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Title: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 23rd, 2007, 10:20pm This is a transfered archive of GsB from the Acorn Cafe. Though the original still resides in the cafe, putting it together there seems best to keep the continuity together.

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:00pm Gunslinger Bink -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - At a national hospital in Italy, a gentleman mouse with dark hair wearing a white shirt and tie is sitting on a couch in a hallway with a window facing the outside behind him. His eyes are facing the floor. Another gentleman mouse with blond hair dressed similarly approaches. "Brother. . . . You planning on visiting every hospital in Italy?" "No, I'm not." The mouse sitting on the couch responds, "Why does it have to be children? These kids have been through enough already." "It's the agency's call." The blond mouse answers, "The physical alterations, the the special forces training. . . . All the conditioning seems to take much better, the younger the subject." A doctor leads the two mice to a room where a sedated, ten-year-old squirrel with long blond hair is seen, hooked up to machines in the adjoining room through a glass window. "This is the work of the Social Welfare Agency, isn't it?" The doctor asks, seemingly unaware of what the Social Welfare Agency really does. "Yes." The blond mouse answered as he walked with the doctor while the mouse with the dark hair leaned against the wall by the door, seeming to be uncomfortable about being there. "Our government's created quite an impressive organization. To see it actively aiding the seriously injured, I mean, I never thought they'd follow through." The doctor continues. "Dr. Masi, we came because we have heard that your facility is housing a very seriously injured girl." The blond mouse says. "Yes." Dr. Masi answers, "It was tragic. She's in desperate need of your help. Last week, her parents were killed. But the monsters kept her alive. Throughout the night, the poor girl was attacked. And all the while, her parents' bodies lay sprawled, lifeless, around her. She's confided in us thoughts of suicide." Later, the blond squirrel remains in bed but now in a simple room with no machines to monitor her vital signs. Her long blond hair is now short. The mouse with the dark hair, and a lady chipmunk from section two, are in an adjoining room with a one way window between them and the blond squirrel. The chipmunk is sitting at a computer, "Once Bink gets used to the facility, we'll move her in to room with Rico." The chipmunk turns to the window and sees that Bink is sitting up, "Bink's awake." The mouse with the dark hair leaves the room to go to the adjoining room with Bink. "I see you're awake. You thirsty?" "No thanks." Bink replies. The mouse with the dark hair lays down a SIG P239 on the bed in front of Bink. "My name is Jose." Later Bink is in the indoor practice range firing at a paper silhouette and reloading her weapon while wearing ear muffs as her handler Jose is sitting on the bench behind her wearing ear muffs as well. That same day Bink is in her temporary room sitting at a table disassembling her weapon. She carefully lays all the parts on the table, looks at a diagram and begins to reassemble her weapon. Early in the following morning Jose goes to Bink's temporary room, adjusts his tie and knocks on the door. There is no answer. He knocks again. There is still no answer. He knocks a third time but this time he opens the door. Bink is still in the shorts and top she wore yesterday disassembling her weapon again, this time her hands are black from the residue. "You're up early." Jose says. He looks at Bink's hands and sees that her bed has not been slept in. "Did you get any sleep?" Jose asked as Bink is disassembling her weapon. "No." Bink answers as she is disassembling her weapon. "Why not?" Jose asked. Bink does not even look at him. She continues to disassemble her weapon. "You told me to get proficient quickly, Jose." Bink still does not look at Jose. She continues to disassemble her weapon. "Stop it." Jose demands. Bink lays down her partially disassembled weapon. Later Bink is at an outdoor simulation. She goes in as video cameras watch her every move. In this maze she comes across a number of two-dimensional cutouts. Some of these cutouts are of people with weapons, some without and others have a weapon but are using a "human shield." As soon as Bink sees a cutout she quickly determines if it is friend or foe and only fires on the cutouts with a weapon, not hitting any of the by-standard cutouts. Where there is a cutout of a gunman with a "human shield," only the gunman is shot and the "shield" is not hit. -------------------------------------------------- The J.A.M. - - - - - Rather small gun, she would have ;) -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Up until now it's the standard special forces training. Nothing unusual... aside from her age. -------------------------------------------------- CD - - - - - That's unexpected. Bink as a child soldier in an obscure government project run covertly from a hospital, in Italy where she's completely displaced. Berlusconi up to his old tricks again? -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - so can she make Hogan's Alley? She could learn to throw a screw driver. I have taught myself to throw a large straight blade with pretty deadly accuracy.(right through the heart @ 15 ft.) :twisted: -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Jose and Bink were walking between buildings using a covered walkway. As they did, they passed a young mouse with long dark hair in a wheel chair. The girl mouse looks straight ahead while Bink, after passing by her, slows down and looks back at the girl mouse in the wheel chair. "Bink, let's go." Jose told her. "Coming." Bink replies as she hurries to catch up with Jose. In the dining hall, Bink has a cup of tea. She picks up the cup by the handle to take a drink, leaves the saucer on the table then returns the cup to the saucer making a slight rattle sound. The next day Jose is standing at the front desk filling out paperwork as Bink stands a couple of yards back. The lady chipmunk is standing next to Jose and says to him, "It's nothing. Just fill out the location and the reason for the trip." She leans forward in Jose's direction, "And, just sign here." "OK" Jose responds. Still at a couple of yards back, Bink frowns as the lady chipmunk gets close to Jose. The blond haired mouse approaches the desk where Jose is filling the paper work. "A day pass?" he asked. "Yeah." Jose answers. "Where's your field trip headed?" The blond haired mouse continues. "Oh, just around." Jose answered. He slides the paperwork to the man sitting at the other side of the desk, "Anything else?" The man sitting on the other side of the desk reaches for the paperwork but the blond mouse grabs it first and looks at it, turns to Jose and says, "The pomodoro there is superb." At an elegant restaurant Jose wipes his hands with a napkin as a waiter removes a finished plate and says to Bink, "Today you learn that not only must you study and train for work, but you also have to learn how to act properly in the outside world, to blend in." A waitress sets a cup of tea in front of Bink as Bink responds to Jose, "Yes." The waitress walks off. With her spoon, Bink places a lump of sugar into her tea and stirs it. Jose continues, "When you drink tea, hold the saucer close to the cup so it doesn't rattle." "Yes." Bink responds and does as Jose instructed. With one hand holding the tea cup by its handle and the other holding up the saucer, Bink takes a drink. As she is taking a drink, the waiter on Jose's end of the table, continuing with his job, picks up the utensils by Jose's side. Bink sees the waiter picking up the knife which is in close proximity to Jose. She lets go of the cup and saucer, rushes to the other end of the table, grabs the wrist of the waiter with her right hand, grabs his arm just below the elbow and swings his right arm behind his back as she turns. The waiter lets go of the knife. She secures the waiter's arm behind his back with her right hand and grabs his right shoulder with her left-hand, forcing him down. As Bink secures the waiter's right arm behind his back with her right hand, she uses her left hand to grab the knife, turns the knife to where it is now facing down, raises her left arm to form a stabbing position. "Bink!" Jose yells at her. "Let go of him and take your seat." Bink lets go of the waiter and returns to her seat. "Are you all right?" Jose asked the waiter as he helps him up to his feet. "I'm terribly sorry." The waiter stands there blind sided as to what just happened. Jose takes out a 500-Euro bill, shows it to the waiter and places the 500 Euros in the waiter's shirt pocket. "I hope this helps" The waiter is still blind sided, "Uh, thanks." "Now, if you don't mind," Jose says to the waiter, "cancel the grappa and bring out desert." "Yes sir. Yes Sir." The waiter answers as he steps back to the kitchen. Jose returns to his seat. "Did I do something wrong?" Bink asked. "Let's just continue with our meal, shall we?" Jose answered. "Okay." -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - As time passed, Jose began to put more effort with Bink. On the roof of the main building Jose is giving Bink some instruction, "Now pay attention. To do a job, any job, you have to learn many different things. Every successful job is just the completion of many smaller, simpler tasks. I'm going to start giving you some notes to study each day." "Okay." Bink answers. From the roof top Bink aims a rifle with a rifle scope at a paper silhouette, gripping the barrel tight with her bracing hand. Jose continues, "Make sure the muzzle doesn't stick out over the edge, stay down as low as you can, and if your rifle doesn't have a bipod, then you grip that barrel tight with your bracing hand. Anything closer than 600 meters, you aim for the head. Anything past 600, aim for the center of the body." Jose looks at Bink as she is studying that target. He then takes away the rifle from Bink by the barrel. "What?" Bink asked. Jose points up, "Take a look at the sky. See that little dot by that cloud? Can you tell me what that is?" "No, sir. Sorry." "How about a guess? Come on, anything will do." Jose removes the rifle scope from the rifle. "Who knows? Maybe it's a magic pixie." "Is it an airplane?" Bink asked. Jose puts down the rifle and uses the rifle scope to look at the sky. "That's a good answer. In wars past, plenty of people mistook that light for a plane." Jose lowers the rifle scope and looks at Bink. "But what if it were night right now? What would you think then?" Jose hands the rifle scope to Bink. Bink looks at the dot with the rifle scope. "A star?" "Close. It's the planet Venus, not far from Earth's orbit. Make sure you don't look directly at the sun with that thing." Jose then aims the rifle without the scope at the planet Venus. "Of course, we'd probably need something a bit more powerful if we are going to shoot a Venusian in the head." Bink continues to look at the planet Venus through the rifle scope. "Jose? You know everything, don't you?" -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - Mind me if I start the American subplot? Tammy woke up by a slight horizontal bump. She took a glance around and saw that she was still where she had spent the past days, hidden inside a large freight ship. Underneath her, countless brand-new Italian automobiles were on their way to American customers. She wondered how she had even been able to find any sleep on the journey due to the events of the most recent past. Especially the fate of her little sister had almost driven her crazy, but she had managed to keep most of her sanity and decide that the best she could do was to ask some old friends for help, even if they were living on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean in the same city in which she had grown up. After some minutes, things got busy on the cargo deck. The huge steel structure which served as both a cargo door and a ramp was lowered, and the first gusts of polluted sea breeze entered the ship together with the first bit of natural sun light Tammy had seen in days. Men came, removed the brackets from the cars' wheels, and began to drive them out of the ship. This was Tammy's chance. She scuttled along the ship's inner structures and leapt onto the soft textile roof of a convertible sports car which had just started up. The driver was obviously too busy getting the automobiles out of the ship to notice the slight dent in the roof right behind him, caused by the weight of a squirrel. When the car drove down the ramp, Tammy had to hide her eyes behind one hand and peek through the gap between two of her fingers. The daylight almost blinded her, she wasn't used to it anymore. She waited until the car stopped, and the moment the driver got out, she jumped onto the car's hood, then onto the pavement between the parked cars, and ran until she had left the cars behind and felt safe and unnoticed by the workers. A squirrel in the middle of a sea port would certainly be something very unusual, and besides, she knew that spending her time at the sea port was dangerous for a rodent like her. Hiding around the corner of a sea container, she looked around and saw something familiar, and that was the Manhattan skyline. Unfortunately, she saw the Westside, and Hudson River in front of it. When she began to realize her situation, the noise coming from her stomach interrupted her. 'Great,' she thought, 'how could I forget that the RoRo ships land in Jersey? And to make things worse, my appetite is back, it brought its ol' buddy hunger with it, and the next edible plants are miles away, not to mention Manhattan.' She sat down and took a breath. 'C'mon, Tammy, you've made it this far, several thousand miles across the ocean with no-one to help you or at least give you food. Compared with that, getting something to eat and then crossing the river should be a breeze.' As she got up again, she felt how the lack of food had weakened her. "Tammy!" she yelled at herself. "Move! Now! Do it for Bink! Or shall her fate be sealed by her own sister starving in the middle of the Port of Jersey's concrete and steel desert?" She took another deep breath, gathered the rest of her strength, started to run again, and finally jumped onto the rear bumper of a semi passing by. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Midnight Man"] Mind me if I start the American subplot? [\quote] - - - - - This is earlier than what I planned but what you wrote is great. Further more, what you wrote has more substance than what I was thinking of. By the time the Rangers get to Italy, more of the conditioning processes would have occurred. I will write the fourth part of the story when I get back from lunch. -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - Well, you don't have to continue this subplot if you can't yet. Take as much time as you need. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Midnight Man"] Well, you don't have to continue this subplot if you can't yet. Take as much time as you need. [\quote] - - - - - If the American sub plot is drawn out long enough, the timing will work. I will write more on the conditioning process after lunch today and tomorrow I will begin to write about her first "job." -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Midnight Man"] She took another deep breath, gathered the rest of her strength, started to run again, and finally jumped onto the rear bumper of a semi passing by. [\quote] On the rear bumper of the semi, Tammy chelled her pocket to feel certain she still has the copy of Bink's hospital records that she took from the national hospital in Italy. It shows that Bink was discharged to the Social Welfare Agency and it is Tammy's only tangible clue that there is something more than meets the eye. -------------------------------------------------- The J.A.M - - - - - The plot thickens! -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - An older gentleman chipmunk with a cane in his right hand is standing on a bridge looking out at the river bellow. The blond mouse walks past the chipmunk and he too stares down at the river below without glancing at the chipmunk. At least from a distance it appears as if two gentlemen just happen to be looking down at the water at the same time in close proximity. "Good to see you again Captain Raballo." The blond mouse says. The chipmunk still looks down at the water below. "Jean, what could you possibly want with an old retiree like me?" "Well, I recently got a new job." Jean answers, "And we're looking for good instructors." "You know after you left the unit, I heard some interesting things. Can I assume you're involved with that shady organization?" Captain Raballo asked. "It's a line of work that both of us are well suited for." "You mean, revenge at all costs. Isn't that how it goes?" Captain Raballo continues. "Wouldn't you like to return to the Military Police?" Jean asked. "After all, that job was your life. We could arrange for your reenlistment." Captain Raballo looks behind him and sees Rico, a mouse Bink's age standing guard by a car. In a hospital room, Captain Raballo and Jean are standing by a young squirrel with long dark hair. The young squirrel is in bed, unconscious, hooked up to machines. "So is she one of them?" Captain Raballo asks. "Not yet." Jean answers, "That is up to you. Captain? Is she the one you'll choose?" Captain Raballo looks through the girl's file which includes pictures from her previous life. In the three photographs in her file, the squirrel is wearing glasses with a book in her arms. "She wears glasses." "That is not a problem. Eyesight is part of the correction procedures as well. When you make your final decision, we'll hand her over in tiptop combat form." "You speak as if the agency can do anything." "Yes." Jean answers, "If it means you will join our fight, then we can. So, will you choose her?" "I guess she's as good as any." Captain Raballo answers. Jean and Captain Raballo leave the hospital room and begins walking down the hall. "Great. I think you have made the right choice. Now your first job as her handler is to give her a name." "Wait," the captain asks, "do I have to give her a girl's name?" "No, it doesn't need to be a girl's name. You're free to name her whatever you like." "I suppose that would make the job more impersonal." "Do whatever you need to feel comfortable." The captain looks at the file which includes her full name from her previous life, Fleada Claes Johansson. Outside at a firing range the squirrel with the long dark hair is firing at three cans situated on three posts but keeps missing them. On a table behind her is plenty of ammunition with which to practice with. She finally hits one of the cans. Captain Raballo sighs. "It's about time you hit one." The Captain starts to leave. "Don't bother leaving this range until you can consistently hit that target from twenty meters. I'm heading back. Keep shooting, Claes." The following rainy day, Captain Raballo is having lunch in the dining hall. "Captain Raballo." Jean addresses him from across the table. Rico is having lunch, seated next to her handler. "Yeah." Captain Raballo responds. "I have yet to see Claes around the grounds today." "Me neither." Captain Raballo answers, "Her gunplay needs work so I told her to keep practicing yesterday. I haven't seen her since." "What do you mean?" Jean asked. "I haven't seen her means I haven't seen her. She didn't even bother giving me a final report." "I see. It takes time for our girls to grow accustomed to their new implants, some longer than others. Remember how long it took you to learn to walk again after your new leg. You have to be patient with them. Learning to move freely should come before firearms training. A musical instrument may help out. Or even writing in long hand may be effective." Outside, under the cover of the covered walkway, Bink is practicing her violin lessons. "I don't remember any of this being in my job description." "Chell the shooting range. I bet you she is still there." "What is she. . . ." Captain Raballo asked. "Because you ordered her to be there." In the pouring rain, Captain Raballo walks to the shooting range with his cane in his right hand and an umbrella in his left hand. As he approaches, he can hear shooting from the firing range. Claes sees Captain Raballo coming and stops shooting. "Hello Claes." The captain says to the soaking wet squirrel. "Raballo. I'm sorry sir. I still can't hit the target every time." "Idiot." He yells at her, "How can you expect to get better at anything when you are outside in the rain all night? Let's go." Captain Raballo turns to head back. Claes follows him without the cover of the umbrella. That night in his office, Captain Raballo is sitting at his desk going over Claes' file. In his office there are shelves full of books. "Okay, Claes." Raballo says to him self, "We gotta change up your training somehow." There is a knock at the Captain's door. "Come in." Raballo responds. "Raballo?" Claes answers. She is in her pajamas. "What is it, Claes? Did you sneak out of your room?" "Jean woke me up. He said I needed to come talk to you." "He did? He didn't tell me. Well, have a seat." Raballo puts away the file that he was looking at. Claes comes in and has a seat on his bead. Captain Raballo gets up from his desk, goes to his coffee maker, pours coffee and some cream into a cup as Claes makes an observation. "You sure do have a lot." "A lot of what?" The captain asked. "Books." Claes answers. She notices that a lot of the books are shelved but there are still more in boxes laying beside the book shelves. "Wait until the rest of my stuff arrives." Captain Raballo hands Claes a cup of coffee with cream. "You're looking at only half of my collection. Filling these book cases will be quite the chore." "I'll help you fill them if you want." Claes offers. "You should mind your own business." Captain Raballo pours himself a cup of coffee. "Yes, sir." "We may not look it on the outside, but people like us, in our profession, tend to read books all the time." Raballo sits down with his cup of coffee. "I've found that uneducated people make poor soldiers." "What kind of books do you read?" Claes asks. "Well, let's take a look. Right now I'm reading a book on how to grow vegetables. I believe it doesn't matter what subjects you read, it's the act of exercising your mind that counts. What kind of books do you read?" "They gave me a few textbooks," Claes answered, "but I haven't opened them yet. I'll read everything I can get my hands on, if that is what it takes to make a good soldier." "That's good. I'm suspending your firearms practice for a while. We are going out tomorrow morning." -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - "It's not a holiday." Claes says to Captain Raballo as he is driving down a country road near a body of water. "You sure it's OK?" "Yes." Captain Raballo answers. He pulls into a spot by the lake and gets out some fishing gear. "I consider this training as well. I put the bait on for you. Now just cast the line underhanded, like I showed you." "All right." Claes replies, almost with the tone of a question. The squirrel casts the line as instructed. "So what do I do now?" Raballo casts his line as well. "Now, you just sit and wait for the fish." Some minutes have passed and Raballo asks, "Are you bored?" "Huh?" Claes asks. "I used to always get bored whenever I went fishing with my old man. At the time though, I didn't understand the joy of just sitting and watching the day pass you by." "I'm not bored." Claes responds. "I'm actually enjoying this. You know this is so far different than anything else I've experienced so far. I think I like being a fisherman." "Understand that I don't care about you. All you are to me is a job, nothing more." The captain said rather matter-of-factly. "The only thing I care about is returning to the Military Police." He gets a bite and pulls in his catch. "Mind if I ask you about your leg?" Claes asked. "A pistol accidentally discharged into my leg during my MP days. Three years at the agency and they'll get me back in. That was Jean's promise to me." "If that's the case, you can count on me to act as your legs from now on, sir." "Knock it off!" Captain Raballo replied sounding a bit annoyed. "Did you not hear what I just got finished saying?" Claes gets a bite. "Look!" Captain Raballo continues, "You've got a bite! Pull it in!" Claes pulls in her first catch. Captain Raballo and Claes visited countless other lakes after that day: Lombardy, Veneto, and Piemonte, just to name a few. At the agency, they rarely ever talked. They got their work done and stayed true to their roles as teacher and student, but for some reason, they would always talk at the lake as if they were family. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 01

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:12pm DOS & Arik - - - - - In a graffiti-covered subway station, a subway pulls away. It is night in the city and Captain Raballo and Claes are at the top of the steps leading down to the subway station. "All right. That was the last train for the night." Raballo says to his student. "Now, Claes. We're going to do a little on the job training this evening." Laughter can be heard coming from the subway station. Raballo continues, "So only take 'em out if it's in self-defense. If you can't handle these subway punks, then you can forget about the real thing. This should be a walk in the park for you, Claes." "I'll do my best." The student replies. Captain puts an ear phone in his ear as Claes walks down the steps. A minute later a shot is heard coming from the station. Captain Raballo tugs on the collar of his shirt to speak into a hidden mike. "Alfonso, Claes has made contact. Keep the police off our backs for a while." "Roger that." Says the voice coming from his ear piece. "Raballo." Claes says as she drags a thugs by the collar. Captain Raballo speaks to his hidden mike again, "Alfonso. Bring the garbage truck around to our position." "I'm sorry." Claes continues. Captain Raballo looks at Claes, wondering what she is talking about. He then sees a knife stabbed into her abdomen. "You idiot." The captain chews out his student. "Knowing when to shoot your weapon is more important than shooting itself. Don't you understand? It's too late once you're within a knife's range. Next time don't hesitate to shoot." -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - A survey was once made by NYPD. They found out that at a range of up to three meters, sometimes even up to five (correct me on this if I'm wrong) a man with a knife will always win with a policemen armed with a gun (unless it is aimed of course). -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - In an indoor firing range, Bink and Claes are practicing with their fire arms. Their handlers are watching from behind, sitting on a bench. Captain Raballo has his left arm resting on a table which is situated next to the bench, to Raballo's left side. All four are wearing protective ear muffs. Captain Raballo sighs. "Jose, you need to teach your girl a little consistency." "Easier said that done. So I should increase her conditioning?" Jose asked. "No, Jose." Captain Raballo answers. "That's not what I meant." Bink's P239 jams and Captain Raballo removes his protective ear muffs as he looks in the direction of the sound of a gun jamming. Bink looks at her gun to figure what happened. She then looks down the barrow. Captain Raballo hurries over to Bink and grabs her wrist holding the gun, takes the gun and knocks her down using the same hand he is using to hold the gun. Bink's protective ear muffs fall off as she falls to floor against the wall. "You trying to kill yourself!" Raballo yells. Jose removes his ear muffs as he goes over Raballo. Jose grabs Raballo's right shoulder with his left hand. "Raballo! Stop it!" Raballo pulls away, slugs Jose with his cane and yells at him, "Shut up! What's she doing here if she can't even handle a gun correctly? Did you assume it wouldn't jam because it's a modern gun?" Raballo shoves the top part of his cane in Jose's face. "This blase attitude is only going to get someone killed!" Bink sees what Captain Raballo is doing to her handler, gets up and grabs the bench Jose and Raballo were sitting on. Claes, seeing what Bink is doing and yells out, "Raballo! Behind you!" Bink, using her cybernetic implants, now has the heavy bench above her head and is in position to throw it. Raballo turns around to see what's happening. Claes stands between Bink and Raballo and aims her weapon at Bink. Raballo swings his cane at Claes' arm causing the automatic weapon to fire several shots at the ceiling rather than at Bink. "Bink!" Jose yelled as he ran a few steps forward, "Stand down!" Bink throws the padded steel bench down to the ground, landing between her self and Jose. Later Claes is in a hospital bed with a window between the room she is in and Captain Raballo. Raballo is looking through the window at his sedated student. Jean approaches Raballo. "Captain, you're not at fault. It seems to me that Jose isn't fully devoted to her training. But the problem lies within the special forces training. I now see that the system could use some improvement." "Do you feel it is necessary to recondition these girls?" Raballo asked. "I have no doubt Jose will object to it, but both of these girls would benefit from more conditioning for safety purposes alone." "But if you went through with that, you'd be decreasing their life span." Raballo pointed out. "It may seem tragic to you, but it comes with the territory. Besides, this doesn't concern you anyway. Once the agency lays the ground work, you'll be back with the Military Police. In the meantime, take some R&R for your self while she's recovering." Raballo just stands there, watching his sedated student. Outside, Bink is sitting at the edge of a water well. Jose is standing there next to her. Captain Raballo approaches them. "Jose." Bink immediately gets up. "I'm sorry for what happened, Raballo. It was all my fault." Raballo continues to walk closer. "I just spoke with Jean. You're not going to allow her to be reconditioned again, are you?" "Of course not." Jose answers, "I'm gonna fight it all the way." "I see. I can't figure out a way to help them distinguish between friend or foe without redoing the conditioning process. Fighting violence with violence is all I know. It's what my entire career is based on." Raballo pauses. "'Good soldiers read books.' Huh, what a load." Another pause. "Don't tell Jean I was, uh . . . complaining like this, you know." Later some men at the agency were playing cards. "What is with the MP Captain?" One guy asked. "He doesn't know what to do with himself and his free time." The second guy answered. "I think he might have reached his breaking point already." The third guy suggests. "No Surprises there, considering the business we're in." The second guy says. "No need to force him into continuing." The third one says. Sometime later Claes is running outside into the parking lot and sees Raballo loading up his car. "Raballo!" Claes calls out and runs to the car. "Hello, Claes. It's been a while. Did you chell out today?" "I managed to get out of there a day early." Claes answered. "I've been looking everywhere for you. I heard a rumor that you're quitting the agency. Bink told me all about it when she came to visit me the other day." "Oh, so you and Bink made up?" Raballo asked. Claes wondered what Raballo meant by that, "What?" "Nothing." Raballo answered. "Don't worry about me. I'm just going to relax here until you are officially released tomorrow. I may go fishing, or finish reading a book I started. I don't know. Oh, I almost forgot." Raballo removes something from his jacket pocket. "I have some things I wanted to give you. First, my room key." He hands Claes a small case with a key laying on top of it. "From now on, you can read my books whenever you want. There should be more that enough for you to enjoy." Claes opens the small case and looks inside. "Also, I wanted you to have your old glasses back." "Why'd you keep these?" Claes asked. "I've tried to turn into a one squirrel army, a killing machine, but lately, I've felt guilty as hell doing it. Always remember to think clearly before pulling the trigger. You mustn't use your killing abilities outside of work. I want you to be gentle Claes whenever you put those glasses on. Now don't think of this as an order. It's a heart to heart promise. Understand?" "I do." -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - At a newspaper office a man at a desk answers the phone. "Hello? Raberto Dandini." Pause. "Hey there. Good to hear from you." Pause. "Yes, we looked into your proposal." Pause. "Just me and the editor know about it." Pause. "Yeah, were game." Standing by his car, near a lake, Raballo is on a cell phone. "I've been watching my back, and no one has followed me for the past four days. Now I expect absolute secrecy on your end." "You sound paranoid." Raberto pauses. "No, don't even worry about that. It's all taken care of. So then, what's your big story?" Pause. "Uh, today? Like right now? Where do you want to meet?" Pause. "Okay. Got it." Raballo hangs up his cell phone. Sometime later Claes, now wearing her old glasses, is sitting at a small table staring out the window. Her room mate, a rabbit who is a few years older, approaches Claes. "Raballo sure is taking his time." "Yeah." Claes responds. The bedroom door opens without so much as a knock. The rabbit turns around to see who it is. Jean is standing there with the door open. "Hi, Claes." "Jean?" Claes responds. Jean walks over to Claes and the rabbit. "Captain Raballo . . . is dead. He was in a hit-and-run accident two days ago outside of Rome. He died instantly." Claes just froze. "Jean!" the rabbit says, "You can't just come out and tell her like that!" "You shut your mouth." Jean says to the rabbit. "Claes! Say something!" The rabbit says. Claes remains motionless. Two more people go into the room. "Take her." Jean instructs the other two. "Claes!" the rabbit cries out as she is being taken away. Claes does not respond. In the chief's office, Claes is sitting in a wheel chair with no expression on her face. "Unfortunately, this girl is no longer of use to us." Jean says to the chief. "An established handler is always difficult to replace." The chief says. Claes remains seated there, with a completely blank stare in her eyes. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] A survey was once made by NYPD. They found out that at a range of up to three meters, sometimes even up to five (correct me on this if I'm wrong) a man with a knife will always win with a policemen armed with a gun (unless it is aimed of course). [\quote] - - - - - That is very true. Then you got oddballs like me where 8 - 10 meters is nothing when I have the knife and they have the gun- aimed or not. And I dont throw the blade; for that make it 25 meters. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - I throw straight blade screw drivers, but only good at 15 ft. now. I can throw knife by blade but I prefer to hang on to it. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Classic XMen #39; Dark Phoenix Saga: Wolverine Alone (Originally Xmen 123?), Page 4: (After Wolverine kills or maims several soliders from the hell's Fire Club Inner Circle, gives this long speech to the lone solider who has a loaded weapon aimed at him) [quote="Wolverine"] Hey bub. I know what you're thinkin'. "He's hurt and he's five meters away from me and I got a ful clip of ammo in my rifle. Question is: Can I kill Wolverine beforehe can reach me and cut me into shish-kebab with those freaky claws of his?" Well bub,Wolverine is virtually indestructable. Wolverine's claws are made of Adamantium, the strongest metal known- - capable of slicin' through Vanadium Steel like a hot knife through butter. And five meters of floor ain't much distance at all- -for me. Its your play, hero, I'm waiting. [\quote] *Solider drops his gun in fear* [quote="Wolverine"] Shoot, I was hopin' you'd go for it. [/quote] *Wolverine then pounces on the solider* -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - gotta love it! :D -------------------------------------------------- Annie Oakley - - - - - What do you think about throwing machetties? :idea: (hint) Throw it by the handle. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Cut to Alexander Armington II and Clarice-Armington House in Washington, DC while Alex II Was geting ready to go out with his love Clarice Armington for a Date untill a Knock on the door* Clarice: I will get it love Alex II: Ok love *Then she open the door untill 4 CIA Agents came one that Alex II Knew was Agent Scott Danalins a Gray Mouse* Agent Scott: Hello Clarice is your husben Alex II Here Clarice; Yes Scott he is here why? Agent Scott: He is need it something have came up *Then Alex II came as he saw Agent Scott* Alex II: Hello Agent Scott what I can do for you Agent Scott: CIA just Report some Supisipion Activey going on, and We will tell you once we in the CIA Bulding ALex II: Ok Scott I understand let me talk to my wife and get my Specal Guns for the mission *Then he turn to Clarice* :Love I have to go something came up Clarice: I Know love you need it Alex II: I allready call Razor II to come and watching you and our son and Daughter Michale and Sarah Clarice; YEs and we will be ok with Razor II and I do Rember that Michale and Sarah allways called Razor II Uncale Razor II. *Then Alex II Smiles as he kissing Clarice then heading to his Covert as he opening it taking out his Stunners puting them in his two Sutecase as he heading out with Agent Scott and Rest of the CIA agent as they get in there cars and head to the CIA Bulding in Langley, Virgina* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Annie Oakley"] What do you think about throwing machetties? :idea: (hint) Throw it by the handle. [\quote] Grandpa used to do that. He also taught me how to hack open a coconut with one hand... it takes a very sharp blade. -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Sinclair"] A survey was once made by NYPD. They found out that at a range of up to three meters, sometimes even up to five (correct me on this if I'm wrong) a man with a knife will always win with a policemen armed with a gun (unless it is aimed of course). [\quote] - - - - - That is very true. Then you got oddballs like me where 8 - 10 meters is nothing when I have the knife and they have the gun- aimed or not. And I dont throw the blade; for that make it 25 meters. [\quote] - - - - - Do that against a member of SWAT (or better, GSG9) with a bulletproof vest and an automatic assault rifle aimed straight at you, finger on the trigger. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - In the "war room" the chief is seating at the head of a long table. Behind him is a bulletin board with a map and a few other items pinned to it. "Chief," the guy to the left of him says, "we strongly believe he has knowledge of the Republican Faction's weapons smuggling. I suggest, for safety, we might want to take down all of their safehouses." "Fine." The chief answers. "I want the Hilshire-Triela fratello to cover the southern safe house." Hilshire, who is sitting to the right of Jean, responds, "Sir, consider it taken care of." "But the Jean-Rico team. . . ." The guy to the left of the chief continues, "They're going to need at least some kind of support, don't you think?" The lady chipmunk, who is standing by the wall opposite of the chief says, "I'll take some section 2 members and we can cover the building's perimeter. But I'd want at least one additional fratello to help us secure the location." "Can Jose handle this?" the chief asked. "Uh Chief," Jean responds, who is sitting between the chief and Hilshire, "in my opinion, they're not ready for group operations." "Jean, let it go." The guy sitting opposite of him responds. "Well I think they are." The chief decides, "I'm adding Jose and Bink to the Jean-Rico team. You got that Jean?" "Sir." Jean replies. Jose is speaking to Bink, "We got a message from the Hilshire-Triela team. Looks like we are the ones favored to win today. Just get a positive ID on the target first. And listen, if he's not with them, I want you to let them go. Don't do anything." Jose and Bink enter an apartment building. From across the street Rico has her Dragunov Sniper Rifle aimed at a window with its blinds closed. Jean, Rico's handler, is wearing a two-way headset. He is watching from his binoculars. Between the apartment building and the building where Jean and Rico are stationed, road construction work is being done. "Ferro," Jean says to the lady chipmunk, "is the entrance clear?" Ferro is sitting in the passenger front seat of a van marked as a delivery van. A rat with blond hair is sitting in the driver's seat. "Alfonso and I have covered the front." Ferro says through her two-way headset. "Amedeo and Giorgio have the back. The only other way for this mark to get out is through the window you're staring at." "Wait for my orders." Jean says. "Affirmative." Ferro confirms. Jean then says to his charge, "Rico, focus on any shadows you see behind the blinds." "Yes sir." Jose is in a suit and tie, Bink is in a grey skirt with a matching grey jacket and carrying a violin case. As they are climbing the stairs, Jean says to Bink, "Don't make a move until I've determined that the mark is inside." "Yes, Jose." Bink answers. "If I don't ID this guy, we walk out of here, quietly." "Okay." In the apartment, a grey mouse wearing glasses is in a chair with his back to the window. The blinds are closed. He hangs up his cell phone and speaks to the five men he is with. A white mouse is sitting to the right of him. The other four are standing up. A mouse standing to the left of the grey mouse is holding an automatic rifle. "The southern hideout's been attacked. It would seem that someone's come looking for him, gentlemice." "Then that means that they might. . . ." Says the white mouse. "They might end up here." The grey mouse continues. "If I understand it correctly, they were attacked by a young girl." "A girl?" Asks the mouse with the automatic rifle. "Yeah." The grey mouse confirms. "I know. It sounds crazy, but recently I've been hearing rumors of a secret agency that's been training little girls as assassins." There is a ring at the door. The guy standing the closest to the door grabs his gun before seeing whom it is. Another mouse who was already standing up grabs his automatic rifle and says to the mouse who is chelling through the peep hole, "Who is it, Louie?" "You won't believe this," Louie says, "but it's a mouse in a suit and a. . . ." "A what?" The second rifleman asked. "Uh. . . . It's a. . . . A little girl." Several of the guys chuckled. "Don't open it." The grey mouse says to Louie as he is picking up his automatic off the coffee table in front of him. Louie holsters his weapon and says to the grey mouse, "I'll get them outta your hair." The grey mouse stands up, still holding onto his automatic, "Louie! I said don't!" Louie opens the door slightly, leaving the chain on the door. Through the barely opened door, Jose greets Louie. "Good morning, sir. I apologize for intruding like this. Do you have a minute?" "No. What do you want?" Louie asked. "Just a few moments of your time." Jose answered. "I am a reporter from Libero Italia." "What is it you're reporting?" Louie asked. Jose steps closer. "I heard that Mr. Scallo of the Costelo Company was here. And, I would love to get an exclusive." Louie looks back at the grey mouse. By this time everyone is standing up. The grey mouse waves to Louie to get rid of the reporter. Louie turns back to Jose. "Yeah well, there ain't nobody here by that name. So good luck finding your interview." Louie then starts to close the door and Jose sticks his foot in the door way. "Wait, I'm positive that he's in this building." Louie is now annoyed with Jose. He undoes the chain to step out into the hall. "Yeah? And I just told you that you got the wrong room, chief." Louie closes the door behind him. The grey mouse sits back down as Louie deals with the "reporter" out in the hallway. In the hall, Louie grabs Jose by the tie and slams him up against the wall. "You hard of hearing?" Louie asks. "No." Jose answers. "Then maybe it's a learning disorder." Louie continues. "Your guy ain't here!" "Sorry, I. . . ." Jose continues as Bink turns to look in Jose's direction. "Now, get lost before I pop your eyes out and make your little girl watch!" Bink runs up to Louie and smacks him in the head with her violin case. Louie gets hit hard enough to where he spins around. Louie is knocked unconscious and will remain so for a while but is still breathing. As Louie hits the ground, the latches on Bink's violin case come open. "Louie, what's going on?" says a voice from the room as Bink grabs her FN P90 from the violin case as the case is still in mid air. The second rifleman opens the door. Bink fires five shots at him. Two of the shots missed. The guy falls to the ground. The first rifleman shoots at the Bink, hitting the wall. Bink fires back at him. Another gunman comes from around the corner and starts firing. Bink kneels to the ground as she continues to fire. The first rifleman is hit and falls against the window, tearing the blinds in the process. The other gunman who came from around corner retreats back. The grey mouse and the white mouse are now behind an overturned table, behind where the white mouse was originally sitting, out of Bink's sight. Bink gets up from her kneeling position and fires a few more shots before she goes in. She chells around the corner. At the corner's edge there is a cabinet. She proceeds. A gunman hiding behind the other end of the cabinet tips the cabinet over, trying to crush Bink in the process. Bink braces the falling cabinet with her left arm. The gunman raises his gun at Bink. She fires. The grey mouse and the white mouse are the only two left, they are still hiding behind an overturned table. The grey mouse says to the white mouse, "Hey! Throw your grenade!" From across the street Jean watches with his binoculars through the now torn blinds. He says to Rico, "Take him." The grey mouse is now the only one left. He looks in the direction of the window and Rico fires her second shot. With the shooting now over, Jose walks into the room as he adjusts his tie. Bink is holding her P90 up against her chest in a diagonal position facing up. Her right arm is holding the bottom part of her P90 while her left arm braces it. She is looking in the direction of the overtured table. "Now you've done it." Jose says to Bink from behind. Bink turns around. Jose sticks the ear piece in his ear. "Ferro. The mission has failed. I repeat, mission has failed." "Roger. We're on our way." Says the female voice over the two-way radio. "Yeah." Jose confirms. Jose looks around. "Bink, why did you lose control?" "Uh. . . ." "This isn't like you." Jose continues. "I've never seen you lose it like that." Jose approaches Bink. "Your arm's been hit. Are you okay?" "Yes." Ferro comes in. "Jose, we're here." Alfonso is in the hall, standing by the door. "Ferro. The witness isn't here. Judging by their reaction, I'd say he's hiding in the building somewhere." "I'll put people on it." Ferro turns to the door. "Alfonso, Amadeo, start at the rooftop and work your way down." She heads to the hall. "Giorgio, watch from the perimeter." She walks down the hall. Tears in Bink's eyes start to well. Jose removes his suit jacket and puts it around Bink. "Let's go home." He says. On the rooftop an air vent is removed. Four armed section 2 members surround the open vent. A guy hiding behind the air vent raises his arms. "Please, don't shoot. I surrender!" Jose escorts Bink to the van marked as a delivery van. Bink still has Jose's suit jacket around her shoulders. Bink steps in through the sliding door, and sits behind Alfonso who is in the driver's seat. Jose sits next to Bink. "Let's go." Jose says to Alfonso. "Right." Alfonso answers. He starts the van, puts it in gear and drives off. Bink removes the suit jacket Jose put over her shoulders, revealing a makeshift bandage on her arm. "Jose." She says. Jose, who was looking forward, now turns to Bink. "Is your arm hurting?" Bink does not answer his question. She clinches tight on Jose's jacket which she is holding. "I only. . . . I just wanted to help you, Jose." Tears begin forming in her eyes again. "We'll have a doctor take a look at that arm as soon as we get back." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Midnight Man"] [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Sinclair"] A survey was once made by NYPD. They found out that at a range of up to three meters, sometimes even up to five (correct me on this if I'm wrong) a man with a knife will always win with a policemen armed with a gun (unless it is aimed of course). [\quote] - - - - - That is very true. Then you got oddballs like me where 8 - 10 meters is nothing when I have the knife and they have the gun- aimed or not. And I dont throw the blade; for that make it 25 meters. [\quote] - - - - - Do that against a member of SWAT (or better, GSG9) with a bulletproof vest and an automatic assault rifle aimed straight at you, finger on the trigger. [\quote] - - - - - - They might win, Midnight. But least I'll take 1 with me. Sad thing is, most bulletproof vests are not knife proof. Even with steel plating added, there still exposed area that can be taken advantaged of by a blade. Given the oppertunity, I know when to fight and when to give up or walk away. I would walk away from that one, I'll admit. 10-20 years ago though, that would be another story. -------------------------------------------------- Annie Oakley - - - - - Since I am a CJ student do you thing Gadge could make me a bullet AND knife proof vest? :) -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 02

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:13pm Fernando - - - - - [quote="Annie Oakley"] Since I am a CJ student do you thing Gadge could make me a bullet AND knife proof vest? :) [\quote] - - - - - a simple chain and/or plate mail will stop a knife, but bullets hitting a rodent, no matter the protection will kill that rodent even if it does not pierce the protection. Getting hit by a bullet is like being poked hard by a finger, immediately followed by being hit with a sledge hammer. It is that second force that will kill the rodent. So, no bullet proof vest made will save a rodent. It is the same reason why there are no bullet proof hats. That much force being hit on the head, will knock a person out, cause brain damage and even death. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - OOC: I have removed the phrase "brain washing" and replaced it with different wording or phrasing to reflect the change in direction of the story. I am putting more emphasis on the special forces training. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - The van marked as a delivery van pulls into the Social Welfare Agency compound in front of the medical facility which is not to be confused with the national hospital where Bink was first brought to. Jose and Bink enter the building through the automatic, sliding glass doors. Bink is prepped for the operation where a doctor working for the agency repairs Bink's arm. Jose watches through the glass separating the operating room and the adjoining room. He talks to the surgeon through the intercom during the operation. "How's she coming along? Do you think you'll be able to fix her, doctor?" "The damage was minimal." The doctor answers. "The bullet shaved off some skin and artificial muscle tissue. We won't need to replace the arm." "That's good to hear." "Don't misunderstand." The doctor continues. "She'll need surgery every time she sustains injuries. The conditioning process takes a huge toll on their bodies. If she continues to suffer damage, she, or any other units for that matter, could grow dependant on the reconstruction process or suffer from severe memory dysfunction." "So, you're saying. . . ." "Any of our implants can be replaced with little effort. They're designed that way. But their impact on the brain and other living tissue is substantial. What happened out there today, anyway? People are saying that she lost it, ignored her orders and spun out of control." "I don't know." Jose answered. "She claims she killed those people to protect me." "That's a little disturbing. Sounds like a lost cause if you ask me." In the chief's office, Jean is addressing Jose. "Jose. You need to increase her level of conditioning. You've got to put a bigger collar on your hunting dog." "I think you're wrong about that." Jose answers, "Too much conditioning will . . . will shorten her life span." "Then we just prep a new patient once she's used up. You're too emotionally attached to a tool of the trade." "Jean, enough." The Chief says. "She may have a few issues, but she's an excellent assassin. It would be wasteful to dispose of Bink. Anyway, we got what we came for, and we lost none of our own. You need to learn to take a broader perspective of things." "Sir." Jean answers and walks out of the office. With just the chief and Jose alone in the office, the chief addresses Jose. "Jose, as you know, each handler is responsible for the actions of his own girl in field. Now, if you think Bink can work with little conditioning, then I'd like for you to give it a shot. However, further mistakes are inexcusable. Please make certain this is a lesson she understands." "Yes, sir." Jose leaves the office and walks down the hall. The final words of the chief ring clear in his mind: Jose, I know you're fond of this girl. You think she's special somehow. So don't you think you should increase her level of conditioning? I mean, treating a cyborg assassin like a normal little girl? Come on, that doesn't seem natural. "Bink stayed as quiet as she could when I first brought her to the agency." Jose Recalled. "Not that I can blame her. Watching her parents get killed, how do you get over something like that? How could she wrap her head around the fact that she, out of everybody, she survived?" Jose thinks back to when he first set eyes on Bink through the glass that separated him from Bink. Bink still had her long hair and was sitting in a wheel chair. "When I first set eyes on her at the National Hospital, her mind and her body were ragged and worn-through. I chose Bink as my partner. Was it because I wanted to do something nice? Or did I choose her out of pity? Whatever it was, I knew I wanted to help her." After the surgery, Bink wakes up. Her right shoulder and upper for arm are bandaged up. A part of her right hand is bandaged as well. There are tears coming from her eyes. "Are we awake?" The doctor asks. Bink set up. "No baths." The doctor instructs. "No baths until that skin on your arm takes hold." The doctor pauses. "What's the matter? You have a bad dream?" "I don't think I know." Bink cries. "The tears just started pouring out of nowhere." -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - In the late afternoon, Bink is walking along the covered walkway as she is carrying a bag with some blood stained clothes. The girl rabbit runs up to her. "Bink! Rico just told me! You flipped your lid out there today." "I couldn't control it. I just snapped. Triela, I don't know what to do." Triela, the girl rabbit, puts her right hand on Bink's right shoulder. "Don't seat it. Hey, I know! We can have a drink in our room." "A drink?" Bink asks. "Yeah. Claes has the best tea, and I swear she puts magic in her cakes." In Claes and Triela's room, Bink and Triela are sitting at a table with a tea set laid out while Claes is reading a book from her top bunk. "You just want to make him proud of you. That's all." "Yeah, I guess so." Bink considers what Triela said. "But Triela," Claes says from her bunk with her nose in a book, "isn't that the only thing any of us can do? We all seek approval. And if I were him, that kind of devotion would make me feel uncomfortable." With her bandaged right hand, Bink picks up the tea cup by the handle as her left hand holds the saucer close to the cup. Later, in the early evening, Bink returns to her room. She goes to the table, sits in the chair beside it and removes the bloodstained shirt from the bag. There is a knock on Bink's door. "Bink, are you in there?" Jose asks from behind the closed door. "Yes." Bink answers as she puts the stained shirt back in the bag. "Come in, please." Bink stands up. Jose comes in, carries a package in and closes the door behind him. "So, how's that arm of yours doing?" "Fine." Bink answers. "It still feels kind of heavy, and I'm not use to it, but it's going to work." "I'd like you to join me on the roof of the main building." "Okay, I will." Jose hands Bink the package. "It's cold out so put this on." As Jose leaves, Bink asks, "Um, are you sure that I'm allowed to accept this?" Jose does not answer the question. He simply says, "I'll be waiting for you on the roof." He closes the door. Bink sets the package down, removes the top of the box and pulls out a stylish red coat. Bink is dressed for the cold, night air. She has her new red coat buttoned up. She walks up the stairs to the roof. At the top landing, Bink opens the door to the roof. She looks up and is greeted with millions of bright stars on a clear night. She looks across the roof and sees Jose waiting for her. He is standing next to a telescope. "Glad you could make it. Come chell this out." Bink walks over to Jose. "What's that?" She asked, "A telescope?" "Isn't she beautiful? I wanted to be able to show you the stars, and not through a rifle scope." "This is. . . . This is the first time I've seen the stars. What made you decide to do this?" Bink asked. "I haven't seen a better night for stargazing in a very long time. And, it's your reward for all your hard work today." "You're not angry? About today?" Bink asked. "Do you want me to be? Take a look. Orion's bright tonight. In Greek mythology, Orion was mistakenly killed by his love, the goddess Artemis." Bink looks through the telescope. Jose continues, "Stricken with grief over her love's death, she carried Orion's body high into the sky on her silver moon chariot. And, she left him in the darkest place in the heavens where he would shine the brightest. Such a sad story." "Jose." Bink says, "You know everything, don't you?" "Yeah. Yeah, I do." OOC: The round robin part of the story can officially begin. However, let's not plan the rescue mission just yet. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - OOC: I won;t First part Alex II Training *In the CIA* Commander Z: Alex II You need to be train first becasue they are Training Little kids in Italy so You must not hestate to Stund them so your training will began making sure you are sure Alex II: Right Commander *Then he went into a Holodect Commander Z: Began Training Assisatians Little kids now * Then there are Little Kids Surrouinding Alex II as they were Carrying a Volin Case but one Carrying a AK-47 in them so as he began to looking for one, One kid open her case and tooking out the AK-47 but Alex II hear it then he turn around doding the first shots and fire a Stunner into the Little Female Kid Squrrial with the AK-47 as she was stunnd so he went over to her, chelling her then he set the stunner for 10 hours as he picking her up taking her to the getaway car as he got in and placing the Little Female Squrrail in the back then he got in the driver side and drove off to the airport then he got to the airport he took the Little Female Squrrial out of the car got into the airplane and it took off as the slimuiton end* Commander Z: Good Alex II you Completed Stage one now get some rest tomorow it will be Stage two, if we made contact with the Rescue Rangers We will let you know Alex II: Ok Commander Z *Then Alex II went to rest* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - From the screen of computer terminal in Holodeck: Code: Simulations are great but they are no equal against the living. - - - - - Now, what does intell has on them? Secondly, start looking for more obvious signs. Ms Bink will not make a move against you unless that move is made against her first. Also- any artillery with ammunitions inside a violin case will be a lot heavier than said violin... keep that in mind when you're looking for her. -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - OOC: Am I right that we've got human-sized rodents in this story? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Midnight Man"] OOC: Am I right that we've got human-sized rodents in this story? [\quote] - - - - - Since its Bink, no way she could carry a human sized violin case, so I'm assuming that everything is scaled down to size. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Bink is using a rodent size violin case and rodent size weapons. Her targets are also rodent size. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] Bink is using a rodent size violin case and rodent size weapons. Her targets are also rodent size. [\quote] - - - - - Thus, a rodent sized violin case carrying a rodent sized AK-47 will be heavier than a rodent sized violin case carrying a rodent sized violin. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] Bink is using a rodent size violin case and rodent size weapons. Her targets are also rodent size. - - - - - Thus, a rodent sized violin case carrying a rodent sized AK-47 will be heavier than a rodent sized violin case carrying a rodent sized violin. - - - - - That is true. However, I wonder how much their cybernetic implants are able to compensate? Carrying a FN P90 in a violin case is not a problem. The question is, can their cybernetic implants make it appear as though they are really carrying a violin? -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] Bink is using a rodent size violin case and rodent size weapons. Her targets are also rodent size. - - - - - Thus, a rodent sized violin case carrying a rodent sized AK-47 will be heavier than a rodent sized violin case carrying a rodent sized violin. - - - - - That is true. However, I wonder how much their cybernetic are able to compensate? Carrying a FN P90 in a violin case is not a problem. The question is, can their cybernetic implants make it appear as though they are really carrying a violin? - - - - - So... they have cybernetic implants? That might change the plan a bit... not going for the Colt 20mm Borg Killer though... If they have feedback, we need to block it. If they have nasal filters, then gas is probably out of the question. If they have motion detector, we need some way to conceal ourselves. And don't forget the Wolverines... -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] So... they have cybernetic implants? That might change the plan a bit... not going for the Colt 20mm Borg Killer though... If they have feedback, we need to block it. If they have nasal filters, then gas is probably out of the question. If they have motion detector, we need some way to conceal ourselves. And don't forget the Wolverines... - - - - - It was already mentioned in the story. They have artificial muscle tissue and improved eyesight. Claes was stabbed and Bink was shot but they only suffered minor damage. Nasal filters and motion detectors were not included in the story. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Sinclair"] So... they have cybernetic implants? That might change the plan a bit... not going for the Colt 20mm Borg Killer though... If they have feedback, we need to block it. If they have nasal filters, then gas is probably out of the question. If they have motion detector, we need some way to conceal ourselves. And don't forget the Wolverines... - - - - - It was already mentioned in the story. They have artificial muscle tissue and improved eyesight. Claes was stabbed and Bink was shot but they only suffered minor damage. Nasal filters and motion detectors were not included in the story. - - - - - So only improved strength and resistance... -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] So only improved strength and resistance... - - - - - Reflexes and dexterity as well. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 03

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:14pm Sinclair - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Sinclair"] So only improved strength and resistance... - - - - - Reflexes and dexterity as well. - - - - - Hmm... I'm up to the challenge... :twisted: -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Bink may have a few added advantages but she is not Super Girl. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Commander Z: Next your Fighting skils Bink will be protected by Jose he is a good Fighter, Background Martal Arts, Marakman, Exlecent Shooter, He will knew you be comming for her if you Aprotect him so just incase if he get in your way you must take him out also Bink will help him Fight you too also he will have 10 guards so next Holodeck is Ready so let see if your Martal Arts Skils is still good Alex II: Ok Sir *Then he went into the Holodeck 2 as the door close* Commander Z: Began *Then He was in a Hotel Wereing a Ninja Suite Bulding in Rome as 10 Guards of Jose came and sround him* Jose: So you came take Bink Away Never I don't know who you are but you not Geting Bink Guards Get him *Then Jose and Bink Ran as the Guards Began to Advance towards him* Alex II (Ninja Suite): Well Let get this Party Started (SPD Fighting Music) Alex II: *Went into his Salion Kung Fu Pose* "HEYA!" *Then he Attacked the First guard as he duck the first guard Kick, then he went for a Roundhouse Kick Knocking the First guard out, then the second guard came form the right but Alex II duck his Punch then he grab his hand as he throw him to the Thrid guard as they knock out cold then the Fourth Guard came with a Knife as Alex II Take out his Batwans knocking the Kife out of his hand then Hit him with the Batwans on his head as he was out cold, *then 5,6,7,9 Guards came but he did a Triple Round house kick to knocking them out and the Last Guard Comming towards him he did a Straight kick to knocking him out then he took out his Stunner and clocket it* Alex II: You can Run Jose but you can't Hide! *Then He Ran to Chase after Jose and Bink * Jose was running with Bink towards there car but Alex II caught them at the Past as he Pounce on them as they fall on to the floor, Alex II Kick Jose off of him then he grab his gun but Blink kick it out of his hand but he grab Bink Foot Alex II: Sorry Bink *Then he throw her to the ground* Jose came back but Alex II got out by did a 360 Spin and jump kick Jose but Jose Back up then he did a round house kick but Alex II Blocking it then did a Judio Throw on Jose to the ground thne he saw Bink geting up going for her gun but Alex II was quicker as he grab his Stunner first and Fire the shot as it hit Bink as she was out cold while he seting the dile for 14 Hours then jose come running towards him but he Did a Spinning Kick knock Jose on his back to the ground as Alex II puting his Foot on Jose and Ponting the Stunner on Jose Body* Alex II: You going to pay for what you done to Bink Making her a Assiasin that a New Low even for you using Kids for Assisains man You guys Make me Sick Jose; WHO are you Alex II: I am with the Mafia so You will rember those last words they just sent me to Put a hit on you so See you later and on Say Bye to Bink this is the last time you will see her *Before Jose have anything to say ALex II Fire his Stunner as Jose went out cold, Aelx II Seting for 15 Hours then placing the Mafia card on his Stomic then he picking Sleeping Bink up as he reporting Alex II: I Have Bink Ready for Transport *then the Slimitonal ends as Commander Z came to him Commander Z: Good Your Martal Art Skils not Russey Well Rest Tomorow you be training with the CIA Specal OPs Rescue and Destory Team That means They Will Rescue Bink and the other Kids being use by the Welfair Socisey Agency then we will destory that Agency after we Rescue the Kids then We will Cover it up make it the Mafia hit that place now get some Rest your Training begans Tomorow with the Specal Ops Alex II: Yes sir *Then he head to his Quarters* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] Bink may have a few added advantages but she is not Super Girl. - - - - - Compared to any other normal girl, she is. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - "I believe I have found something." states the AI bat. It had been busy gathering all the data it could on the murder victims and scanning through it for patterns. "All of the victims so far have purchased vanilla icecream at some point within the last five years." "Probably coincidence." replied Chip, but he made a note anyway. "Keep looking." -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - All of a sudden, the Cafˆ©'s front door bursts open, and a red-haired squirrel comes running in, heading right for the table around which the Rescue Rangers are sitting. "So here's where you are!" she shouts. "Well, at least you left a note!" "Tammy!" the Rangers and a handful of Tammyphiles express their surprise. "Nice to see you back," Gadget adds. "Come on, sit down with us." "Wait," Foxglove says. She is sitting next to Dale as always. "Something's wrong. Her heart rate is not falling, although she isn't running anymore." "Do you have built-in medical sensors, too?" the AI bat wonders. "No, but I'm a bat, and I've got a good hearing." Having a hunch that a big case is coming up, Chip asks, "Alright, Tammy, what's up that you came back all the way from Italy to see us?" Tammy tells the Rangers the entire story, at least all she knows, from her family's leaving to Italy to the attack to her return, partly under tears. Fernando analyzes her story. "Bink must have been injured pretty badly, to say the least," he finally says, "but anyway, she won't stay in hospital forever." "Someone should be there and take care of her when she leaves the hospital," Chip suggests. "Not only because she's a little girl and an orphan now, but also because we don't know anything about the attack and why it happened. Maybe they're after her, too." "Bonzer idea, mate!" Monty comments. "I 'aven't been t' Italy ferever, 'aven't tasted their fine cheeses..." Within a few seconds, the table is surrounded by quite a lot of Rangerphiles who want to volunteer. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - For just a moment, the AI bat seems to stop paying attention. Not for long, though. "I have found record of fourteen patients with descriptions that could be a match for Bink. Nine of these were released back to their families... of the other five, four are on record as having at least one surviving parent. The last one has a 72.95% chance of being Bink - she was released from hospital into... the Social Welfare Agency." "I have the address of their head office. I could email them with a query, if you'd like." "I don't think so." said Chip. "I think it would be far better if we went there to visit Bink in person. Less impersonal." The AI bat looked blank for a moment, then nodded. "Of course. I see. I could get the tripods to put together a suitable means of transport capable of carrying all interested parties, then. Plane, hovercraft, ship, helicopter, spaceship, submarine, or long-range transporter array? One large vehicle or many smaller vehicles? Take your pick." -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="CCC"] "I have found record of fourteen patients with descriptions that could be a match for Bink. Nine of these were released back to their families... of the other five, four are on record as having at least one surviving parent. The last one has a 72.95% chance of being Bink - she was released from hospital into... the Social Welfare Agency." "I have the address of their head office. I could email them with a query, if you'd like." "I don't think so." said Chip. "I think it would be far better if we went there to visit Bink in person. Less impersonal." - - - - - "That is correct," Tammy confirms. "Because I couldn't get anywhere dealing with the staff at the National Hospital in Italy, I had to steal a copy of Bink's hospital records." Tammy removes her copy of Bink's hospital records from her pocket, unfolds it and lays it on the table. "Bink did sustain a lot of injury but she was given artificial muscle tissue and some other cybernetic implants. The record does show that she was discharged to the Social Welfare Agency. When I got there, instead of a normal orphanage like I'd expected, I found a heavily guarded compound. I went to the guard at the front gate, I told him I was looking for Bink and that I am her sister. The guard immediately responds by saying there is no one here by that name. I then showed the cat my copy of Bink's hospital records, pointing out that she was discharged to this place. The cat was then at a loss for words so he gets on the phone. He explains to the person on the other end of the line what I showed him. He pauses then says to the person on the line, 'I see, so what do I tell her?' He pauses again and tells me that the hospital record I have is incorrect. The guy was so transparent I didn't buy it for a minute. I walked away until I was out of the guard's sight and approached the grounds another way, as I got closer I heard some rapid shooting. I also saw what appeared to be an out door shooting range. If it was an archery range, I could understand that. Even summer camps teach kids archery. I went in for a closer look but I was nabbed by several guards. As they were dragging me away, I yelled, 'My sister's in there.' 'You're trespassing' they responded and then threatened me 'Trespass again and we will have you in jail.' I then went to the Italian branch of the International Rescue Aid Society. I could read in their faces that something is wrong when I showed then Bink's hospital records. They then go into this long explanation of Italian bureaucracy and how they can't get her out through official channels. Then I told then 'This is the IRAS, rescue her.' Then they told me how taking back Bink from the Italian government without the official channels would be a diplomatic nightmare for the IRAS. I couldn't believe this. Since when are the IRAS less interested in rescuing someone than how they appear to the Italian government?" Tammy then refers to Bink's hospital records laying on the table. "This is tangible evidence that Bink was discharged to the Social Welfare Agency which as I pointed out looks more like a military compound than a home for children." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Midnight Man"] Fernando analyzes her story. "Bink must have been injured pretty badly, to say the least," he finally says, "but anyway, she won't stay in hospital forever." - - - - - ...o0O( Just when I thought I was retired from 'The Agency', I get DRAGGED BACK IN! ) Where is that red-haired munk when I need her?!! Now, (going into 'agent mode') there are a couple of points to clarify: 1) What condiction was the parents found in? One report (story intro inthe beginning) says that they were found dead. Another report (Midnight's) says that they were found injured... 2) With Bink's disappearence, brainwashing, training and missions done, would have taken weeks, if not months. Why is Tammy coming in now for help? -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] 1) What condiction was the parents found in? One report (story intro inthe beginning) says that they were found dead. Another report (Midnight's) says that they were found injured... - - - - - They were found dead. [quote="Fernando"] 2) With Bink's disappearence, brainwashing, training and missions done, would have taken weeks, if not months. Why is Tammy coming in now for help? - - - - - It has been months. Tammy stayed her in America while her mom, step-dad and sister were living in Italy. Tammy went to Italy to investigate after not being able to get in touch with them. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - "The guard was an invisible cat?" asks the AI. "Intruiging, but likely largely irrelevant. It will no doubt be possible to remove her from the Social Welfare Agency; the question is whether or not she is in a fit state for removal. To settle that, we will require the participation of one or more medically inclined persons." "The first four to come to mind are Jeanette Isabelle, Fernando, DOS, and Arik. It is probably important to include at least one of those four on the mission." (w.r.t. point 2: it must be tough for a squirrel to get here from Italy by ship.) -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - "When were you in last contact with your family?" Fernando asked. "September of last year." Tammy answered. "It's June. Why come to us now?" "As you know, I stayed behind here in New York as Bink and my parents lived in Italy." Arik chipped in. "This is the first time I have ever met you but I have heard so much about you. As I understand it, your mom is single. Right?" "Mom got remarried." Tammy corrected. "I see." Arik continued. "That would explain why your sister and mom were in Italy." "Exactly." Tammy answered. "When I stopped receiving calls, I called them but the line was no longer in service. I sent them many letters and when I got them back, they were marked 'return to sender.' After that I did what I could to get to Italy, figure out what's going on and get back to New York." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando: Before we start this- What documentation do you have? You know we are going to have to research all that you have before anyone can make a move. In Tammy's excitement to find help, finds that what she has brought little in terms of documentation and evidence is being challenged by Fernando. This upset her greatly. JeanetteIsabelle: Thats enough Fernando, you're upsetting her. Fernando: Having her upset is going to be minor if anyone of us is going to get hurt or worse in trying to find her sister. Fernando then turns to Tammy. Fernando: Look Girl, first we are exhaust to find every legal means of getting Bink back for you. If that fails, then we may have to resort to other means in bringing her back. Tammy: Would you, really? Fernando: No I wouldn't... JeanetteIsabelle: Fernando! Fernando: Look, Tammy... I am not making promises, but I and the others will do our best in getting Bink back. Now if you dont mind, I got a lot of work to do to start this. Fernando starts to get up to get out of the cafe, but as he does get up, JeanetteIsabelle smacks across the back of the head. Fernando looks at JeanetteIsabelle sternly through his dark glasses, as she stares at him back. DOS: Meaniehead... Some of those gathered around snickered. Fernando did is best to leave quietly. Arik: What was that all about? JeanetteIsabelle: Mostly personal issues with him. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair opened his mouth to ask for something, but changed his mind. Instead, he turned to Tammy. "Maybe they would not be able to do everything, but I'm not bound by political issues. If something needs doing, we do it, one way or another. Although I do not know you, the Rangers give you credibility. You have my word, I'll do anything in my power to help you." "Th...thank you." "Now I'd like to know everything about Bink and your family's business in Italy. Why did they went there? What happened after that? When did you loose contact? And as complete description of that 'Welfare Agency as you can. Everything might be important." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando goes to his home, mifted at the whole idea of being dragged into doing Cloak&Dagger mission again. Regardless if an innocent life is involved, certain keywords are not to his liking. Getting out of his Acorn Medical Tech Garb and into something more comfortable, he walks in his computer & server room. Thinking to himself: ...o0O( I'll bet that somebody out there would want the Cafe's TimeTravellers to go back into time and undo what has hapened. Yeah right, undo several months of events and end up with a major headache created temporal psychosis... Not me, and I wont allow Jeanette to suffer needlessly either.) Then he starts typing away on the keyboard: [code] Apple OSX 2.5v PASSWORD: ***************** PLACE FINGER ON PAD . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . BIOMETRICS IDENTITY: Confirmed >establish anti-easedropping protocol . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[done] >connect network: Cloak&Dagger [establishing virtual private network]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [virtual private network: established] [connecting]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[connected] [establishing protocol]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[protocol established] [connecting to entrypoint server]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[vpn-ip recognized] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [internal system s/n recognized] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[user input required] USER: ***** PASSWORD: ************ Welcome *****. 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Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:15pm DOS & Arik - - - - - [deleted] -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Hours pass into the late afternoon, Fernando returns to the cafe in his Acorn Medical Tech uniform, carrying a large folder of printed pages. He see that everyone is still gathered around Tammy, and walks to the group. Once there he drops his folder ontop of the other paperwork. Chip: What is this? Fernando: What is this? How about openning it up and reading it, peanut breathe. Chip opens the folder and goes through the papers within. Chip: Satellite photographs? Military Operations posing as orphanages? Printed Newspaper clipping? I cant read Italian. Fernando (as he grabs the paper flips it over for Chip): Siete un tal idiot... Its already translated into English on the flipside. Chip eyes open up in awe as he skims across the translated page's headlines. Chip (to himself): Blonde haired squirrely girl kills 3, wounds 1. Gadget: WHAT?!! Dale reaches for another newspaper article, flipping it over to the translated side. Dale: Child Murderer: A New Mafia Trend? Fernando: I knew this was not going to be easy. Lets hope the others can get better intell than what I got spending a couple of hours typing on my keyboard. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] "Now I'd like to know everything about Bink and your family's business in Italy. Why did they went there? What happened after that? When did you loose contact? And as complete description of that 'Welfare Agency as you can. Everything might be important." - - - - - "Our step-dad is Italian. This is why he, Mom and Bink were living in Italy." Tammy then refers to Bink's hospital records from the National Hospital in Italy. "As you can see here, she was operated on, replacing damaged muscle tissue with artificial muscle tissue. That in of its self is very benign. That in conjunction with her being transported to what seems like a military or research facility posing as a home for children, followed by unreal bureaucracy raises all sorts of flags." "What do you think that means?" Sinclair asked. Tammy appears unsure of what's going on. "If it wasn't for the shooting range, I would have assumed that it is a secret research facility and that Bink is being used as a guineapig. After being threatened by the guards, I did hang back to see what kind of traffic enters and leaves that facility. I saw mostly sports cars such as a Porsche and an Audi and I did see a pizza delivery van enter but not leave. When I went to the Italian branch of the IRAS, I knew they knew something they were not telling. Their reaction only heightened my suspicion that it was either a research or a military facility." -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - "This is getting interesting... much too interesting. We need to do something. Quickly." Sinclair browses the folder, taking out satellite photos, plans and searching through the articles for a pattern. "The complex is well guarded. We need to strike while they are outside. Minimum collateral damage. Assaulting the place would be a Skywalker Surprise. There are probably many Borgs inside." He flips two more pages. "Hmm... The first thing to do is get more data. We need to go to Italy. Post lookouts around the complex. If it is indeed a military outpost, then we have to be careful. First priority - identify target. If Bink is indeed in there, we can proceed to complex scan. Get to know who and when comes there, who, when and where leaves." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando reaches into his pockets and tosses several small blue booklets on the table, each with a cafe member's name on it embossed in gold. Chip: And what are these? Fernando: I swear- you and your nonsensical questions! What does it look like to you, fool?!! *then to himself* Sheesh, and I'm the one with the vision problems... Chip: You still have not answered my question. Fernando: Listen munk- use your freaking eye balls you have in your head. You may lead this little core group here, but you do not lead me. As for you moronic question: they are passports- for you to use to get to Italy. Chip: And what is with your attitude? Fernando: It is you... you believe that you can lead a little group of rodentia into a military base and rescue somebody? This is not Nimul or Fat Cat or some scientific complex hold mice in cages, but a miltary base filled with soliders and agents who are shoot to kill first and ask questions later. As far as I am concerned- you and your little La-La group is way out of your league! So it best that you come with all of us, and while we are doing the rescue, you and your little girl pal here sit down and enjoy the pasta. Monty (getting up and rolling his fisted sleeve): Watch what you are saying and to whom... Gadget: Monty, dont! Fernando: I've been waiting for this for a very long time... JeanetteIsabelle: Fernando, dont you dare. Fernando: *HMPH!* Gadget: Then what do you propose? Fernando: There is no way possible that we can take on a military base. But read here in the newspaper clips- where it states that she was outside of the base when this blonde haired squirrel was in town when the shootings occurred. That means that they must go out and mingle with the public. That means that we can deal with them on a one-to-one fashion. Now, lets start planning. You, Chip- are going to need a larger jacket, since you're going to get fat eating pasta. Dale: HA! HA! -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Tammy reads the first newspaper clipping from Saturday, December 9, 2006. "A man, suspected with affiliations of the Republican Factions terrorist group, claims he was approached by a guy in a suit, posing as a newspaper reporter, accompanied by a young female squirrel with short blond hair carrying a violin case. The alleged terrorist group affiliate got agitated with the man claiming to be a reporter before he was struck in the head with a heavy violin case by the female squirrel. . . . The shooting rampage appears to be the work of organized crime or a terrorist group." Arik, pointing out the obvious, said "That was last year. What could have happened since then?" -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then a TV Screan came on as Commander Z was on* Commander Z: Hello Rescue Rangers I am Commander Z of the CIA we allready heard the Situlation on Bink and this was a Cover up by the Italy government aka Welfare Agency they like us CIA allways covering up there messesed now you be join by 7 our CIA Agents and One you knew Alex II Came on the screan "Hello Guys" Chip: ALEX II YOu work for the CIA Alex II: Well the Sercet is out Chip yep I do long story Dale: WOw Alex II a Sercet Agent Alex II: Welll not to brag Dale but We Do Need to Rescue Bink so gust what Rescue Rangers You be Taking orders form Me CIA is Higher than you Unlese if Fernando want to lead the CIA for Old Time Shakes and We knew SWA Knew that Tammy will Find Bink so they will try make it harder for us so We going to use a New Code name New York Mafia becasue We make it like the Mafia did it not us so Your Job is Not to be Requongise, You must Rescue Bink at all cost, and We also Put More Ninja Suites and gear in the Sutecase for you all so they don't Rescuongise you only your eyes and your voice but your Ninja Gear also have Voice senzlisers in them too so you be talking at a diffrent voice and it set on Mafia voice seting so they don't knew you and Tammy you be wereing a Dequisce too it in your Sutecase so once you get to a hotel in Italy Put it on and don't ask Question So Nando What your answer? Commander Z: So Rescue Rangers Good Luck and Bring Bink HOME -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo, Who had been gone for all the excitement, walked into the cafe. He saw Chip, Fernando, and a large group of folks gathered around the table. "Hey, y'all. How's it a goin'?" He asked quite innocently. One look from Fernando was all he needed. "Well, I got to pick up somethin' at HQ. If ya need me, holler!" Hondo said unusually fast and turned toward the door, making a hasty exit. *If the problems that big to get a look like that from Fernando, I'll wait to find out. I know if they need a movin' target they'll call me.* Hondo thought as he stole a quick glance over his shoulder. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - After receiving video feed from the CIA by Alex II, on an unsecured line, and Hondo walking in on us like nothing is happening, Arik wonders why we're not conducting a private meeting in Grand Central Station. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - A map appeared on the table; at the same time, the CIA link flickered, and then dropped slightly in quality. "Hey, what happened?" asked Alex II. "I switched you onto an encrypted channel, that's what. One kilobyte key, won't be easy to break. Now, here:" A map of Italy appeared on the table. "The military orphanage is here." A grey pin appeared on the map. "The blonde assassin with the news coverage struck, in order, there, there, there..." Red pins appeared, one by one, each marking the scene of one or more deaths. "I can try to take a look over the IRAS computer network if you want, see if I can find out what they know about the subject." -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - "Fernando!" "Yeah?" "Don't treat Chip like that! He might not be a blind squirrel, nor is he a military commander. But I'm sure he cares for this case no less than you and everybody else. Besides, we're not going for the trench run. We're going for a nice, uninteresting mission. At least as much uninteresting as it can get. Remember we'd have to deal with at least one borg. Also remember they didn't use a passport until now." "Charlie?" "Hmm?" "You realize mate, oi don't understand a word you just said." "Sorry. I guess I got a bit carried away... A trench run, also called the Skywalker's Surprise, is a mission carrying a 0.0001% survival chance. And what we call interesting you would probably call deadly... Oh and a borg is a cybernetic organism of any kind." -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="CCC"] "I can try to take a look over the IRAS computer network if you want, see if I can find out what they know about the subject." OOC: The Italian branch of the IRAS does have information on the Social Welfare Agency however they do not plan to use this information in fear of political ramifications. I do plan for them to use this information later in the story when it will not land them in the soup. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando: The plan is simple; arrive, observe, review, observe, review- for as long as it might take. Follow Bink and her companion, see their interactions, what they are doing, where they are going, find a pattern. Take notice of who is with them at all times. We have to figure all this out before we can make a move. AlexII: OK then, when do we make our move? Fernando: Not until we figure this all out. *Then looks at Chip* You got lucky once when you saved Gadget years ago. This time bullets are going to be used, not drug loaded darts. Chip just looks at him, wanting to say something, but cant. Arik: What action will our move take? Fernando: "lets assume te following- 1) Bink has a companion, a parnter or supervisor, and she carries a violin case. 2) That violin case has an automatic weapon inside that she has used before 3) They are not alone; there are others like them around them. So what to do? Simple- at the time of day they are most alone, they have to be incapacitated, the violin case with the weapon taken away and Bink returned to the cafe. Sinclair- no use of advance technology is to be used. That means, no starships, no teleporters. In JeanetteIsabelle and my case, no Time Travel Tech. In short- we're on our own with what resources we can gather. Since we have to follow by society's rules, that means we have to get our paperwork in order- hence the passports. So, we are going to need the following: a couple of rented cars, and a couple of awaiting planes at an airfield. Perferably something that can fight back since militiary relatilation will definately occur. Now, lets sit down and deal with the details." Everyone looks at each other blankly. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - OOC: Because DOS does not officially exist, she does not have a passport. -------------------------------------------------- ODS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] So what to do? Simple- at the time of day they are most alone, they have to be incapacitated, the violin case with the weapon taken away and Bink returned to the cafe. "Fernando." Arik pointed out, "If we are dealing with the type of people I think we are dealing with, chances are Bink will be wearing a concealed handgun in addition to carrying an automatic weapon in a violin case." -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 05 - - - - -

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:16pm Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] OOC: Because DOS does not officially exist, she does not have a passport. - - - - - Fernando walks over to Arik and hands him an envelope. It contains a Baptismal Certificate, a Computer School ID and a passport for Diana Olivia Smith (DOS). Since a Birt Certificate does not exist for DOS, does not mean that she is not registered as an acknowledged person by some religious organization. A Baptismal Certificate is as good as a Brith Certiificate in 99% of the cases, and the US Gov't does accept it in cases of children. [quote="DOS & Arik"] "Fernando." Arik pointed out, "If we are dealing with the type of people I think we are dealing with, chances are Bink will be wearing a concealed handgun in addition to carrying an automatic weapon in a violin case." - - - - - That is why we need to have her incapacitated. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II: Ok We will meet you at the airport Tomorow at 7 AM that measn 0700 GMT -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo, who had left no farther than the roof, had heard the rest of the conversation. "Good thing I have good hearing!" Hondo said in a whisper to himself. *Well, I'm a not missing a chance to get shot at. Been too quiet around here anyhow.* with that thought in mind he silently jumped off the roof and into the shadows. *If they're leavin' tomorrow, I'm gone tonight!* he thought as he walked to where he hid his Bronco. *I'll stay out of the way, unless something goes bad.* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Leaning against the driver's side front fender was Fernando, who waited for Hondo to arrive. Once Hondo stepped into view of his truck, he stopped momentarily. Hondo: How did you get here? Fernando: For one with great hearing, its very hard to hear a flying squirrel in flight. Maybe only Foxglove could have heard me. Hondo (as he walked to the driverside door): So, what do you want? Fernando: I dont care about loose canons. The agency thinks I'm one, and I agree with them. But if we are going to be loose canons, we need to be loose in the same directions. Understand what I am trying say? Hondo: I think so. Fernando: Good. Now go back to the cafe and pickup your paperwork, airplane tickets, and a red shirt. And when you get back, chell your grounding strap... Then Fernando took a steps and flew up into the nearby trees, disappearing into the branches above. Hondo: damn he's good. But everyone has a flaw. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - On a late, cold evening, Triela has Bink by the hand. Bink is in her new red coat. "Hurry up before he leaves." "But. . . ." Bink hesitates. "You want to ask him, right?" "Yeah. It's just. . . ." "Come on." Triela pulls Bink by the arm. Bink and Triela are standing by the parking lot. Bink is standing a few feet in front of Triela, she turns around to look at Triela. Triela nods at Bink. Jose walks up to his Porsche and unlocks it remotely. "Jose?" He hears Bink addressing him. "Yes. What is it, Bink?" "Um, uh. . . ." "It's okay." Jose reassures her. "Well, Christmas is coming up soon, and. . . ." Triela watches from a distance. "Yes." "So I was thinking. . . ." "How's a drive sound to you?" Jose suggested. Bink is thrilled. "As long as we get to spend time together, it'll be the perfect Christmas." "Go back to your room." "Good night, Jose." Softly, "Good night, Bink." Jose starts his Porsche and drives off. Bink runs to Triela. "Jose said yes. We'll be spending Christmas together." "See? What'd I say? It's as simple as asking." "You were right. It really wasn't that hard. Thanks Triela." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - OCC: What date/time of year is this? -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] OCC: What date/time of year is this? - - - - - This is December 2006, a few weeks after Bink's first job. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] OCC: What date/time of year is this? - - - - - This is December 2006, a few weeks after Bink's first job. OCC: When do you expect us to get to the rescue? -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] OOC: The Italian branch of the IRAS does have information on the Social Welfare Agency however they do not plan to use this information in fear of political ramifications. I do plan for them to use this information later in the story when it will not land them in the soup. - - - - - (OOC: Which doesn't necessarily mean that said information will be on a computer with an internet connection; in fact, for security reasons, they may have good to some lengths to ensure that this was not the case.) [quote="Fernando"] Sinclair- no use of advance technology is to be used. That means, no starships, no teleporters. In JeanetteIsabelle and my case, no Time Travel Tech. In short- we're on our own with what resources we can gather. - - - - - "I am advanced technology." states the AI bat. "Therefore, perhaps I should remain largely absent." [quote="Fernando"] So, we are going to need the following: a couple of rented cars, and a couple of awaiting planes at an airfield. Perferably something that can fight back since militiary relatilation will definately occur. - - - - - "The tripods form a substantial labour force. Even if I am to remain here, I can instruct them to build a plane or planes to whatever specifications you require." -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] OCC: What date/time of year is this? - - - - - This is December 2006, a few weeks after Bink's first job. - - - - - OCC: When do you expect us to get to the rescue? - - - - - It is June 2007 our time. I want to time it just right so that when we rescue Bink, that plot will be in sync with ours. Planning a rescue mission and carrying it out takes less time than it is to go through special forces training. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - @Fernando: I didn't mention anything with a tech level of Star Trek. No teleportation, starships or other were considered in the plan so far. As for transport, I have my Me262 that can fight back pretty neatly, even against the modern Italian fighters. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="CCC"] "The tripods form a substantial labour force. Even if I am to remain here, I can instruct them to build a plane or planes to whatever specifications you require." - - - - - Hmmm... How big is a single tripod? What extreme g-forces can it endure? How fast can a single tripod take down the controls of a modern day fighter? In other words, if placed into a small 20-30mm canon shell of a typical fighter aircraft weapon, use it to shoot at another (offending) aircraft, can a tripod attach itself without damage and take over that other aircraft? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] @Fernando: I didn't mention anything with a tech level of Star Trek. No teleportation, starships or other were considered in the plan so far. As for transport, I have my Me262 that can fight back pretty neatly, even against the modern Italian fighters. - - - - - "Its not the crate that is flying but the nut behind the controls..." Then again, Manfred Freiherr von Richthofen repeated what his master, Oswald Boelcke once taught him: "Every take off- OPTIONAL. Every landing- MANDITORY!" -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Sinclair"] @Fernando: I didn't mention anything with a tech level of Star Trek. No teleportation, starships or other were considered in the plan so far. As for transport, I have my Me262 that can fight back pretty neatly, even against the modern Italian fighters. - - - - - "Its not the crate that is flying but the nut behind the controls..." Then again, Manfred Freiherr von Richthofen repeated what his master, Oswald Boelcke once taught him: "Every take off- OPTIONAL. Every landing- MANDITORY!" - - - - - The Polish Minister of Aviation once said: "A Polish pilot, if need be, would fly on a barn door." And don't forget: "Every landing you can walk away from is a good one." :mrgreen: "Now let's see... we have to cross the Atlantic. That wouldn't pose much of a problem. Do you have documents for me, or should I take on one of my identities?" -------------------------------------------------- [quote="Sinclair"] [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Sinclair"] @Fernando: I didn't mention anything with a tech level of Star Trek. No teleportation, starships or other were considered in the plan so far. As for transport, I have my Me262 that can fight back pretty neatly, even against the modern Italian fighters. - - - - - "Its not the crate that is flying but the nut behind the controls..." Then again, Manfred Freiherr von Richthofen repeated what his master, Oswald Boelcke once taught him: "Every take off- OPTIONAL. Every landing- MANDITORY!" - - - - - The Polish Minister of Aviation once said: "A Polish pilot, if need be, would fly on a barn door." And don't forget: "Every landing you can walk away from is a good one." :mrgreen: "Now let's see... we have to cross the Atlantic. That wouldn't pose much of a problem. Do you have documents for me, or should I take on one of my identities?" - - - - - "And any landing you can use the plane again is an excellent one." -That was said of James Ira Thomas "Taffy" Jones, a Scottish Ace who crashed more planes than he shot down. He had a vision perception problem, which made him an ace, but he could not see the ground! :lol: Go get yours from the pile, I made one for everyone in the cafe of who is ever interested in this little adventure. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 06

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:18pm DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="CCC"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] OOC: The Italian branch of the IRAS does have information on the Social Welfare Agency however they do not plan to use this information in fear of political ramifications. I do plan for them to use this information later in the story when it will not land them in the soup. - - - - - (OOC: Which doesn't necessarily mean that said information will be on a computer with an internet connection; in fact, for security reasons, they may have good to some lengths to ensure that this was not the case.) - - - - - OOC: What the Rangers don't know yet is that they will be rescuing two kids rather than just one. That is where IRAS Intelligence comes in. The question which waits to be seen is, will the Rangers take one trip to Italy or two trips. That may depend on how quickly they want to get out of Italy once they have Bink. [quote="Fernando"] [quote="CCC"] "The tripods form a substantial labour force. Even if I am to remain here, I can instruct them to build a plane or planes to whatever specifications you require." - - - - - Hmmm... How big is a single tripod? What extreme g-forces can it endure? How fast can a single tripod take down the controls of a modern day fighter? In other words, if placed into a small 20-30mm canon shell of a typical fighter aircraft weapon, use it to shoot at another (offending) aircraft, can a tripod attach itself without damage and take over that other aircraft? - - - - - If the Rangers do the job smoothly, they wouldn't have to deal with enemy fighters. Also, how much effort is the Italian government willing to put in to retrieve one cyborg assassin? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="CCC"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] OOC: The Italian branch of the IRAS does have information on the Social Welfare Agency however they do not plan to use this information in fear of political ramifications. I do plan for them to use this information later in the story when it will not land them in the soup. - - - - - (OOC: Which doesn't necessarily mean that said information will be on a computer with an internet connection; in fact, for security reasons, they may have good to some lengths to ensure that this was not the case.) - - - - - OOC: What the Rangers don't know yet is that they will be rescuing two kids rather than just one. That is where IRAS Intelligence comes in. The question which waits to be seen is, will the Rangers take one trip to Italy or two trips. That may depend on how quickly they want to get out of Italy once they have Bink. . . . If the Rangers do the job smoothly, they wouldn't have to deal with enemy fighters. Also, how much effort is the Italian government willing to put in to retrieve one cyborg assassin? - - - - - That would depend on 'how much of an investment' either the government or its agency has invested in these little assassin cyborgs. The Italian Government can say "No, Let them go..."; but the Agency Head would demand further actions to the point of possible criminal intent. That is a problem on how goverments deal with their agencies, since sometimes, the agencies think that they are working above the law. At least with the USA, that is why they have 'Congressional Hearings'. We'll just have to wait and see. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - I could bring my replica 1932 waco biwing for inconspicuous air recon. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] I could bring my replica 1932 waco biwing for inconspicuous air recon. - - - - - 1932 biplane in 2007? Perhaps a Piper arrow, Learjet 100, or even a 737BBJ... but a biplane? YOU KNOW HOW MANY CENTURIANS YOU ARE GOING TO INVOKE WW1 FLASHBACKS UPON?!! YOU KNOW THAT THEY ARE STILL ARMED WITH THEIR ANCIENT WEAPONS?!! *BANG!* Colpo Tedesco Giˆ¼! -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - hey, it's slow and there are many folk who fly those for fun! especially if there is a vintage air show near by. Folk may look at it and say "cool, it's an old plane." But do you think they would say, "A vintage aircraft? They must be spying on us. If they were joy riding it would be in a new plane that flies so high you can't see the scenery." I no think so. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] hey, it's slow and there are many folk who fly those for fun! especially if there is a vintage air show near by. Folk may look at it and say "cool, it's an old plane." But do you think they would say, "A vintage aircraft? They must be spying on us. If they were joy riding it would be in a new plane that flies so high you can't see the scenery." I no think so. - - - - - Hondo, a vintage biplane over a no-fly zone may attract all sorts of attention. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - you don't fly over it! you fly around and use high powered scope. this gunslinger knows not to sky-line himself. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Hondo, you know Fernando is right. The key is, you can't fly anything that will draw attention to its self. If someone stops to think, "a vintage aircraft," especially in a setting where a biplane is not expected, your cover is already blown regardless how they rationalize its existence. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Meanwhile, in Italy... http://www.ziaspace.com/~fernando/RRH6.jpg -You got a fix on that? -Yeah, sounds like an old biplane -So what you think? -BRING OUT THE DEATH RAY! http://www.ziaspace.com/~fernando/kent1.jpg ZAP!!! (Description of aircraft being with with Death Ray to be left out, to spare those weak hearts and low constitutions) http://www.ziaspace.com/~fernando/crashM.jpg -Dang it, where's the pilot? -You're forget, the Death Ray vaporizes the pilot, so we can recycle the plane! -Oh yeah... I forget! HEY, Lets have a parade! http://www.ziaspace.com/~fernando/hiro1a.jpg $#&%@#... Another parade...HA! Wait until they see the bill for the horn section! -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - ok,ok! no plane. But I bring multiple, large concealed knifes,multiple,assorted fire arms, and a large screwdriver! -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - ok,ok! no plane. But I bring multiple, large concealed knifes,multiple,assorted fire arms, and a large screwdriver! -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - What ever you can sneak past airport metal detectors and touchy-feely custom agents is fine by me. :mrgreen: Now, if you get caught... [quote] We Will Disavow Any Knowledge Of Your Existence! [\quote] :twisted: -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - who ever hear of someone getting stopped for airfreighting antique weapons? :twisted: :twisted: -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then Inspector Gagdet and Clueso as they came Inspector Gadget: I am Inspector Gadget Chife has sent me to Help you Rescue Blink Clueso: Same as my SUperouis too Alex II: Thanks We be happy to Appriceated *Then they head into the SUV about 8 of them as they head to the airport* -------------------------------------------------- [quote="Fernando"] Hmmm... How big is a single tripod? - - - - - Pretty small. [quote="Fernando"] What extreme g-forces can it endure? - - - - - Not as much as one might expect, but enough for most purposes. [quote="Fernando"] How fast can a single tripod take down the controls of a modern day fighter? - - - - - "Take down" as in "Force a landing", or as in "Take control"? The first is a simple matter of unplugging the fuel lines; it would take more time to get there than to do it unless you hit exactly. The second would take a minute or two, but requires three tripods. The first one could build two more from bits of the target plane, but that takes 15 minutes. (Two can build a third in 5 minutes.) [quote="Fernando"] In other words, if placed into a small 20-30mm canon shell of a typical fighter aircraft weapon, use it to shoot at another (offending) aircraft, can a tripod attach itself without damage and take over that other aircraft? - - - - - No. However, a typical fighter aircraft weapon can be modified into an electromagnetic tripod launcher before the mission. It can be made to look like a normal gun, but it will have a slightly lower muzzle velocity than the typical aircraft gun, and will only be able to fire ammunition containing sufficient iron. Moreover, a swift takeover requires three hits on the same plane. Computer-aided aiming algorithms can also be added, if required, to increase the probability that a given weapon hits the designated target. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 07 - - - - -

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:19pm DOS & Arik - - - - - OOC: I need a head count of how many characters will be on the rescue mission. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II and 7 CIA Search and Rescue and Attack Team Members -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - one of me. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - 1 medical team -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - How many tripods do you want? 20? 30? The AI bat is planning to remain back at the Cafe, but is quite willing to do what it can, especially with regard to making sure that any computer with an internet connection does what you want it to do. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Alex II and 7 CIA Search and Rescue and Attack Team Members Eight. Does this number include Inspector Gadget and Clueso? -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Count me in. My crew is not coming. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] 1 medical team - - - - - I, my self, am bringing medical gear based on the number going on the mission, minus CCC and DOS as they are able to quickly repair any damage they sustain. Who are you including in your medical team? -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - "It's a pity that bringing your own aircraft is so difficult," Midnight says, "for the best I have to offer you is my plane, The Storm. A North American P-51D 'Mustang' replica, looks like built in the 40s, but is in fact built in 1957 by the Ultra-Flite Labs. Since her refurbishment, a 2006 Christmas present from Gadget to me, she is more of a race plane than ever, and she has been pretty fast when she was built. Additional tanks enable her to cross the Atlantic by her own power, especially at moderate speeds with the supercharger turned off, though I might need to refuel once I'm over European territory. Other modifications, especially compared with the original Ultra-Flite design, include a second seat and an enlarged canopy, giving her a trainer layout. However, since she is no real warbird, she has never carried any weapons, and due to her age, there is no computer technology inside of her. "Another problem might arise if someone is familiar to Ultra-Flite's test craft and recognizes The Storm in the air. Hardly anyone knows what happened to the Storm after the pilot whom she was given to, Jefferson van Zant, died after a plane crash. And now she suddenly appears over Italy? This would mean that a sort of camouflage would be necessary, a smaller standard canopy hiding the passenger seat, and of course a paint job. I'd prefer you to use paint which can be washed off. Because first I'd like her to get her usual black outfit back after the mission, and second it doesn't matter what she looks like when she's used in a getaway mission as opposed to a recon mission and it happens to rain. "Of course I'll steer clear of no-fly areas. I'm not planning on attacking the camp, especially not with no weapons at all. But if you need to get someone or something away quickly, I might wait somewhere in the distance, this someone or something might be brought to me, and I'd simply fly away. I doubt that an organization which attempts at giving the appearance of an orphanage has an own air force with supersonic fighter/bomber jets or even SAM launchers hidden on public ground just in case of an aerial attack, and when it's propeller-driven or even rolling on, chances are great that I'll outfly it easily. "If you need my help otherwise than as a pilot, I can provide black clothes," he pulls his only black trench coat out of a bag he has brought, "I can move around and hide without making any noise and without leaving any traces if necessary, I've got a good hearing, I can see quite well when it's almost dark, and then there's my tranq rifle. However, keep me away from hand-to-hand combat." -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - "How easy would it be to install two 50mm PzBs in pylons under wings? That is, if you even consider such modification..." -------------------------------------------------- HondoI. Sackett - - - - - he can bring a plane from the 40's, but i can't from the 30's!(mumble,grumble) :evil: oh well, that is kismet! :? -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] he can bring a plane from the 40's, but i can't from the 30's!(mumble,grumble) :evil: oh well, that is kismet! :? This is a covert mission. We need to remain invisible. Intelligence gathering is needed but we need to remain invisible. Most, if not all recognizance will be ground recognizance. Once you are in the air, you are seen. The question that remains is, what impression will you leave once you are in the air? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] 1 medical team - - - - - I, my self, am bringing medical gear based on the number going on the mission, minus CCC and DOS as they are able to quickly repair any damage they sustain. Who are you including in your medical team? - - - - - There is only one other I would ride shotgun with. The problem is whether or not is she would want too, and we both know that JeannetteIsabelle will not make a move unless she believe she is absolutely ready even though we know that she already is. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Lets say this, people: No planes, except for the 2 or 3 that takes us to Italy and brings us back. Now, that would nean 4 to 6 pilots/co-pilots to fly them. Why? Italy is such a small place, and its governments and agencies keep a tight regien on its airspace. Even recreational flying must be registered, like here in the USA with the FAA and local control towers. With a small area, there is not much manuvering space. It also brings suspicion to those caught, and anyone caught will be left behind. The mission itself is going to be dangerous, and though some of us might be loose canons, I would prefer that as loose canons, we swing together in the proper directions we have to go. Thusly, anyone caught, will be left to their devices to get out, and we will disavow your existance and deny that there is any mission going on. It is for all our protections that it must be so. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] he can bring a plane from the 40's, but i can't from the 30's!(mumble,grumble) :evil: oh well, that is kismet! :? - - - - - This is a covert mission. We need to remain invisible. Intelligence gathering is needed but we need to remain invisible. Most, if not all recognizance will be ground recognizance. Once you are in the air, you are seen. The question that remains is, what impression will you leave once you are in the air? - - - - - No the most important impression, or lack of one, is the one made from landing! :D -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 08 - - - - -

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:21pm HondoI. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Lets say this, people: No planes, except for the 2 or 3 that takes us to Italy and brings us back. Now, that would nean 4 to 6 pilots/co-pilots to fly them. - - - - - OK, if you need another plane I can borrow a V-22 Osprey replica from a friend, and pilot it, though I warn y'all, I'm use to bush piloting. [quote] It also brings suspicion to those caught, and anyone caught will be left behind. The mission itself is going to be dangerous, and though some of us might be loose canons, I would prefer that as loose canons, we swing together in the proper directions we have to go. [\quote] - - - - - Alright, I may be a loner, or "loose Cannon" as you put it, but I'll let you, Fernando, call the primary shot's or will at least try to let you know before I try something stupid. :wink: -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] OOC: I need a head count of how many characters will be on the rescue mission. - - - - - Here are the twenty-two characters listed so far who are going on the mission. Let me know if I am missing anyone. Arik DOS Alex II Seven CIA Search and Rescue and Attack Team Members Hondo Fernando Jeanette Isabelle Sinclair Midnight Man Gadget Monty Chip Dale Tammy Zipper Annie Oakley -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] [quote="Fernando"] Lets say this, people: No planes, except for the 2 or 3 that takes us to Italy and brings us back. Now, that would nean 4 to 6 pilots/co-pilots to fly them. - - - - - OK, if you need another plane I can borrow a V-22 Osprey replica from a friend, and pilot it, though I warn y'all, I'm use to bush piloting. [quote] It also brings suspicion to those caught, and anyone caught will be left behind. The mission itself is going to be dangerous, and though some of us might be loose canons, I would prefer that as loose canons, we swing together in the proper directions we have to go. [\quote][\quote] Alright, I may be a loner, or "loose Cannon" as you put it, but I'll let you, Fernando, call the primary shot's or will at least try to let you know before I try something stupid. :wink: - - - - - Boeing's V-22 Osprey? You know that the armed forces grounded those things because the prop shafts can snap off under light loads or when shifting flight modes. I would not give them to the Taliban or AlQuida in fear that they might crash on them! Sad to say- its a good design built wrong! Dont worry, we'll go in class... -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote] Boeing's V-22 Osprey? [\quote] - - - - - A replica better built by small hands! :D Gadget tested, Chip approved! but I could in a pinch get use of a CL-84 "Dynavert" but the range and hauling capacity are not as good. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] Here are the twenty characters listed so far who are going on the mission. Let me know if I am missing anyone. - - - - - ... CCC ... (The AI bat is staying behind, just sending some tripods with. Besides, you forgot someone...) Zipper: Bzz! Bzz bzzbzt bz! "One final point. Does anyone have any particular objection to going to watch the second Fantastic Four film?" The bat gets a series of blank looks. It shrugs. "The cinema database indicates that no less than three people from the Italian Embassy will be there, tomorrow evening. With a little bit of effort -" the bat vanishes, replaced by a crowd of ten rangers and rangerphiles; Arik, Fernando, Chip, Gadget, Dale, Hondo, Jeanette, Sinclair, Midnight, and DOS, all indistinguishable from the originals. All ten speak in chorus: "- I can ensure that the Embassy has proof that at least some of you were on these shores at least part of the time." -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Lets say this, people: No planes, except for the 2 or 3 that takes us to Italy and brings us back. Now, that would nean 4 to 6 pilots/co-pilots to fly them. - - - - - Oh right then. I'm flying with someone else, as a pilot/co-pilot/gunner/passenger/whatever. But what planes would we take then? I propose Screaming Eagle II eight-seater ;) well, 'cause it has place for eight peoples and is armed. Any other suggestions? -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Fernando suggested a 737-BBJ. -------------------------------------------------- Annie Oakley - - - - - Count me in on this fun. I am now.......... The CHICK IN BLACK bwa haha I love it when I get to waer my sunglasses!!! How many guns can I bring? I'll bring my shoulder holster, belt buckle .22, and many more. And of course knives made out of non detectable materials. 8) -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Annie walks through the metal detector... *BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!* Closest guard to her asks (as others surround the area): Miss, mind you coming here with me? Cautiously Annie walks over to the gaurd, where he takes a dectector paddle wand and goes over her with it. "You have a wired brazzire, metal garter belt clips, metal implants, so on and so forth?", the gaurd asks as the wand paddle goes off several times. "Take off the belt please...?", another guard asks. Some behind the gaurd start to put on rubber gloves. "We might have to body cavity search this one...", one can be heard whispering to another. Knowing that the gun would be discovered, and not wanting to be cavity searched, Annie runs to the nearest street exit of the airport, and continues running to town. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - Well, as I stated the other night on the chat, I won't be participating directly. This is partly due to the fact that work will keep me busy and less online than usual. However, in one of my apparent continuing roles as the provider of insanely absurd amounts of firepower, I'm kinda-sorta present: my character (and associated crew) is aboard the American battleship USS Texas (the same ship used frequently in the Cafe Foyer) in the Mediterranean Sea as part of a NATO exercise (our cover story for being there.) We're way out in international waters, a couple hundred miles from Italy itself, but the Texas can be used as a base of operations (like, say, a helicopter launching pad) and could be eventually used to help escort Bink home after the mission (assuming success.) While she cannot directly provide firepower for this particular mission (for obvious reasons) Texas will of course still be available for future missions. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then Alex II and his 7 CIA Agents were on there Privet Plane that can't be Listed* Alex II: Hay Airk We be following you in our privet plane this one can't be marke or seen by WSA or Italy Army too so this plane is Encriped -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - OOC: Eddie, the first mission, to rescue Bink, will be covert. We will gather intelligence, rescue Bink and leave. We as characters have no reason for staying based on the intelligence we gather during this mission. The second mission, if any, will be to rescue Claes. We will already receive all the intelligence we need for a second mission if we choose to accept it. Spoiler: The second mission will require fire power. We will not be rescuing Claes from the Social Welfare Agency but from a terrorist cell. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Charles_Roberts"] *Then Alex II and his 7 CIA Agents were on there Privet Plane that can't be Listed* - - - - - Alex II: Hay Airk We be following you in our privet plane this one can't be marke or seen by WSA or Italy Army too so this plane is Encriped Before we pack to go to Italy, there is one other thing I need to know. I assume you will be bringing your own medical gear or do I need to bring an extra medical kit? Each medical kit is designed for eight people. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II Show Arik his Medical Kit "Yea we bring one too -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - I have some duct tape, shop towels, and aspirin. that will fix most wounds and cut the pain a little. (well, at least that is what my real medical kit contains) -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 09 - - - - -

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:23pm Sinclair - - - - - I have my 'first aid' kit just in case... plus Gadget can help me if need arises. ;) -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - It looks like we will have plenty of medical kits of various designs. I have designed my kits for missionaries. I will be bringing two of them for our mission. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando calls a meeting of all involved for later that night in Cafe. Once nightfall on the cafe, and the younger crowd goes home to bed, the others come. The cafe is still open to the rest of the patrons, however. Thus Fernando takes the group to a more secluded area of the cafe to hold the meeting. Fernando: Men, rodents and what ever else remains, listen up. We need to be more organized and standardized amoungst ourselves. First off, you are not to bring in your own weapons of anykind. Voice in group: Any Why Not? Fernando: Airport security for one, customs- two. Either one will find those weapons and have its owners arrested. You decide to bring in your own weapons, thats your perogative. But if you get caught, and you will get caught, we know nothing about you, and you are to rot in jail for how ever long it takes. Do I make myself clear? Silence. Fernando: Do I Make Myself Clear?!! Group in sadden unison: Yes... sir... Fernando: Good. Silence. Fernando: Any weapons to be used, will be distributed when we are there, and they will be accounted, and returned. This will keep the possibility of the authorities off our tails as much as possible. This means for you- you can only bring 1 suitcase with enough clothes and tourists equipment with you. Cameras, guides and maps, phrase books, whatever. Nothing more. Everyone nods in agreement, though its an imposed agreement. Fernando: We will get there in 3 planes; 2 Jearjets 60's and 1 737BBJ. The Learjets will be backups to the 737BBJ, and only be used as a means of a quick escape. All 3 will will bring in supplies and assorted equipment needed for the mission. We will have lodging in 4 different hotels, have a mini communications systems, paw-sized internet access. Everyone will have a specific task in the mission. I dont care how it is done, as long as it is done without colaterial damage. Mission parameters will be assigned to all of us when we get there. The exceptions are the following: Midnight- you will fly Learjet-1. Sinclair, Learjet-2. I will fly the 737BBJ. AlexII, you will co-pilot with Midnight. DOS- you will download FlightSim, learn it, and co-pilot with Sincliar. I will look at my choices of co-pilot, though I would prefer not to have one, I will need one. I'm sure that the other pilots would argue with me on that. Here is the folowing information on the equipment to be used: 737BBJ: http://www.turbosquid.com/FullPreview/Index.cfm/ID/172789 Learjet 60: http://www.pbase.com/marchael/image/42996460 http://www.thejetcard.co.uk/www/midsizejet.php MiniRadios: https://www.wildday.co.uk/ProductDetails.aspx?productID=5082 Wireless Internet Paw-Device: http://www.pencomputersolutions.com/palmwireless.htm Fernando: Any Questions? Good. Now go home, and tell your families you love them. -------------------------------------------------- Arik & DOS - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Fernando: We will get there in 3 planes; 2 Jearjets 60's and 1 737BBJ. The Learjets will be backups to the 737BBJ, and only be used as a means of a quick escape. All 3 will will bring in supplies and assorted equipment needed for the mission. We will have lodging in 4 different hotels, have a mini communications systems, paw-sized internet access. Everyone will have a specific task in the mission. I dont care how it is done, as long as it is done without colaterial damage. Mission parameters will be assigned to all of us when we get there. The exceptions are the following: Midnight- you will fly Learjet-1. Sinclair, Learjet-2. I will fly the 737BBJ. AlexII, you will co-pilot with Midnight. DOS- you will download FlightSim, learn it, and co-pilot with Sincliar. I will look at my choices of co-pilot, though I would prefer not to have one, I will need one. I'm sure that the other pilots would argue with me on that. Here is the folowing information on the equipment to be used: 737BBJ: http://www.turbosquid.com/FullPreview/I ... /ID/172789 Learjet 60: http://www.pbase.com/marchael/image/42996460 http://www.thejetcard.co.uk/www/midsizejet.php MiniRadios: https://www.wildday.co.uk/ProductDetail ... uctID=5082 Wireless Internet Paw-Device: http://www.pencomputersolutions.com/palmwireless.htm - - - - - I will practice the simulation. The only other difference is I won't be needing a Palm Pilot. I will, however, be needing the two-way radio. DOS -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II: For the weapons CIA allready have a contact in the US Embesey in Iatly once we get there he will have the Weapons Ready for us Stunners They will be in the Embesey Ready so We will meet him he is not on the Radar of Italy he can Etrcipt to make sure he won't get caught and he also have a code name Sam Speed that his code name he is a Male Rat with Sunglasess and Blue shirt, Pants also Black Shoes he work for the US Emebsey as a worker so we will meet with him -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - OOC: DOS: I am aware that we are covert. I'm also aware that a battleship is anything but covert. That's why the ship is so far away. Since I am not actively participating in the the mission, she is simply there for a NATO exercise, but can be diverted if necessary. After Bink is retrieved, she will monitor the progress of the planes as they leave the country. (Where from Italy will they go? Germany? Spain? Africa? Can a 737 even make it over the Atlantic Ocean?)) As a precaution, Texas also has plenty search and rescue gear aboard and a team of search and rescue experts. (just a thought, in case a missile from our enemy finds one of the planes on the way out.) (Further OOC: Would the Seawolf class attack submarine (http://OOC: DOS: I am aware that we are covert. I'm also aware that a battleship is anything but covert. That's why the ship is so far away. Since I am not actively participating in the the mission, she is simply there for a NATO exercise, but can be diverted if necessary. After Bink is retrieved, she will monitor the progress of the planes as they leave the country. (Where from Italy will they go? Germany? Spain? Africa? Can a 737 even make it over the Atlantic Ocean?)) As a precaution, Texas also has plenty search and rescue gear aboard and a team of search and rescue experts. (just a thought, in case a missile from our enemy finds one of the planes on the way out.) (Further OOC: Would the Seawolf class attack submarine USS Jimmy Carter be of any use? Of the three Seawolf class ships built, she was specially adapted for covert ops, with the addition of a 100-foot long Multiple Mission Platform (MMP) that has accommodations for ROVs and Navy SEALS. It's just a thought.)) USS Jimmy Carter be of any use? Of the three Seawolf class ships built, she was specially adapted for covert ops, with the addition of a 100-foot long Multiple Mission Platform (MMP) that has accommodations for ROVs and Navy SEALS. It's just a thought.) -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - A little stylish on the planes, eh? any old freight plane would have suited me. I do want a few of my own weapons, but I shipped them ahead via museum labeled freight. I will pick them up once we get there, but only if I need them. A missionary friend works part time @ the museum. Oh and I'll only need my saddle bags, if it's alright. I'll have no weapons on me @ departure time. One question though. aren't 3 planes coming from the U.S. like this stir up suspicion, or do you have a cover story for us to use? also, I do pilot. Just in case you need a spare. With that said, I'll see y'all at the air port. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - US Travel Restrictions Guidelines: * Travelers may now carry through security chellpoints travel-size toiletries (3 ounces or less) that fit comfortably in ONE, QUART-SIZE, clear plastic, zip-top bag. * After clearing security, travelers can now bring beverages and other items purchased in the secure boarding area on-board aircraft. At the chellpoint travelers will be asked to remove the zip-top bag of liquids and place it in a bin or on the conveyor belt. X-raying separately will allow TSA security officers to more easily examine the declared items. In addition, larger amounts of prescription liquid medications, baby formula and diabetic glucose treatments must be declared at the chellpoint for additional screening. The following guidance is provided to ensure the health and welfare of certain air travelers the following items are permitted. * Baby formula and breast milk if a baby or small child is traveling; * All prescription and over-the-counter medications (liquids, gels, and aerosols) including KY jelly, eye drops, and saline solution for medical purposes; * Liquids including water, juice, or liquid nutrition or gels for passengers with a disability or medical condition; * Life-support and life-sustaining liquids such as bone marrow, blood products, and transplant organs; * Items used to augment the body for medical or cosmetic reasons such as mastectomy products, prosthetic breasts, bras or shells containing gels, saline solution, or other liquids; and, * Gels or frozen liquids needed to cool disability or medically related items used by persons with disabilities or medical conditions. ( http://www.tsa.gov/press/happenings/9-25_updated_passenger_guidance.shtm ) Also; using USAir policies as a travelling standard, this is what you are limited to (read website): http://www.usairways.com/awa/content/traveltools/baggage/baggagepolicies.aspx -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - The only thing I'll be takin' on the plane is a little water and a map of the area to study. May I suggest that's about all anyone should bring besides a book, but seein' as we are going to be busy, sleep will probably be the best thing so that we're fresh for the fight. by the by, what town will most of the action be taking place, so's that I can get a detailed map of the area? -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] by the by, what town will most of the action be taking place, so's that I can get a detailed map of the area? - - - - - Good question. It's in Northern Italy around Lombardy, Veneto, and Piemonte. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] by the by, what town will most of the action be taking place, so's that I can get a detailed map of the area? - - - - - Good question. It's in Northern Italy around Lombardy, Veneto, and Piemonte. - - - - - Is there any way that you could be a bit more specific? Those three provinces or regions pretty much stretch all the way across northern Italy. Could you specify a city at all, or are all of the activities going to be spread out over this area? (BTW, one of the larger cities in this region is Milan.) -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II: I see well I be taking my PSP too for boardume on the Plane -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - Alex II: I see well I be taking my PSP too for boardume on the Plane -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - is it the Milan Malpensa International Airport that we will be using? most international flights to that region land there. also here is a interactive road map site http://www.discoveritalia.com/mappe/mappeRaster.asp?lingua=en -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 10

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:26pm Midnight Man - - - - - Where will we pilots take over the aircraft? Will we get them on a commercial airport or somewhere else? For somewhere else might allow us for certain preparations, preparations such as hiding items in the planes which might come in handy. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] by the by, what town will most of the action be taking place, so's that I can get a detailed map of the area? - - - - - Good question. It's in Northern Italy around Lombardy, Veneto, and Piemonte. - - - - - Milan (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milan), located in Lombardy Italy. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] is it the Milan Malpensa International Airport that we will be using? most international flights to that region land there. also here is a interactive road map site http://www.discoveritalia.com/mappe/mappeRaster.asp?lingua=en - - - - - I thought so as it was the most logical choice for that area because of the airports, Restaurants, tourist attractions, etc. it seems to be northern Italy's major hub. in case no one saw it I reposted the map site. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] I thought so as it was the most logical choice for that area because of the airports, Restaurants, tourist attractions, etc. it seems to be northern Italy's major hub. in case no one saw it I reposted the map site. - - - - - Until tonight I have not given much thought to the exact location of the main action of the story. After some research, Milan seems to be the ideal city. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - maybe I need to foil line my Stetson? :? -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] maybe I need to foil line my Stetson? :? - - - - - It's not that. You asked a legitimate question for which I did not have the answer for at the time. I did some research and chose Milan. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - that's not what I meant. I did some research on Italy before I asked and i researched the Milan area mostly. Then when you gave a region, I studied Milan area heavier. Then you said Milan. So I said,"dang, someone else can read my mind or I'm reading their's". as my brother and I, though I put no stake in it, read minds a lot. I can't control it, but I do it often. I call it "The gift" like the Sackett's had. Do something once, it's called an accident, twice it's called an coincidence, but do it three or more times and you have proven a natural law. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] that's not what I meant. I did some research on Italy before I asked and i researched the Milan area mostly. Then when you gave a region, I studied Milan area heavier. Then you said Milan. So I said,"dang, someone else can read my mind or I'm reading their's". as my brother and I, though I put no stake in it, read minds a lot. I can't control it, but I do it often. I call it "The gift" like the Sackett's had. Do something once, it's called an accident, twice it's called an coincidence, but do it three or more times and you have proven a natural law. - - - - - If I flip a perfectly fair coin three times, I have a one in eight chance of getting three heads. That does not in any way prove that I will always get heads. (With a perfectly fair dice, I have a one in 216 chance of getting three ones. This is less likely, but not impossible by any means.) -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] by the by, what town will most of the action be taking place, so's that I can get a detailed map of the area? - - - - - Good question. It's in Northern Italy around Lombardy, Veneto, and Piemonte. - - - - - Milan, located in Lombardy Italy. - - - - - We can contact the old Picolo Company... ;) Uhm guys... how many of you actually speak Italian? -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - I can read most of it, but speak? nope. @CCC: the saying came from the book unwritten laws, and was made popular by Grace Murry Hopper(it's called Hopper's law) a mathematician with a PH.D. from Yale and was one of the first computer programmers. She also joined the navy and did the primary work on Mark 1 an electromechanical ancestor of the moder computer, and retired a rear admiral in '66. She was also the person responsible for coining the term 'bug' as referring to a computer programming problem. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] Uhm guys... how many of you actually speak Italian? - - - - - I know what "Finochio" means. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] Uhm guys... how many of you actually speak Italian? - - - - - Con o senza la traduzione? DOS -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] US Travel Restrictions Guidelines: * Travelers may now carry through security chellpoints travel-size toiletries (3 ounces or less) that fit comfortably in ONE, QUART-SIZE, clear plastic, zip-top bag. * After clearing security, travelers can now bring beverages and other items purchased in the secure boarding area on-board aircraft. At the chellpoint travelers will be asked to remove the zip-top bag of liquids and place it in a bin or on the conveyor belt. X-raying separately will allow TSA security officers to more easily examine the declared items. In addition, larger amounts of prescription liquid medications, baby formula and diabetic glucose treatments must be declared at the chellpoint for additional screening. The following guidance is provided to ensure the health and welfare of certain air travelers the following items are permitted. * Baby formula and breast milk if a baby or small child is traveling; * All prescription and over-the-counter medications (liquids, gels, and aerosols) including KY jelly, eye drops, and saline solution for medical purposes; * Liquids including water, juice, or liquid nutrition or gels for passengers with a disability or medical condition; * Life-support and life-sustaining liquids such as bone marrow, blood products, and transplant organs; * Items used to augment the body for medical or cosmetic reasons such as mastectomy products, prosthetic breasts, bras or shells containing gels, saline solution, or other liquids; and, * Gels or frozen liquids needed to cool disability or medically related items used by persons with disabilities or medical conditions. ( http://www.tsa.gov/press/happenings/9-25_updated_passenger_guidance.shtm ) - - - - - The questions I have asked have not been answered. I will assume medical gear will already be provided so I won't bring my kits. The question, as to what we can and cannot bring on a plane, is not at issue. Jeanette can bring her Mag-Lite, EMT shears, pocket first aid kit, pocket wilderness survival kit and a Victorinox Classic Swiss Army knife in her chelled in luggage and it won't even raise a single flag. The question is, which of these items, if any, would look suspicious on our mission? Some of these items, such as the EMT shears, pocket first aid kit and a Victorinox Classic, I also have. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - I have one question: once the mission is over (assuming success) what route will the aircraft take back to the United States and the Cafe (New York, assuming that location.) A 737 probably wouldn't be my first choice for a transatlantic flight. One possible route might be Milan-Reykjavik-New York. Any others, Fernando? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - puˆ¾ parlare e leggere dentro 35 lingue, 30 ˆ® linguaggi di programmazione... non chiede! -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 11

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:30pm Fernando - - - - - [quote="Severe Weather Eddie"] I have one question: once the mission is over (assuming success) what route will the aircraft take back to the United States and the Cafe (New York, assuming that location.) A 737 probably wouldn't be my first choice for a transatlantic flight. One possible route might be Milan-Reykjavik-New York. Any others, Fernando? - - - - - A 737BBJ has larger fuel tanks, better fuel savings engines, and carries lighter loads (max 100 passengers, all in first class, and minimal cargo), and is trans-Pacific approved. hell, damn plane has beds in it! Real Beds, not Fold Back Seats! Its like the Buick 225 engine- old design, still being used today with modern tech! -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] The questions I have asked have not been answered. I will assume medical gear will already be provided so I won't bring my kits. The question, as to what we can and cannot bring on a plane, is not at issue. Jeanette can bring her Mag-Lite, EMT shears, pocket first aid kit, pocket wilderness survival kit and a Victorinox Classic Swiss Army knife in her chelled in luggage and it won't even raise a single flag. The question is, which of these items, if any, would look suspicious on our mission? Some of these items, such as the EMT shears, pocket first aid kit and a Victorinox Classic, I also have. - - - - - The USAir list should be clear. Anything NOT on the list should not be brought with you. You should only bring yourself, clothes and anything else to look like a dumb tourist, because that is what your act will be. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - almost easier to buy new once there. even so, that other stuff should be no problem in cargo bay. I recently flew to Maine and I have 10 knifes, veryin' from 6 to 18 inches in my suitcase. I never leave home without them. We don't need med kit in plane, at least until we have to flee the country, with wounded, or be imprisoned for life. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Right so I'll have to leave this... [puts the Rheinmetall M1 railgun aside] ;) Now I'm ready. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - *After spending a couple of days preparing the plane with various ground crew members before going back to the Cafe. Another meeting is called...* Fernando: We leave tomorrow at 7am. You need to be at the PamAm Terminal at JFK Airport at least 1 hour before to go through airport security. Then you will be directed to the gate where the plane is kept, you will board it, sit comfortably, and give the lovely stewardeses what you would like for breakfast. You will have a choice of eggs, waffles, pancakes or cerial; with meat: bacon, saugage, canandian sauage, fish or crab cakes, or steak; and/or fruit; milk, juice, tea or coffee. Its an 8 hour flight, so be prepared for a long flight. We will all eat before take off, so that the pilots can eat too. Any questions? Voice in group: Who's your co-pilot? Fernando: Co-pilot? Oh, that little issue. OK, I choose JeanetteIsabelle as my co-pilot. Before I forget, the two learjets will go head of us and land at Milan internatianal ahead of the main group in the 737BBJ. We will gather at a hanger within the airport, there we will recieve additional instructions before we begin. *Fernando then starts to walk away.* Voice in group: Wait a minute! Fernando: You have your orders. The clock is running. Do not disturb me, I need my sleep. Voice in crowd: BUT! *Fernando walks out of the cafe and goes home* -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - let him go. that's all I need to know. I'm a leavin' now and will sleep in my Bronco in the parkin' lot. Ifin y'all need me that is were I'll be. I think I'll have the Bacon for breakfast and tea without sugar. I hope they have Darjeelin'. and waffles w/Cherries. Everyone needs to get to sleep. Y'all need it. Don't worry none either. I only worry when others are gettin' shot at. if it's me and I at lease have a knife, then I'll get concerned only if i haven't had breakfast first. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair went to his room in the Cafe to chell, rechell and then chell again, that he had everything he'll need and won't run into problems with airport security. Satisfied, he dropped on the bed and was fast asleep. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Voice in group: Who's your co-pilot? Fernando: Co-pilot? Oh, that little issue. OK, I choose JeanetteIsabelle as my co-pilot. - - - - - Time out! Jeanette is your co-pilot? Jeanette hasn't even sat in a co-pilot's seat since she was six and you want her to be your co-pilot? I can understand DOS, she's a computer. She can take off, fly and land for the first time with no trouble at all. Jeanette knows the lingo and maybe even remember how a cockpit is laid out but that's it. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] Voice in group: Who's your co-pilot? Fernando: Co-pilot? Oh, that little issue. OK, I choose JeanetteIsabelle as my co-pilot. - - - - - Time out! Jeanette is your co-pilot? Jeanette hasn't even sat in a co-pilot's seat since she was six and you want her to be your co-pilot? I can understand DOS, she's a computer. She can take off, fly and land for the first time with no trouble at all. Jeanette knows the lingo and maybe even remember how a cockpit is laid out but that's it. - - - - - I know. I know... The expression on Jeanette's face was worth watching. She has 8 hours to read 'Stick and Rudder: The Art of Flying (http://www.amazon.com/Stick-Rudder-Explanation-Art-Flying/dp/0070362408)', or at least put the book under the pillow and sleep with it and allow the knowledge held within to seep through the book and into her sleeping brain. It is a good read! :mrgreen: Lets put it this way- its not whether she can fly or not, but its a test on trust, which everyone will undergo in this mission at one time or another. One that I know she will pass blindfolded. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - taking off is easy, and landing is easy. staying in one piece when landing, well, if every one lives, that is a luxury. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - Somewhere, out upon the boundless Atlantic... *A persistent, annoying beeping pervades the cabin, nudging abrasively at the determined sleeper's consciousness. However, a signal from the bridge is not something that the slumbering captain's brain will ignore ere long, out of habit. Aboard the carrier USS Enterprise, he has become acutely attuned to the operations of his ship. Stifling a disappointed groan, he shakes himself awake, pushing the vestiges of sleep away. RangerReady pushes away from his bunk, keying his cabin's radio on as he stands.* "Go ahead, Bridge." "Yes sir...you asked for hourly reports on the situation from the Cafe." *His posture straightens slightly, and his gaze becomes keen, and interested.* "Indeed I did. Any news on a rescue attempt?" "Not as such, Captain. We've had word that there's going to be a mission...but Fernando's being very closed-mouthed about it." "Hmph. That's like him. Any word from Captain Dixon on the Texas?" "Not a peep, sir...apparently the Starfox knows about as much as we do." *RR has to stifle a chuckle. His friend's battle prowess, both with paintball and fireworks, has become legendary, earning him the moniker 'Starfox' among the Enterprise crew. Leaning one elbow against the wall, he keys the transmit button again.* "Keep us on standby alert, Lieutenant. Whatever's being planned, I want to be ready to steam out and mount a rescue to their rescue, if need be." "Affirmative. Shall we continue monitoring the Cafe channels, as per previous orders?" "Round the clock. Wake me up the minute you hear anything." "Aye-aye, Captain." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - 4am, JFK Airport: A lone squirrel walks about the tarmac inspecting 3 aircraft. He's wearing dark glasses, a Hugo Boss suit with a silk shirt and shoes that costs more that what it takes a feed a village of poor children in Nicaragaua in a year. After a while, several suited individuals approach him. One starts to talk to himwhile others have weapons drawn and the last frisks him. A small American Arms .38 auto was found. Suit: Not the .45 today? Lone Squirrel: Dont need the .45. Suit: Hmmm... Maybe we should bring you out of retirement. Lone Squirrel: Why dont you, maybe I'll get more respect from this monkey outfit. Suit: You know there are no monkeys in the organization. Lone Squirrel: I swear- your guys make Furs-In-Black look like a boy scout troop. Just cut it out with the seriousiness. Suit: If we were like them, we'd be in the tabliods too, a laughing stock to the government. Lone Squirrel: Look. Just alert the military as to whats going on, so if we need help, it will be there. I dont want to be in the New Millenium's version of the Bay of Pigs. Suit: Bay of Pigs will be the least of your worries. Lone Squirrel: I want a clean operation. I dont know why you guys dragged me out of a quiet life, but since I'm now involved, its going to be a clean operation. No bodies. No property damages. Suit: This, from the agent who created a scene at Macy's on his first mission? You know how long it too to keep that from hitting the newspapers? Lone Squirrel: that was over 30 years ago. Suit: Yes, and we wont let you forget about it, either. Lone Squirrel: Oh... just give me the access codes to activate the flight computers and I'll be on my way. Suit hands over a booklet of the plane's flight program. Lone Squirrel: What? No floppy disks or IBMPunch cards? I have to input all this data myself? Suit: Isn't this why you have Jeanette as your co-pilot? Lone Squirrel: Leave her out of this. Suit: You would have been better off bringing that fairy with you too. Lone Squirrel: Leave her out of it too. Suit: Hmmm, glad to see some things never change. Lone Squirrel: They have, You just never noticed them. Suit: We'll see about that. By the way-screw this mission up, well have your daughter. Lone Squirrel: Things were OK until you just said that. Now I'm going to make sure that we come back mission complete, so I can kick your ass personally. Suit: With all the armed guards around me? You'll be killed before you get 2 feet in front of me. Lone Squirrel: They can kill me, but I'll will kill you as they kill me. No one threatens my daughter- Not you, not god. And now that you have, you are going to pay for that stupid comment. Suit: And for yours, you just made this mission a one way trip, at least for you. Lone Squirrel: We'll see about that. The others start to walk away, as if on cue, when the one doing all the talking lights up a cigarette. After a few puffs, he taps the cigarette, dumping the ashes on the Lone Squirrel's shoes. Then he turns around and walks away. Lone Squirrel (to himself): Remember, I'm bringing home a trained child assassin, who you want for yourselves. You just might get your wish, but not as you planned. Lone Squirrel walks from under the plane's undercarriage and up a flight of stairs to enter the larger of the 3 planes. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II was looking at that Squrrial as he was geting into his Selth Plane "Who is that Squrrial? *Then he enter into the plane while his best Polit began to following the jet that Nando and company are on* Alex II: Is everything ready Polit 1: yea Selt Device is ready and Radair Jammer is ready too Alex II: Ok once there Plane take off Follow it so we can help them Polit 2: Right -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo chuckled to himself as he watched the guys in the suits leave Fernando. He had been there since 11:00 the night before and had staked out the area. he watched when those black suit folk arrived and was suspicious of them. He saw all of them leave their vehicle and stakeout the area themselves. Hondo had a rifle ready and could take them out before they had time to blink if necessary. when Fernando arrived they were quick to approach him. "This is as good of time as any." they had a gasoline powered vehicle and Hondo had a plan to make them worry. He hot wired their fuel gauge to read full and drained most of their fuel into a storm drain. Hondo then slipped around them and hid again until they had gone from sight. *I'll go let Fernando know I'm here and see if he needs a hand.* Hondo thought as he slipped back to his Bronco to lock his rifle inside. He then proceeded to sneak back around the airport guards, who he has been fooling all night, and made his way to the plane. He hoped in the open luggage hatch and found the trap door that leads into the main cabin. He sees Fernando in the cockpit, but instead of approaching him, and possible scaring him, which even though he was fast, Hondo wondered if he was that fast. Not to temp fate, Hondo sat down on one of the seats and waited for Fernando to notice him, which he knew if he did not know he was there already he at leased sensed it. Hondo -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Over the 737BBJ's loud speaker: You know, Hondo, when you loose 1 of your senses, the others augement themselves to make up for the loss. Not only did I hear you, I can also smell you. Now ask the nice lady thats approaching from behind for a menu and get something into your belly. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 12

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:32pm Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] You should only bring yourself, clothes and anything else to look like a dumb tourist, because that is what your act will be. - - - - - This dumb tourist carries a modified Johnson & Johnson FIRST AID TO GO!¬Æ Mini First Aid Kit, Pocket Medic, CPR Medic, EMT shears and a 2-D Mag-lite in her purse. The Victorinox Classic is optional. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] I know. I know... The expression on Jeanette's face was worth watching. She has 8 hours to read 'Stick and Rudder: The Art of Flying (http://www.amazon.com/Stick-Rudder-Explanation-Art-Flying/dp/0070362408)', or at least put the book under the pillow and sleep with it and allow the knowledge held within to seep through the book and into her sleeping brain. It is a good read! :mrgreen: Lets put it this way- its not whether she can fly or not, but its a test on trust, which everyone will undergo in this mission at one time or another. One that I know she will pass blindfolded. - - - - - You die on me in mid air, the Atlantic will be your cemetery plot. Good. I'm glad we have that clear. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II: Ok Radio Nando Jet Polit one: Right *Began to radio as Alex II put the headphones* "Nando Nando this is Striker in Jet 3 over do you coppy Everything is ready to go and our bags on our Plane so we be following you invisibal so Over Alex II Wating for Nando to answer -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] Hondo chuckled to himself as he watched the guys in the suits leave Fernando. He had been there since 11:00 the night before and had staked out the area. he watched when those black suit folk arrived and was suspicious of them. He saw all of them leave their vehicle and stakeout the area themselves. Hondo had a rifle ready and could take them out before they had time to blink if necessary. when Fernando arrived they were quick to approach him. "This is as good of time as any." they had a gasoline powered vehicle and Hondo had a plan to make them worry. He hot wired their fuel gauge to read full and drained most of their fuel into a storm drain. Hondo then slipped around them and hid again until they had gone from sight. *I'll go let Fernando know I'm here and see if he needs a hand.* Hondo thought as he slipped back to his Bronco to lock his rifle inside. He then proceeded to sneak back around the airport guards, who he has been fooling all night, and made his way to the plane. He hoped in the open luggage hatch and found the trap door that leads into the main cabin. He sees Fernando in the cockpit, but instead of approaching him, and possible scaring him, which even though he was fast, Hondo wondered if he was that fast. Not to temp fate, Hondo sat down on one of the seats and waited for Fernando to notice him, which he knew if he did not know he was there already he at leased sensed it. - - - - - Hondo. Have you not been listening to a single word Fernando has said on loose cannons? Arik, who is responsible for this round robin, put Fernando in charge of this mission. Are we clear on this? Good. Get it together and take your seat. This is your copilot speaking. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - now, now, J.I., we haven't left yet. I was just havin' some fun. Get bored easily, ya know. I wouldn't have done anythin' harsh without Fernando's blessin'. I'm here now and waitin' for breakfast. Anyway he knows about me, and I told him I'ld try to swing with him. Just don't get het up. If I endanger anyone it is only myself, I am careful 'bout that. :wink: -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - An unusually well-rested as well as unusually clothed (pilot uniform which is not black) took his place in the pilot's seat of one of the Learjets. He had spent the night in the aircraft to save the time necessary for going to the airport. "Connections are the most valuable thing one can have," he commented to himself. "Fortunately, I knew where 'Nando wanted to get the Learjets from. And I know someone at that airfield. Maynard, I owe you one." Shortly after the mission briefing, Midnight had found out where one of the two Learjets was to come from. It had been parked at an airfield somewhere in the Midwest, an airfield where Midnight knew someone quite well from his contacts throughout the aviation scene, and so he had offered to transfer it to NYC. As the airfield was not a commercial airport and hence the security measures weren't as severe, he had managed to get some "additional equipment" into the aircraft, just in case it would be needed on any of the missions, before he flew it to where it was now. Apart from the "additional equipment", he had brought a suitcase with mostly clothes. Among these clothes was a number of different Italian uniforms including airport security. He could easily get the more dangerous parts of the "additional equipment" out of the airport in an airport security uniform and stating it had been confiscated. Midnight watched as Fernando entered the 737 and sat down in the cockpit. The noises from the opposite side told him the other Learjet was starting up its engines. So he started up the ones on his plane, wondering where his co-pilot was. He decided he would fly the Learjet across the Atlantic all alone and remain within the schedule, no matter what had happened to his co-pilot, but he still wondered. The only other thing that bugged him was that he only had a licence for single-engine propeller planes such as his Mustang, and definitely none for a Learjet. But he had enough ideas of how to deal with this problem, too. Besides, a Learjet wasn't as humongous as an An-124 or an A380 whose ˆºber-high-tech cockpit with sidesticks turned him off the best it could. He was glad that Fernando hadn't ordered him to pilot the 737. Waiting for his turn to roll and take off as the first of the three flights, Midnight chelled the maps he had brought. Malpensa. Chell. Limate. Chell. Bergamo Orio al Serio. It was a bit remote, it was frequently used by ridiculously cheap airlines, so a luxurious Learjet might be unusual, but he wanted to be prepared. Chell. Genoa Cristoforo Colombo. Chell. Torino Caselle. Chell. Four options in the region beside Malpensa. And these were only the commercial airports. He loved how Malpensa was built into a forest. "You never know when this might come in handy." He grew more and more comfortable with his role in the mission. "I'm a sort of hired escape driver. It's more fun in a sports car than in a luxurious stretch limousine, but I'd always prefer a stretch limo to a double-deck tourist bus when it comes to driving." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] [quote="Fernando"] I know. I know... The expression on Jeanette's face was worth watching. She has 8 hours to read 'Stick and Rudder: The Art of Flying (http://www.amazon.com/Stick-Rudder-Explanation-Art-Flying/dp/0070362408)', or at least put the book under the pillow and sleep with it and allow the knowledge held within to seep through the book and into her sleeping brain. It is a good read! :mrgreen: Lets put it this way- its not whether she can fly or not, but its a test on trust, which everyone will undergo in this mission at one time or another. One that I know she will pass blindfolded. - - - - - You die on me in mid air, the Atlantic will be your cemetery plot. Good. I'm glad we have that clear. - - - - - My, my... My intentions of dying enroute, enmission, or enreturning are not as great as my intentions for revenge. Besides, the big guy above has other plans for this misbegotten fallen arch-angel... Hmmm... When is that 2 mile wide asteroid supposed to hit us, 2025 or 2032? Anyways... -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - 5:30AM, JFK Airport. The Pilots and Co-Pilots arrive, and were told to sit in the737BBJ as breakfast is served to them. They have their discussion as they eat. Midnight: Fernando, we have a problem. LearJets 60s are not Trans-Atalntic capable. Fernando: I know. Your flight plan will divert you to Iceland, then London for refueling stops and then to Milan. On the way back, it will be from Milan to Rabat in Morocco, then Bermuda to refuel and then back to New York. If along the way, there is any trouble over seas, the USS Enterprise and the USS Texas will be there to assist. Sinclair: Why the choices of these planes? Fernando: The LearJets are there for a quick get away if needed. You will be by the planes at all times. They being private planes, do not need a proper flight plan, not until you reach US territories. So if we get out of Italy, we can go anyplace, but on the final leg of the journey, the USA must be aware that we are coming in or they will not allow us into their airspace. All agree as they eat. Fernando (as he hands them their flight instruction manuals): Enjoy your meals, the both of you fly as soon as you're done. Your Flight ID codes are in the manuals, but I already know them as LJ-Alpha and LJ-Bravo. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo peeked out of the baggage hold from the trap door on the floor, which nearly made some of them drop their food."Let me know when y'are ready to take off. I'm going to catch a nap down here. And don't send the copilot to wake me! We're not gettin' along, so far." he shuts the trap and finds a place to lie down until needed. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando thinks: ...o0O( I hope Hondo knows that the cargo bay is not pressurized.) -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] Hondo peeked out of the baggage hold from the trap door on the floor, which nearly made some of them drop their food."Let me know when y'are ready to take off. I'm going to catch a nap down here. And don't send the copilot to wake me! We're not gettin' along, so far." he shuts the trap and finds a place to lie down until needed. - - - - - Thats why I have her and she has me as a partner in EMT/Rescue. She is the only one I can trust with the most dangerous of jobs, and putting me where I belong when I need it. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair goes to the cockpit of his scheduled plane and runs through the preflight chelllist. Then he flips through the manual he's been given. After making sure everything is as it should be, he chells if all his passengers are aboard and signals to prepare for takeoff. "Flight 386 to tower. Requesting permission for takeoff." "Roger Flight 386. You have clearance for runway five. Two minute takeoff window. Wind 021, 3m/s." "Roger tower." The plane taxies to the runway. Sinclair chells the readouts again and then opens throttle to full. "Tower this is Flight 386 taking off." "Roger Flight 386. We have you on radar." As the plane attains cruising altitude Charles turns onto course. "LJ-Bravo calling LJ-Alpha. We're away. I repeat: We're away." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] You die on me in mid air, the Atlantic will be your cemetery plot. - - - - - That would be perfect! My Ex-From-hell (Aiesha's Mom) always said that when I die, she would dance on my grave! Please make sure its by the USS Scorpion :mrgreen: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Scorpion_(SSN-589) -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] Hondo peeked out of the baggage hold from the trap door on the floor, which nearly made some of them drop their food."Let me know when y'are ready to take off. I'm going to catch a nap down here. And don't send the copilot to wake me! We're not gettin' along, so far." he shuts the trap and finds a place to lie down until needed. - - - - - Thats why I have her and she has me as a partner in EMT/Rescue. She is the only one I can trust with the most dangerous of jobs, and putting me where I belong when I need it. - - - - - maybe that's part of my problem. Females have tried to put me in place for years, with their witherin' glares and sharp tongues, but I always let them know that it don't work on me. maybe someday I'll find a gal that does, but by the time she figures out that she can, I'll be long gone. You could ask my sister, who constantly thinks she is my boss,even though she is 5 years my younger. I tend to make her angry, because her place puttin' rolls off me like water off a ducks back. Anyway, nap done and I am back in the cabin. Forgot exra chewin' gum though. Anyone have an extra piece? -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - Though it was 5:30 AM in New York, it was late morning in the Mediterranean as Captain Dixon walked into the wheelhouse of the battleship USS Texas. He strode out onto the starboard wing of the bridge, and watched the rest of the battleship battle group that Texas was the center of. Three Arleigh Burke guided missile destroyers, the USS Mahan (DDG-72), USS Winston Churchill (DDG-81) and the USS Roosevelt (DDG-80) and a Ticonderoga-class guided missile cruiser, the USS San Jacinto (CG-56) provided protection for the massive battleship. Additionally, cruising unseen beneath the waves was the Los Angeles-class attack submarine USS Cheyenne (SSN-773.) Eddie chuckled, surveying Battleship Battle Group 2TX38. Subtle and stealthy it was not. No wonder the BBBG was supposed to stay far away from Italy. Still, Eddie was content to sit this one out. While she would not use them in anger, Texas would get to use her big guns during the NATO exercise that she would take part in. Eddie had been given the option of direct participation in the upcoming rescue. But given his misadventures as a spy last November, he declined. Cloak and dagger wasn't his cup of tea (hence the battleship) and he'd probably end up screwing up the mission. A crewmember came up behind Dixon, interrupting his thoughts. "Captain, a message came in for you." He handed a piece of paper to the captain. The message simply read "It has begun." "Thank you, sailor," Eddie said. He crumpled the message up and threw it overboard. Now, it was just a waiting game...and if all went well, Texas and her escorts would do absolutely nothing. Eddie uttered a silent prayer for those on the mission, and then turned and walked back into Texas's bridge. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 13

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:34pm Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo took out his pocket watch and chelled the time. The watch read 6:30. *well, were is the rest of the folk?* he thought. *I know Fernando said 7:00, but you'ld think that more would have gotten here early. I hate sittin' around. Read my map 30 times. maybe I can think of further ways to aggravate the copilot? naw, better not, at least until mission complete.* "bossy females, mumble, grumble." he said to himself quietly. *well, I'll behave myself, for now. I know Fernando does not need the extra stress, and I should try to get along with all the team, maybe i should try and call a truce? Well, I'll think on it.* -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] maybe I can think of further ways to aggravate the copilot? naw, better not, at least until mission complete.* "bossy females, mumble, grumble." he said to himself quietly. *well, I'll behave myself, for now. I know Fernando does not need the extra stress, and I should try to get along with all the team, maybe i should try and call a truce? Well, I'll think on it.* - - - - - If you are unable to get along with your team mates then why are you even on this mission? I don't know about Fernando but I certainly don't need the extra stress of wondering what you are doing or about to do. We are about to rescue a trained assassin who thinks we are the enemy from a government agency who has us outgunned. To do this we will need to work in unison. Shelf your ego or stay behind. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Everyone started to arrive at the airplane at 6:30am, long after the 2 Learjets left. Soon as they got in, they sat down to a 3 course breakfast, as Jeanette and Fernando locked themselves inside the cockpit. Fernando points to co-pilots chair and tell Jeanette to sit there. He takes the Captain's seat, and dumps the manuals on Jeanette's lap. Fernando: Familarize yourself with them, as fast as you can, especially the clipboard first. JeanetteIsabelle does not like the bossy tone Fernando has taken.Then again, who would? Though takeoff was slated for 7:00, but there is some slop for ground traffic. Fernando decides to radio the tower for a delay. Fernando: BBJ-Heavy to JFKTower. JFKTower: BBJ-Heavy, Go. Fernando: JFKTower, delay our approach to Runway 13R. JFKTower: Whats the nature of the delay? Fernando: Nature of delay is an intermittent electrical connection. JFKTower: What is the nature of this intermittent electrical problem? Fernando: Its a blown light bulb in one of the gauges. JFKTower: Its daylight, you should be able to see the gauge. Fernando: JUST GIVE ME 20 MINUTES TO CHANGE THE FREAKING LIGHT BULB! JFKTOWER: OK, OK... We'll give 20 minutes! Fernando: Thank you. Fernando turns the radio off. Jeanette: I dont see any gauges- everything is on these 4 computer screens. Fernando (as he turns to JeanetteIsabelle): Lets go over that clip board, so before we start rolling down the runway, everything is set in place. Jeanette: OK. First on the list, Seatbelts. Fernando: Lets skip the personal items. Jeanette (as she then scrolls down the list): OK then... hmmm... OK. flight computers programmed with flight parameters? Fernando: That's your job. Jeanette: My job? Fernando: Look, its not that hard. It is a stupid computer. Lets see... Jeanette: Dont tell me you know know how to do this? Fernando: Its not that I dont know how, its that I cant see the damn screens, let alone anything else... Jeanette: then take off the darkglasses then. Fernando: Then I wont be able to see at all later on! Jeanette: OK OK... what do I do first? Fernando: Set the GPS to Milan International. Jeanette: OK... (as she touches the screen and inputs the coordinates). Milan international... GPS set in...- chell. Fernando: OK. Now, Set the INS to Longitudigal heading, first some math... New York is at 40 latitude, Milan is slightly north at 45 latitude, with about 4015 miles between them... hmm... Jeanette: What are you talking about? Fernando: Set heading onthe INS to 87.5 degrees East. Jeanette: You sure about that? Fernando: You want to spend the time on the computer and have it come with an answer. Jeanette: I already have. Fernando: And, what is its answer? Jeanette: Its, err... 87.5 degrees. Fernando: Told you. Now input that into the INS. Jeanette: Its already input to the INS. Fernando: Ok then. Now the ANS. Jeanette: Thats already set too. Fernando: Then lets double chell it. Jeanette: It seems ok. Fernando: Dont trust the machine. Now how many way points to go through? Jeanette: 147... waypoints... Fernando: A radio beacon set for each one? Jeanette: It looks like it. Fernando: No- chell them. Jeanette: *SIGH* OK, They are all set to two radio beacons. Fernando: any options to add radio beacons? Jeanette: None that I can see. Fernando: OK, thats fine then. Now to the mechanics of this mad puppy. fuel guages? Jeanette: Fuel guages say that wing and center tanks are full. Fernando: Good. Now, these are the throttle. We take off with them at full. These are the flaps. They also must be set at full and close them when we hit 1000 ft. Jeanette: And thats the yoke and and those are the rudder pedals, thats the alitimeter and thats the artifical horizon, and that is our g-meter and... Fernando: care to fly this thing? Jeanette: No. Thats your job. Fernando: You sure? Jeanette: Yes I'm sure. Fernando: Last chance... Jeanette: I DONT WANT TO FLY THIS THING! Fernando: Its OK. We are going to fly this thing. Jeanette: What do you mean 'we'? Fernando: I'll be at the controls, you go through the chelllist and ckeck everything off. While I have to step out and deal with personal stuff, you are going to fly it. Its not that hard, just sit there and dont move anything! Jeanette: What do you mean- personal things? Fernando: Food, bathroom, you know- nature's calls. Jeanette: Oh, I see. Fernando: You ready? Jeanette: No. Fernando: Ok Then. Fernando take his radio head set and put it on. Fernando: BBJ-Heavy to JFKTower. JKFTower: Go Ahead BBJ-Heavy. Fernando: We are now ready. JFKTower: We're not, at least for you. Fernando: JFKTower, I got just one word for you guys... JFkTower: Ooo...and what world would that be? Fernando: Tenerife Silence on the radio for the moment. Fernando: JFKTower, do you get my point? Is Runway 13R clear? JFKTower (in a nervous voice): there are 2 in front of you, so once they are cleared, you can go. Fernando: Let me know when to go. JFKTower: Allow the Towtruck to put you into traffic, and once its clear we'll let you know. Fernando: Fine by me... -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] "LJ-Bravo calling LJ-Alpha. We're away. I repeat: We're away." "LJ-Alpha calling LJ-Bravo," came in from the small dark shape against the red morning glow over the Atlantic, "welcome on our little journey. Lean back and enjoy the flight." - - - - - 'A good thing we're stopping in Iceland,' Midnight thought. 'Fernando will fly straight to Italy as far as I've heard, right against the rising sun. I wonder if his dark glasses will be of any help.' He didn't mind the solitude of being the only sentient being on board of his plane. Actually, he was used to spending hours and even days all alone. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - now you hold your horses!! I told Fernando I'ld consult with him before doing anythin'. I just don't think I needed the scoldin' from the copilot. If you want me gone, I'll go. No questions asked, but I want Fernando to tell me so. other wise keep your shirt on! I already said I would endanger no one but myself if endangering' was necessary. So let me know before this plane takes off, because I hate jumpin'!!! -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - 7:43AM, tow vehicle placed the 737BBJ in line with the other planes on Runway 13R. Fernando: Jeanette, items chelllist- flaps? Jeanette: Flaps on full. Fernando: throttle? Jeanette: Throttle at 5%, we cant take it to 100% until it is clear. Fernando: I know that. Just making sure that you know. Jeanette: Anything else? Fernando: Yeah- put on the [SEAT BELT] sign. Jeanette: OK. Fernando: Your seatbelt on? Jeanette: Yes, yours? Fernando: It is. Wish it wasn't though. Jeanette: Why not? Aren't you the safety nut when it comes to things like this? Fernando: Sometimes I need to see the limits of my luck. JFKTower: BBJ-Heavy, you're clear to go. Fernando: Thank you JFKTower. JFKTower: You're not off the ground yet. Fernando: Dont worry about that... Fernando then reached in between his seat and the console, inserting a mini-cd disc into a slot. Faintly within the cockpit, music begins to play: Eddie VanHalen Guitar solo for Top Gun. As the Music starts to play, Fernando puts his hands on the throttle, pushing them up at 50%. The plane lurches forward and then starts to roll. As if starts to roll down the asphalt, Fernando pushes the throttle to full. The roar of the jets can barely be heard in the background. The plane picks up speed, and needs to be at 120 MPH by the time it reaches 1/2 down the runway or abort the take off. Jeanette: What is that? Fernando: What is what? Jeanette: The music... (The music fades and another selection is played, VanHalen: Dreams). Fernando: Oh, thats Eddie VanHalen doing Top Gun. Jeanette: I see.... you always do that? Fernando: Traditions are started somewhere, girl. Now Hold On! Fernando pulls back on the yoke slightly, and the plane takes on lift, though wheels are still on the ground, the wings have taken much of the weight off them. The plane accellerates faster, and Fernando pulls on the yoke a bit more. the nose of the 737BBJ lifts up, increasing its attitude. Fernando holds it for just a few seconds, as the altimeter starts to rotate slowly. Then he yanks it hard towards him. From just a few degrees, to near vertical, the plane shoots up 100ft per second skyward. Fernando reaches over and pulls the landing gear lever. In the headphones, the screams of panic of JFKTower can be heard as Fernando make with an unlimited takeoff. Within several seconds, they were passing 1000ft, leveling off. After a few minutes, they were just over the Atlantic, 9000ft and climbing... -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - now your stuck with me! -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Sorry for the double post, but i need to appologize to y'all. I was wrong for snappin'. I don't believe I deserved bein' snapped at by J.I., but I shouldn't have made an arse of myself either. I know, Arik, you are workin' hard on a coherent story line, but I thought this was for fun as well. I know not goofy fun. if you want me to leave this alone let me know. I can't promise i'll change. Let me know one way or'nother. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - 8:45am, 1 hour into the flight, 4 and 1/2 more hours to destination. Most TransAtlantic crashes happen within their first hour of flight. Altitude: 42,500ft Airspeed: 530mph Outside Temperature: -57F degrees. Nothing but ocean underneath. Makes you kind of glad that you're on the inside... Fernando: I'll be right back. Jeanette: Where are you going? Fernando (goes into a closet behind seats, and start pulling on something, and finally pulls it out): I'll be back. OK? Jeanette: What if something happens? Fernando: I trust you enough to figure it out. Fernando then reached into the closet again and puts on a parachute pack that he pulls out. Jeanette: Now Wait A minute! Fernando: Think, Jeanette. I'm a flying squirrel. When do I need a parachute? Fernando left the cock pit and went to the pasenger area. Seeing Hondo within the first couple of rows, Fernando walks right upto him. Fernando: Care to fly this thing? Hondo: Eh, what? Fernando: I said, would you want to fly this thing? Hondo (as he put his arms on the armrest to get up: SURE! Fernando: Here are the controls... Fernando drops a complete yoke column onto Hondo's lap. Then he starts to walk to the rear of the aircraft. Hondo: What is this?!! Hondo Turns around and sees Fernando wearing a parachute. Hondo: Who's Flying This Plane?!! Fernando (without turning around): You Are! Hondo: Wait A minute! Fernando: Sit down at your seat and fly this thing, will ya?!! Hondo just stares back. Then he gets up and starts walk to the cockpit area. To do so, he has to pass the Stewardesses area, where the finely trained ladies were resting at. Head Stewardes gets up to great Hondo. Head Stewardess: How can I help you? Hondo: I was told to fly this thing. Head Stewardess: I was not told of any changes... Hondo: Go Ask Fernando-*urk*! Hondo passes out on the floor as the stewardess behind him blows at her stungun, as if she was blowing the smoke away from its electrodes. Head Stewardess: Good Work Cindy. Cindy: Thank You, Lacey. This means I'll get a raise? Lacey: We'll see. The other stewardesses gathered up Hondo's body and place him back to his seat. Fernando returns to the cockpit area and gathers up the dismanled yoke off the ground. Fernando: Thank you ladies. Lacey: Anytime. Fernando walks back into the cockpit, putting the parachute and yoke back into the closet. Jeanette: What was that about? Fernando: Oh... nothing. Jeanette: Fernando... Fernando: Ooo... whats that flashing light? Jeanette: Where? Fernando gets back into his seat, and at the controls once again. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] Sorry for the double post, but i need to appologize to y'all. I was wrong for snappin'. I don't believe I deserved bein' snapped at by J.I., but I shouldn't have made an arse of myself either. I know, Arik, you are workin' hard on a coherent story line, but I thought this was for fun as well. I know not goofy fun. if you want me to leave this alone let me know. I can't promise i'll change. Let me know one way or'nother. - - - - - If you are being a threat to this mission then I believe Jeanette made the right call. Nevertheless I see you are trying to get along with your team mates. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Fernando pulls back on the yoke slightly, and the plane takes on lift, though wheels are still on the ground, the wings have taken much of the weight off them. The plane accellerates faster, and Fernando pulls on the yoke a bit more. the nose of the 737BBJ lifts up, increasing its attitude. Fernando holds it for just a few seconds, as the altimeter starts to rotate slowly. Then he yanks it hard towards him. From just a few degrees, to near vertical, the plane shoots up 100ft per second skyward. Fernando reaches over and pulls the landing gear lever. In the headphones, the screams of panic of JFKTower can be heard as Fernando make with an unlimited takeoff. Within several seconds, they were passing 1000ft, leveling off. After a few minutes, they were just over the Atlantic, 9000ft and climbing... - - - - - I am almost afraid to ask. What was our pitch during this transaction? -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - Jeanette calls for a stewardess. "Yes?" The stewardess asked. "I will have a hot cup of decaffeinated coffee with cream." "Miss Isabelle, are you sure you are able to have caffeine in your condition? Even decaffeinated coffee has some caffeine." "A hot beverage will calm me down." "May I then recommend a cup of hot caffeine-free tea?" "Somehow coffee is more soothing. If that does not work, I'll have an Ativan. . . . Cancel that order. I will have the hot tea." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] [quote="Fernando"] Fernando pulls back on the yoke slightly, and the plane takes on lift, though wheels are still on the ground, the wings have taken much of the weight off them. The plane accellerates faster, and Fernando pulls on the yoke a bit more. the nose of the 737BBJ lifts up, increasing its attitude. Fernando holds it for just a few seconds, as the altimeter starts to rotate slowly. Then he yanks it hard towards him. From just a few degrees, to near vertical, the plane shoots up 100ft per second skyward. Fernando reaches over and pulls the landing gear lever. In the headphones, the screams of panic of JFKTower can be heard as Fernando make with an unlimited takeoff. Within several seconds, they were passing 1000ft, leveling off. After a few minutes, they were just over the Atlantic, 9000ft and climbing... - - - - - I am almost afraid to ask. What was our pitch during this transaction? - - - - - In an unlimited take off, as soon as the plane reaches between 50 and 100ft, it goes from about 15 or 25 degrees to inbetween 85 to 90 degrees.usually with afterburners kicked in. TheJFKTower complaints is that all air traffic around the city spiral up/down to and from the airports in an enclosing spiral to/from altitude. In doing an unlimited take-off, I circumvented all flight restrictions, crossed across flight circles, and threw regulations to the wind. At least, it shaved an hour off the trip and that much fuel -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [OOC] We should not gather too much attention. [/OOC] [ETA Iceland 2 minutes. Switching to channel 119.7] "This is flight 386 New York-Milan calling Reykjavik ACC, over." For a moment there was static. "Flight 386 this is Reykjavik ACC. You are being tracked." Requesting permission to land for refueling." "Roger Flight 386. You may land at EGILSSTADIR 119.4" "Roger wilco. Flight 386 out." [Setting INS nav for 335] [Switching to channel 119.4] "This is flight 386 New York-Milan calling EGILSSTADIR Flight Control. Requesting permission to land." "Flight 386 this is EGILSSTADIR. Delay approach; twenty minutes." "Roger Wilco." [Setting nav point 65.283333, -14.401389] [Adjusting altimeter +76ft] [Adjusting for magnetic variation] "Flight 386 this is EGILSSTADIR. You are clear for approach. Land on runway 04." "Roger EGILSSTADIR. Beginning approach." Sinclair reduces altitude in a downward spiral and begins his approach 1500m from the airstrip. Altitude 750ft. Course 025.0 Distance 1000m. Throttle at 60%. Adjusting for wind. Altitude 450ft Course 025.0 Distance 540m Throttle at 50%. Flaps extended. Altitude 150ft Course 025.0 Distance 100m Throttle at 40%. Altitude 70ft Course 025.0 Distance -20m Throttle at 35%. Altitude 10ft Course 025.0 Distance -723m Throttle at 20%. Touchdown. Altitude 0ft Course 025.0 Distance -1300m Throttle idle. Brakes on. "EGILSSTADIR Flight Control. This is Flight 386 requesting refueling truck." [OOC] I was unable to find the most crucial data on the LearJet 60, such as fuel required, stall speed, takeoff and landing run lengths, so the figures are not accurate in the least. [/OOC] -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] I am almost afraid to ask. What was our pitch during this transaction? - - - - - - Image - Thats about right... -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 14

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:36pm Fernando - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] [OOC] I was unable to find the most crucial data on the LearJet 60, such as fuel required, stall speed, takeoff and landing run lengths, so the figures are not accurate in the least. [/OOC] - - - - - [OCC] LJs and comparable aircraft take off and land on NYC Metro area smaller airports. One of them is Teterboro Airport in Nu Joisey... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:00890AD.gif LJ's as far as memory serves me, only requires 5000ft of runway for take off, and land in less. It was to be meant to be flown in private and small airports in par with their prop driven cousins. Maybe this can help: General characteristics * Crew: 2 * Capacity: 8 to 10 passengers * Length: 58 ft 7 in (17.88 m) * Wingspan: 43 ft 9 in (13.34 m) * Height: 14 ft 6 in (4.44 m) * Wing area: 264.8 ft¬¾ (24.6 m¬¾) * Empty weight: 14,640 lb (6,641 kg) * Max takeoff weight: 23,500 lb (10,660 kg) * Powerplant: 2ˆó Pratt & Whitney 305A , 4,600 lbf (20.46 kN) each Performance * Maximum speed: 534 mph (464 knots, 859 km/h) * Cruise speed: 486 mph (447 knots, 782 km/h) * Range: 2,876 mi (2,499 nm, 4,628 km) * Service ceiling: 51,000 ft (15,545 m) * Rate of climb: 2,158 ft/min (11.0 m/s) * Wing loading: 88.7 lb/ft¬¾ (433 kg/m¬¾) * Thrust/weight: 0.39 I will ask my friend if I see him soon. He's a flight instructor/lawyer who owns an LJ 100, and has flown the LJ 40-60 series. He loves them. [/OCC] -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - I take that as an "your out a here." I should have known better. He knows I'm only a crop dustin', barn stormin' bush pilot. just dump my body in the ocean while I'm out a it. at least that is what, i assumed, the parachute is for. no hurry in lettin' me know. I'm goin' to bed soon as I have sled cert. test tomorrow morning early. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - Hondo, I wouldn't take off just yet! If you wanna use the parachute, be my guest...you'll be more than welcome aboard Enterprise. We can use another good tactician. Just don't...jump into anything, so quick. *Reads back* Eeeessh...bad pun. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Sinclair"] [OOC] I was unable to find the most crucial data on the LearJet 60, such as fuel required, stall speed, takeoff and landing run lengths, so the figures are not accurate in the least. [/OOC] - - - - - [OCC] LJs and comparable aircraft take off and land on NYC Metro area smaller airports. One of them is Teterboro Airport in Nu Joisey... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:00890AD.gif LJ's as far as memory serves me, only requires 5000ft of runway for take off, and land in less. It was to be meant to be flown in private and small airports in par with their prop driven cousins. (...) I will ask my friend if I see him soon. He's a flight instructor/lawyer who owns an LJ 100, and has flown the LJ 40-60 series. He loves them. [/OCC] - - - - - [OOC] Thanks. The biggest problem when choosing where to land was if they have appropriate fuel. As A1 seems to be the most popular, I finally assumed those 305As also work on it... There was one airfield marked as mostly abandoned that I strongly considered using, but then I'd need that fuel and the flight should be official not to attract attention... yet. ;) Next stop Heathrow, London. [/OOC] -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady 23 - - - - - *The sky overhead blazes a brilliant, sapphire blue, as the USS Enterprise steams through the Strait of Gibraltar, making good time, and so far, having an easy run. Easy runs, however, almost never stay so.* *In his cabin, RangerReady lifts his nose out of a Sherlock Holmes novel, as his cabin's comm unit chirps loudly, announcing a call from the bridge. With an annoyed sigh, he casts the book aside, crossing the room to his desk.* "Go ahead, bridge. I'm here. You're a little early for your hourly report, though." "'Fraid that's not it this time, Captain. You've got a priority satellite communication coming in from Admiral Donnelly. This is straight from HQ." "Wonderful...just when you least expect them, hear come da brass." "You noticed that too, sir?" "I always notice that." *Turning to the desktop, he clears away several stacks of papers, and keys on the computer screen.* "Pipe it down here, Lieutenant." "Aye-aye, sir." *The screen flickers for several seconds, as the ship's satellite linkup verifies the proper access, and requests information from the mainframe belowdecks. A moment later, the aged, heavily bearded face of Admiral Nelson Donnelly fizzles into life on the flatscreen, scowling moreso than usual. RR retrieves his cup of coffee, deliberately pasting on a cheerful smile.* "Morning, Nels! How's the new stars feeling?" *Fingering the collar of his gold-braid encrusted uniform unconsciously, the older mouse rumbles slightly.* "About as heavy as lead bars in a cotton-candy machine, Charlie. Have a seat. I've got some questions for you...then some orders." "I pretty much figured the latter...so go on with the former." "Always astute. You know, it should be you up here, instead of me." "No thank you! I'll glue myself to my bridge chair and let them pry me out, if they try it." *Donnelly chuckles growlingly.* "Sounds like you. Are you aware of a certain...mission, taking place from out of the ranks of your little rescue organization?" *Sitting his cup down on the desk, RR's expression becomes slightly guarded, his eyes taking on a hooded appearance in the low light of the cabin's aft section.* "I've...heard rumors. Nothing substantial. The old reprobate who organized it was being secretive, to put it mildly." "So I've been told. You realize what a danger to the peace this mission presents, don't you?" "I have some idea, sir." "Good. Have you any idea just who the personnel were that accompanied the team leader?" "Once again, Admiral, just rumors. I haven't been into port at the Cafe in several weeks. Maneuvers, you know." "Quite so...quite so. At any rate, certain information has become available to this office...which I'll be transmitting to your communications officer at the end of this conversation. In it, you'll find a list of those who accompanied the organizers of this escapade. You'll also receive a report stating what we believe is their intended target, and projected route of arrival." *RangerReady's tone is now suspicious, an edge creeping into the normally cheery baritone.* "Very good, sir...and just what am I supposed to do with this information?" "Stand by, for the moment, Captain. But if these people screw up...your orders are to extract them, with all due and undue haste. Upon extraction, you will deposit the team leaders into the Enterprise brig, for the duration of your voyage to a debriefing, at a location which will remain undisclosed at this time. In short, Captain..." *The admiral reaches toward the cutoff switch for his monitor, and frowns.* "If things go ill...yank them out, and clap them in irons. Understood?" "Clearly, sir." *As the image fades, RR drains his cup, and opens his cabin door, going off in search of a refill. His scathing reply escapes the ears of his superior, but can be heard by every other crewmouse on the deck.* "I hate admirals!" -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - Down below, not far from the Cafe, a little scene is playing out that is not intended to surprise any watchers; specifically, Arik, Fernando, Chip, Gadget, Dale, Hondo, Jeanette, Sinclair, Midnight, and DOS are seen going to watch a film at a nearby movie house. Technically, they're Protocol 7 clones, generated for the express purpose of creating a believable alibi and diverting suspicion... but that's not exactly easy to tell. Oh, there are little hints; the way no more than one of them ever seems to speak at any given time, the way none of them order any food or drink or visit the toilets at any point, and the way that when any one is doing anything particularly complex, such as trying to find ten unoccupied seats near each other, the others all seem rather oblivious to their surroundings; but these are hints that are generally only seen if one is looking for them. To the casual observer, it simply looks like a group of rodents and the occasional small human going to the cinema; and that is exactly how it is intended to look. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="RangerReady23"] Hondo, I wouldn't take off just yet! If you wanna use the parachute, be my guest...you'll be more than welcome aboard Enterprise. We can use another good tactician. Just don't...jump into anything, so quick. *Reads back* Eeeessh...bad pun. - - - - - I'ld rather not, but I have made several folk angry with me. it is not a point of me jumpin', it is more of one of being thrown out of the plane with or without a parachute. you noticed instead of talkin' to me, they just up and tranqued me! not happy I am, but I would have just col cocked the individual. It is up to committee now i believe. -------------------------------------------------- WildIrishRose - - - - - (Now that things are really starting to get interesting, aboard the USS Enterpirse) Captain? WHAT?? *RR is still in a foul mood, though some extra coffee should help* There's uhm, something on the horison. I think it's a ship. *RangerReady follows the lieutanant to the deck. It is a ship. A 90 foot, three masted caravel, circa 1500. She's a mere flyspeck next to the carrier. Every sail is straining on the wind.* Shall we fire on her, sir? *The Lieutenant asks* No....wait. Let her pull alongside. *The carrier slows as the small ship crawls alongside. A boat is lowered and two crew members row a familiar figure closer.* Hey Charlie! Got a rope to lower for me? Never mind I have one. Tie it to something will ya, Lieutanant? *A rope appears over the side.* Do what she says, Lieutenant. *The golden haired figure climbs up the rope and tosses it back down to the waiting boat* Thanks guys, I'll call you if I need you. *RangerReady just stares at her for a minuite. Then glances at the retreating ship* What that? I told you I was technologically backward. You have to admit she's beautiful. She's called the FS Rana What are you doing here? Ooohh you know me. I can never resist an adventure. And I was not about to let you go and have fun without me. Don't worry I'll stay out of the way. *Rose goes off to find a quiet corner to curl up in until needed. The captain shakes his head in disbelief, but his mood isn't quite as foul as it was before* -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II Radioing Nando "HAY Nando ARE YOU READY My Men Are Ready in there jet So YOU Ready -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] [OOC] Thanks. The biggest problem when choosing where to land was if they have appropriate fuel. As A1 seems to be the most popular, I finally assumed those 305As also work on it... There was one airfield marked as mostly abandoned that I strongly considered using, but then I'd need that fuel and the flight should be official not to attract attention... yet. ;) Next stop Heathrow, London. [/OOC] - - - - - [OOC] Jet Fuel is not a problem; USA Built jets are made to burn anything (so are a lot of other manufactured jets around the world). The prefered fuel to use is Kerosine, then other fuels mixed with Kerosine. http://www.chevron.com/products/prodserv/fuels/bulletin/aviationfuel/4_at_fuel_comp.shtm Just dont go out in an emergency and start pumping in and burning up the reserves in the plane's bar. The would be a damed waste of good liquor! [/OCC] -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - 11am: Southern Coast of Portigual and Spain can be seen in the Horizon, as the plane travelling just under 600MPH enters their radar and airspace. Fernando switches the dual radio recievers to 118.000MHz and 136.000MHz frequencies while scanning 240MHz area with his little portable. All seems quiet for the moment as they travel towards the European mainland. Then a voice crackles on both radios at the sametime: Voice on radios: 737-Heavy, this is Madrid ATC. Comfirm your Identity and route. Fernando picks up his headset to put it on to answer. Fernando: Madrid ATC, This is 737BBJ-Heavy. Nosotros vian a Milano Internaccion, de JFK-Nueva York. Madird ATC: Ah. Hablamos Espaˆ±ol? Fernando: La lengua de mis parde es Puertoriqueˆ±o, pˆ©rro Espaˆ±a es del todo Hispanos legan. Madrid ATC: Quˆ© Bueˆ±o que tˆ† llegas por aquˆ‚. Otra vez, Usted va a Milano? Fernando: Sˆ‚. Madrid ATC: Esta Buˆ©n entonce. Tu tienes passio a cruzar la tierra de Portugua y despues Espaˆ±a en 10 minutos, cojendo medo hora para cruzar. Despues tˆ† var entral de Mar de Mediterranian antense de ver Italia. Madrid ATC: Via Con Dios, 737BBJ-Heavy. Fernando: A tˆ‚s tambiˆ©n. Fernando takes off his headset and puts it down, making a slight course correction to his flight plan. Jeanette: What was that all about? Fernando: Though English is the international language of all Air Control Towers around the world, I perfer to speak in their native tongues, it makes it easy for them to think, gives them less pressure and stress to deal with and gives me more respect of the airways. Jeanette: I see. Who was that, anyways. Fernando: That was Madrid Air Tower Control. Jeanette: Madrid? Aren't they 1/2way into the country? Fernando: They might be, but they control the airspace. Look, we'll be going through the southern tip of Portugal and Spain, at least we have clearence for that. Jeanette: I see. Fernando: I should hope so... spending 20 years on this planet is a long time to achieve nothing. No disrespect to you, you have done a lot with almost nothing, and done well with it. Jeanette: Hmph... Fernando: Seriously Jeanette- you should take every oppertunity you can to go beyond what you have and what you know and go beyond that. Jeanette: Its not easy. Fernando: Well, your sister is going to be an interior decorator, another Martha Steward... Well, where is she going to be when on her cooking show, she slips off with the knife and severs all the important arteries and viens in her wrist? I know this much, it will be you- if you're on the set that day- thats going to rush on stage and save her from bleeding to death on stage. Now who's life has just become more important and with purpose- yours or hers? Jeanette remains silent for a while. Fernando: Yours. Why? Because, it is not the money or the fame that makes a person in this world. Its what they do, and the content of their character. And you have something that many lack- Character. In the least, you're honest and truthful, though demanding at times, I must say. Jeaenette: And you're not? Fernando: I'll admit I am. Jeanette: You are to the point of arrogence. Fernando: I am, only when it comes to getting things done like saving lives and doing missions. Other than that- I just want what is owed to me. Jeanette: and what would that be? Fernando: You know what that is. Jeanette: Humor me and say it. Fernando: Ms Right #2 to start a family with and 'Until Death Do Us Apart.' Jeanette: Hmm... Things are not that easy. Fernando: I never said they were. But as for you, You have your own path to go by. Dont let comparisons of what others do deter you from doing what would make you happy. For they will not make you happy, since they are in it for themselves. Jeanette: Thats not a nice thing to say about others. Fernando: But its the truth. Look, you know where we are going? Jeanette: We're off to rescue Blink. Fernando: You know why we are recueing her? Jeanette: Because she's caught up in the Italian Children's Social Services and Tammy wants her home. Fernando: There is more to it than that. Jeanette: About the rumours that they turned her into a child-assassin of sorts? I dont believe that one. Fernando: Believe it. You know enough about my history to know better. Jeanette: That makes no sense... Fernando: When has any government made sense in doing anything? Jeanette reamins silent in thought. Fernando: 'THEY' think that this rag-tag group of idiots can not do a simple rescue. But this is far from a simple rescue, and people may die becuase of it. Jeanette: OK, I get your point. I'll stay with the aircraft. Fernando: You dont get my point. When I heard of this rescue mission, I say- its better to kill Blink off, since its very hard to brain wash a person who is already brain washed into being a killing machine. Now we are going to get her and bring her back to the cafe? Jeeze... it there ever was a mission to failure, this one is it. Jeanette: You expect that we wont suceed? Fernando: We? Not a snowball's chance in hell. I, with a little help from my friends, yes. Jeanette: What makes you so certain that you can pull it off? Fernando: Arrogence. Jeanette: Figures. Fernando: You dont understand. In order not to fail, one must have a mindset, an almost blind mindset to absolute success in order not to fail. Its a little demanding on the psychie, but it works. Jeanette: So, I'll stay with the plane, while you go play super secret secret squirrel with the boys. Fernando: You're coming with me, and though I may have it in most regaurds, I must demand total trust and though you may not like it- obedience. Jeanette: And if I refuse? Fernando: Lets say that the Italians do not like having American spies pouching in where they do not belong. Jeanette: I hope I dont have to do anything out of the ordinary, at least with you. Fernando: Of course not, Mrs Gutierrez. Jeanette turns slowly, almost evil like to Fernando. Jeanette: Dont ever play like that. Fernando: I'm not playing. This is how it is set up, with room and board accomodations. Besides, we have 2 days to settle in before we start looking for Blink; you are going to need to learn a few things. Jeanette: Like what? Fernando: Ever fired a gun? Jeanette: Dont intend too. Fernando: Like it or not, you are going to learn and you are going to have to shoot somebody before we return home. Jeanette: And if I refuse? Fernando: You get to return home in a little pine box. Jeanette: Then, what choices do I have? Fernando: None. But I'll do what I can to make this the least painful for you. Like I said, I only trust you in this mission. Everyone else is a loose cannon. Jeanette: Least painful, as in how? Fernando: Just trust me. Jeanette: I've heard those words before. Fernando: And to think that you would have blindly went into this mission with Chip and Dale and the others, grab Blink and get shot by her, and or her companions... At least I offer a fighting chance in life and rescue, not some suicidal mission to nowhere. Jeanette: Ok, I'll trust you on one condiction, answer this question: How far is the CIA invovled in this? Fernando: Totally. Jeanette pauses for a moment, almost unsure as to what so say next, but tries her best. Jeanette: I see. Fernando (looking out the cockpit window): Hmm.... I see Spain is nice this time of year. Jeanette: I agree with you on that. Fernando: How about some lunch? Jeanette: Roast Beef? Fernando: Yeah... with Swiss and a touch of Horse raddish mustard... and a Pesi! Jeanette: I'll be back. Fernando: Oh, Jeanette Bring Hondo back here too. Make sure he has his lunch as well. Jeanette (unsure how to answer): uhm.... OK. I'll be back. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then over Spain the Jet Plane went Invisibal as One of the Polits in Contorl of the plane while Alex II Looking at the Map of Itlay and planing his move see how this go -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo is not sure he wants to come. Last time he obeyed a Fernando order he got a tranqu dart in the back. fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice. . . well I'll take the chance. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - OOC: I was going to write about another job for Bink but I ran out of time. "All right Bink. How have you been feeling lately?" Dr. Bianchi asked in an examination room. His back is to the window leading outside. "Any trouble sleeping? Or nausea, slight fevers or muscle aches?" "None of those, Dr. Bianchi." Bink answered. Her back is facing the door which leads to the hall. "You need to be honest, Bink." Ferro is behind Bink, next to the door. "It's for your own sake." "I'm telling the truth." Bink says to Bianchi. "I've been feeling fine lately." "So then, are you confident you can listen to your handler?" Dr. Bianchi asked. "And control your emotions?" "Yes, sir. I'll try my very best." In an adjoining observation room with a one way window between it and the examination room, Olga, an elderly female rabbit is planing cards with Amadeo and Giorgio. "Bink's as cute as ever. What a daring." Marco, a thirty-eight-year-old mouse wearing prescription sunglasses, and Jose are in the observation room as well. "You got that right." Amadeo replied. "Kinda makes me wish I had a daughter of my own." Olga lays down a card. "If I could have it my way, I would round up all the girls before you men get your hands on them and start the best ballet company that Europe has ever seen." She removes a card from the deck. "You sure they'd like that?" Amadeo asked. "Of course they would." Olga answered. Giorgio made a suggestion. "Hey, Amadeo, I think I have a better idea of what to do with these girls." "Oh yeah? What's that?" Amadeo asked. "We should put 'em on a soccer team." "That's perfect!" "You Italian men are all the same." Jose, who is paying more attention to Bink than the three who are playing cards, steps in. "Now, now. . . . You all know my Bink is not your plaything." "Easy there, tiger." Giorgio says to the mouse, "We're just joking around." "Yeah," Amadeo chipped in, "heavies like us don't know jack about taking care of a little girl, but that's obvious, huh?" In the examination room, Dr. Bianchi says to Ferro, "All right. . . . I'm done with Bink. . . . Could you bring in Angelica in about ten minutes?" "Yes, sir. Of course." Ferro opens the door, steps into the hall and closes the door behind her. "Bink. I'm going to ask you one more time since Ferro left the room. . . . Are you honestly feeling okay?" "Doctor. . . . Please don't keep me from working. It's all there is for me to do. I've only killed four this month. But the month before I killed at least ten. . . . That's probably more than Triela's got." "So you're lying? About not feeling all right?" "I'm fine! But if . . . if I don't say how many I killed, I'm afraid you'll think I'm not usable anymore. You always report to someone about that, right?" From the observation room Amadeo lays down a card. "Man, that girl is delicate." Bink continues, "So, please. . . ." "Listen, Bink." The doctor says, "Steady your emotions. Once you can do that, you won't need to worry any more." Bink turns to look in the direction of the one-way window. "All right." Olga looks at Bink through the one-way window and with a compassionate tone she says, "If I could only make that girl into a ballerina. . . ." Bink leaves the examination room and closes the door behind her. Olga lays down her cards. "I win." There is a knock on the door to the examination room. "Come on in." The doctor replies. A young mouse with long dark hair walks in the examination room. [quote="DOS & Arik"] Jose and Bink were walking between buildings using a covered walkway. As they did, they passed a young mouse with long dark hair in a wheel chair. The girl mouse looks straight ahead while Bink, after passing by her, slows down and looks back at the girl mouse in the wheel chair. "Well, good morning, Angelica. . . . Come in and sit down." Angelica sits on the stool in front of the doctor. "Do you remember me?" The doctor asked. Angelica reads the doctor's ID card. "You're Doctor . . . Bianchi." "That's my name, but it says that right here on my ID card. You look like you're doing pretty well lately." Angelica just smiles at the doctor. A lady squirrel runs into the observation room. "Oh, I finally made it!" She closes the door. "Aww. Don't tell me my sweet Bink is already done!" She embraces the elderly rabbit. "Don't even bother asking, Priscilla." Olga says to squirrel with a matter of fact tone. Priscilla turns to Jose. "Jose. You'll have to lend me Bink sometime. I found this great boutique that she would adore." "Angelica. . . ." The doctor continues in the examination room, he shows Angelica a photo album. "How many people do you recognize in these pictures?" "Number six and number nine. . . . Number thirteen . . . and number twenty. . . . Doctor. How many have I forgotten? Have I lost any . . . important people in my head?" "It's just a test." The doctor reassures the little mouse, "Nothing to worry about." The doctor pulls out a book from among some books on his desk. "Do you remember this story?" The doctor opens up the book and begins reading from the first page. "Once upon a time, there was a kingdom made of pasta. In this kingdom there lived a prince who loved pasta, and would eat it for every meal of every day." "That brings back memories." Priscilla says with her arms still around Olga. Marco gets up and approaches the one-way window. The doctor stops reading. "Well then. . . . That ring a bell?" Angelica nods her head no. "Doctor. Can I start working again soon?" Marco sits back down with his back facing the examination room. "I'm not the one who decides that, Angelica." The doctor answered. "You have to ask Marco." "Okay." Later, Jose and Marco are the only ones in the observation room. The examination room is empty. The doctor enters the observation room. "Jose, are you a little more satisfied now that you know what she's thinking? The only reason I allowed you to watch Bink's interview was because you requested it. . . . Don't waste your time looking for more knowledge. What you need is faith." The doctor turns to Marco but Marco does not look at the doctor. "And Marco. . . . The reason I force you to sit through this was to hopefully renew your interest in being Angelica's handler. What happened to your enthusiasm?" "Come on, Bianchi. . . ." Marco still did not look at the doctor but then turns to him. "You of all people should know how I ended up feeling this way. We went through it together!" Marco stood up. "I worked long and hard to teach her everything I could, but it was those damn cyborg engineers. The conditioning process wiped her mind! Everything I taught was useless! Look, maybe you can rationalize it in your head because you are a doctor, but can you honestly say you'd have no problems with this if you were a handler yourself?" "I understand how painful it is." Marco starts to leave the room as Bianchi is addressing him. "They're studying the effects of the implants as we speak. . . ." Marco opens the door but Bianchi continues. "Soon the side effects will be avoidable and possible even reversible. Perhaps Angelica could hold out until they're done. But abandoning all hope for her is wrong." Marco steps out and closes the door behind him. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Jeanette walks in with Hondo behind her. She hands over a plate and a can soda to Fernando before sitting down herself and goes to her meal. Fernando (pointing to a chair behind Jeanette's that faces a controller board of sorts): Have a seat Hondo. Hondo take the seat and sits in it, looking at the controller board momentarily before spinning the chair to face Fernando. Hondo: I dont appriecate... Fernando (interupting him, then goes Sargent on him): Thats all well and good. First off, learn to take a joke. Second, play by the rules. Loose canons or not, there are rules to abide by, at least for your own safety. (hands Hondo a small folder, which he opens and finds 3 IR sniper scope poloriod pics of him hiding, from 3 different directions) You're getting sloppy, Hondo. If a bunch of wanna-be boys with spy gear or one of the 'coffee, milk, or me' girls out there can get you so easily, how you are going to be in a forgien country with little girls trained to kill? You dont know who your target is, and having a gun at your side is not the be all answer that some may think. This takes disipline, deep thought, hard reasoning. Know when to run or walk away. Learn when to use deadly force, as a last resort. But most importantly, dont be so distracted. Loose cannons I'll work with, but understand that I will hold everyone responsible if this mission messes up! danger will be afoot, trained killers everywhere, we need to think like a game of chess- and out think those holding our captive. And I expect sucess. There is not money, fame or reward for this mission. Just a big thank you from a young adult/teen red head squirrel. Now, do I make myself clear? Hondo looks at Fernando like the piece of work that he truly is. Then he answers. Hondo: Yes sir! Fernando: Good. Now Solider, go back out there and get a big lunch. I hear they got lobsters and steak, just like for paratroopers before paratrooping day... Then rest up, we meet in 6 hours at the hotel. Hondo nods and then he gets up and leave. After a few seconds when the door closes; Jeanette: You actually think he's going to listen to all you said? Fernando: No, but at least, I have his respect, and he's slowly earning mine. Jeanette: I dont see it. Fernando: You dont need to, but I do. Jeanette: I see... Fernando: ...said the blind man to his deaf wife while kicking his dumb dog. Jeanette: You know, you're going to have to explain that one to me one day. Fernando: One day, but not today. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 15

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:36pm Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo went back to his seat and ordered his food. *I know he's right. I have been chasing punks, hoodlums, and bandits. i am great at hidin' and fightin' them, but most of them aren't worth a plug nickel anyway. i could maybe out do most of these city slicker top dog's if I was in the woods or in the mountains, as that is my territory. I am now playin' in theirs.* he ate his dinner without a word to anyone. just kept thinking. *He probably doesn't know my record. i haven't killed many. I only shoot to kill if it is to protect another's life. especially after I shot her. Oh, I haven't thought about her in a while.* if anyone could have seen Hondo's eyes, they might have seen a tear. He remembered the day no one would believe him that the president was going to be assassinated during a Midwestern tour in a small town. the Presidents guards kicked him out of town, as they believed he was only stirring up trouble. the Presidents 'highly trained guards' could miss nothing, so they thought. Hondo knew the plan from an informant of his. he took a Sharps Quiggly's special w/vernior sight and waited for the assassin. he stood in a church belfry 1/2 mile away. he saw the assassin and kill her. His best friends wife. His best friend found out and after chasing Hondo for 2 years it ended in a duel. Hondo let him shoot first and got wounded in the shoulder, but Hondo's bullet was straight through the heart. Hondo latter found out that his friends wife was hypnotized to carry out the deed. He blamed himself the more. Hondo always carried the feeling there was more he could have done. *I must try harder to protect these friends, let it not be said that I could have done more.* Hondo P.S. Thanks Fernando. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - A little before 12noon (on Fernando's Watch), the south western coast of Spain is coming up fast, with the Mediterranian looming over the horizon. Milan is another 2 hours plus away at 675MPH. As long as nothing happens along the flight path, there should be nothing to worry about. All around, the occassional other plane can be seen as small objects in the sky. As long as they remain small in the background, things should be ok. These are some of the most crowded skies in the world outside of the New York/Boston Air Traffic area, or the LA/SanFran area. Only problem is that these planes are flying by their own international rules of which countries they are flying to/from. Along with various air transports, an occasional military aircraft makes its way to the 737BBJ. They just buzz by after a close run by, probably to chell that its not a hijacked plane or a stolen registry. Since there are 5 known missing aircraft which is believed to be Al Quida owned, the skies over certain areas have been a bit paraniod as to who flies across them. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - ETA Milan 3h20' Despite heavy traffic, Heathrow middlelanding didn't pose any problems. ATC seemed to be expecting him. <> Code: This is Raptor-1 reporting in. Situation A-OK. ETA Milan 1h06' Sinclair already contacted the Italian ATC and was on his way to the last waypoint before landing. [language="Italian"] "Picolo company? Charles Sinclair speaking." "Marco! Good to hear from you! Is your grandma still around? That's great. Listen, do you still have that old red?" "Yep that one." "Thanks. Yeah that'd be great. See ya." "Aeroporti de Milano? Has Flight DL00084 already landed?" "Thank you." "Flight 386 New York Milan calling Milan ATC." "This is Milan. Go ahead Flight 386." "Requesting permission to land." "Negative Flight 386. The airfield is overrun with hares." <> "Roger Milan. My fuel will run out in two hours." "Roger that. We'll keep you informed of the situation." After about 90 minutes the radio answers again. "Flight 386 this is Milan. You are clear to land at MXP. Runway 02" "Roger Wilco." [language="English"] -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - It was late afternoon, around 18:00, on the USS Texas when radar on the destroyers in the battlegroup picked up the Boeing 737. Captain Dixon went down to the Combat Engagement Center on Texas and watched the plane track across the fleet's scopes. As it flew overhead, Eddie climbed back up to the bridge and watched for it. He spotted it briefly, and gave a short quick salute. After the plane, barely visible from the ocean's surface, had disappeared over the horizon, Eddie retired to his cabin. Soon the battlegroup would begin participation in the NATO excercise scheduled for the following day. (OOC: The timing might be a little off, but I'm leaving for work now and I wanted to get this in.) -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Alex II Chekcing his Radiar making sure no Hijackers try to attack nando Plane as he was looking too since there were insibal they were eating Lunch too* -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - All of the girls from the Social Welfare Agency are far from happy, but they're not necessarily unhappy, if they even know the difference. A few years ago there was an unfortunate little mouse named Angelina. Her own parents tried to kill her. Apparently right before her father's business went bankrupt, he took out a large insurance policy on Angelina and was looking to cash in. Around that same time, in an outdoor cafe, Marco was with a lady mouse with long dark hair and glasses. "So they dismissed you because your eyesight got worse? But I thought that was a workplace injury." The then younger Marco was not wearing prescription sunglasses but he did have a bandage over his left eye. "I don't care about the job, I'm just happy I can still see. Even if my eyesight is bad, I can still see your eyes. Oh, Patricia. . . . They're the most beautiful things I've ever seen." At the agency Marco is standing opposite of the chief. He no longer has a bandage over his left eye but instead he is wearing prescription sunglasses. "I must say," the chief began, "you have quite an impressive resume here, Marco. Consider yourself hired." "Thank you, sir. This is a great honor." "Oh, and by the way, do you like children?" The chief asked. "Uh, yeah. Children are wonderful." The chief and Marco are walking down a hall. "So, who is this new organization working under? The State Department?" "Dr. Bianchi highly recommended you, Marco. . . . Did he not tell you anything about this job?" "He just said I'd like the job and he couldn't talk about it." "Sound like you have a lot of trust in his judgment." The chief and Marco enter an observation room. The chief approached the window while Marco closed the door behind them. "Come over here." The chief says, "I'll explain your job to you." Marco approaches the window and sees a small, unconscious mouse hooked up to machines in the adjoining room. Later, in another room, the girl mouse is in a hospital bed but no longer connected to machines. Marco is sitting at the bedside of the sleeping mouse. Dr. Bianchi is in the room as well. The mouse starts to wake up. "Daddy. . . . Mommy. . . ." She opens her eyes and sees a man sitting at her bedside. "Why am I in this bed?" "You are in a hospital right now that's part of the Social Welfare Agency." "A hospital? That's strange. . . . I remember going on an errand . . . then this car came after me. . . . Next thing I knew I couldn't move." "The doctors used their magic to help you get better." "Where's my daddy?" "Your parents had to do something, so they'll be back later." Dr. Bianchi prepares an ejection. The girl mouse turns her head in direction of the sound the doctor was making. "Are you going to stick me with that?" "Why? You not like getting shots?" Bianchi asked. The mouse nods her head no. "Of course not." Marco answered. "No kid likes getting shots." Marco turns to the small patient. "How about if I tell you a story so you won't even know it's happening. . . . Now let's see what we've got. . . . Do you like pasta?" "I love it." "I'll tell you . . . about the Prince of Pasta. A long, long time ago, there was a great kingdom made of pasta. In this kingdom there lived a prince who loved pasta and he would eat it every single day. This was great for him, but there was a problem." Bianchi gave the patient the injection. "There was only one fork in the entire land, so the prince always had to eat his pasta all by himself. Well, even the most delicious pasta has no flavor when you're forced to eat it alone." "It still hurt anyway." "Yeah, I should have figured that." "Well, keep going. What happens with the pasta man?" "I'll wait to tell you more when it's time for your next shot." Marco gets up from his seat. "Now you behave yourself, okay?" The nearly dead Angelina was reborn as a cybernetic test subject. Marco decided to rename her Angelica. In Marco's eyes, her parents were the scum of the earth for what they did to her, but Marco felt they were right in calling her an angel. Back then, section 2 was in its infancy. They had under ten people on staff. They never got any real work, so they had plenty of spare time. In the practically empty dining hall, Bianchi and Marco are having lunch. "So how is she?" Bianchi asked. "Almost too good. Those implants are incredible." Marco answered. "Does she ever ask you any questions about her family?" "Yeah, sometimes. But whenever she brings it up I pull out the Pasta Prince story. Once she hears that, she forgets all about it. . . . It's kind of funny because I keep making up the story as I go along." "Oh, you mean you made up that story about the pasta guy? I just always assumed it was from one of Patricia's children's books. Have you told her about your new job yet?" "No. I'll get to it next week." In an open square, Patricia is with Marco. "Welfare?" Patricia asked. "I thought you were with the military police." "Well, remember that old friend of mine, Bianchi? He's the one who got me in." "So what is it exactly that you do for them?" "How should I put it? I kind of take care of children." "That's great news. We can see each other more often now. . . . It's the perfect job for you, Marco." Every time Marco saw Angelica, she would pester him about the rest of the story. Marco had completely run out of ideas, so he had some of his colleagues help him thicken up the plot. They really had nothing else to do at the time. Marco, Priscilla and Olga are in a library sitting around a table stacked with books. "All the fairy tales I have ever heard have had a princess at least." Priscilla, the lady squirrel suggested. "And maybe the princess could be kidnaped by a dragon." Olga chipped in. "A dragon, huh?" Marco ponders. "I don't know. . . . Seems kind of ordinary." "Well we're not professionals, you know," Priscilla continues, "and it's not like the story has to be complex." Amadeo and Giorgio are observing from a distance. "What are former military and intelligence agents doing yapping about this?" Giorgio asked. "Ah, who cares? Nothing better to do." Giorgio is getting itchy feet. "I wish they'd get that girl into combat shape so we can get back into the field. I'm sick of waiting around." Just as Giorgio was hoping, Angelica's implants were finished a short time later. By the time Prince Pasta had met Princess Pizza, Section 2 was finally strong enough to be used in antiterrorist operations. On a quiet evening Marco and Patricia were sitting on a couch. Patricia pulls out a notebook. "Why did you name the prince Pasta?" "Because only the prince of the pasta kingdom can eat pasta. . . . There's only one fork available in the whole kingdom so only one person can be named Pasta." Patricia is writing this stuff down in her notebook. "In all this time that you've been away at work, the last thing I expected you to be doing was writing a fairy tale for a little girl." "So, uh . . . what are you writing down?" Marco asked. "This sounds very interesting to me so I want to take notes. . . . Marco. . . . Can't you tell me where you work? I'd really like to know." "The Social Welfare Agency. . . . It's your typical government job." "Is that. . . . Is that so?" "Yep." Marco is giving Angelica instructions at the outdoor firing range. "Spread your feet apart about shoulder's width and be sure your arms are firmly locked in place. Don't touch the trigger until you're ready to shoot. Now, go ahead and take a shot. Don't let the sound or recoil startle you." Angelica fires a single shot and hits the paper target in the chest. Priscilla is wearing sunglasses while riding a bike and approaches Marco and Angelica. "Wow! That's an impressive first shot for a girl your age." Angelica lowers the gun and turns around. "Those cybernetic implants really are amazing." "Hey, Priscilla." Marco greets the squirrel. "Just riding around wasting time again? What's with the stealthy sunglasses?" "Hey give me some credit here." Priscilla lowers her sunglasses revealing a black eye. "I just finished hand-to-hand combat training." "You mean you train just like me, Priscilla?" Angelica asked. "Normally, I'm just a boring intelligence analyst, but I figure if I'm going to be with you guys, I should toughen myself up a little bit. Strength brings possibilities." "Possibilities?" Angelica asked. "That's right. . . . Possibilities that can be used for good or bad things. I wanted to help you just like the Pasta Prince saved Princess Pizza, but from the looks of it, you should be protecting me. So tell me, Angelica. . . . Did you find it scary shooting a gun for the very first time?" "No. It was something I had to do, so I really enjoyed it." Giorgio and Amadeo are in the hall arguing. Giorgio slugs Amadeo. "Man. . . . What the hell's your problem?" Amadeo asked. "We do nothing but babysit all day long and I'm sick and tired of it." "So? Take a look at your paychell. It's not a bad day's work." "You know, I get the feeling you're just here to hit on chicks, you marine trash!" "Tell me, Giorgio, are all ex-army as pinheaded as you? Do you really love killing that much?" "Shut up!" Giorgio pulls out a knife. "Looks like the little baby wants to pick a fight." "Come on!" Amedeo pulls out his knife. Angelica hears the commotion and takes a look to see what is going on. The small mouse rushes in and breaks up the fight by dislodging the knives from both of the full-grown men. In the process Angelica's left arm is accidentally cut by Giorgio's knife. Giorgio and Amedeo are standing in the office. "If I could have it my way I'd fire you both," Jean scolds them, "but the agency doesn't see it that way. I'll make you suffer instead. . . . I'm sending yo to army operations for the next three months. . . . If you both want to act like macho thugs you can do that there." "Yes, sir." Giorgio and Amedeo answer in unison. Angelica is standing in the hall by a door. Her left arm is bandaged up. "I guess I tested the possibilities that Priscilla was talking about. . . . Do you think I failed?" Marco is standing next to her. "Not at all. You did great, Angelica, and I am so proud of you." Ironically, this incident convinced the Agency to put the cybernetic implants into a real life test, and soon enough Section 2 was in action. It was after that test that they first started learning of some of the negative side effects to the cybernetic transformations. Angelica was looking at the flour garden. "They're so pretty." Marco was standing beside her. "Yeah." "Angelica." Angelica turns to see who called her. "Amadeo! Giorgio!" Amadeo was looking straight at Angelica and holding a bouquet of flowers while Giorgio was looking down at the ground as if he was in an awkward situation. "Hey, your finally back." Marco observed. Amedeo and Giorgio approach. "Those three months seemed like an eternity." Amedeo commented. "You guys brought it on your selves." Marco continued. "Yeah, we know." Amedeo hands Angelica the flowers. "Angelica. Here." Angelica receives the flowers not knowing what this was all about. Amedeo says to Giorgio, "Come on. . . . Apologize." "Yeah, thanks, I know. . . ." Giorgio turns to Angelica. "I'm really sorry about what happened." Angelica had a blank stare in her face. "And what happened? I must have missed it." In the open square, Bianchi is talking with Patricia. "I have to admit I'm shocked. I thought you two would be together forever." "Dr. Bianchi. . . . What is it that Marco really does for his job?" "I'm not at. . . ." "You're not at liberty to tell me? He said the same thing to me. . . . And the whole while I could still smell the gunpowder on him. I can't live my life with someone who may or may not come home alive. . . . All I want is a simple man with a normal job. Oh! Whatever happened to that story he made up? The one about the Pasta Prince." "Right. . . . He finished it and it turned out really well. . . . We actually all pitched it and helped him out." "You know, I never got the chance to hear the finished story. Would you mind telling it to me? If that's all right. . . . I'd really love to turn it into a book." Marco stopped telling Angelica the story a while back. Marco didn't want to think that everything he did for her back then was in vain. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Earlier this year. In a subway station an analog clock is ticking away. One wire is soldered to the hour hand, a second wire is soldered to a small plate at the 12:00 position and the minute hand is used to complete the circuit. An explosive device is attached to the home made detonation device. Bomb experts intervened before 12:00. The bomb did not go off. In an outdoor cafe, Jose is talking with Enzo, another mouse. Both Jose and Enzo are wearing sunglasses. "A toy?" Jose asked the other mouse. "Yeah. But can you really call it that when its sole purpose is to explode and kill people?" The mouse shows Jose a picture of the bomb that did not go off. "This one's a lot weaker. Not at all like the others. The timer, the connections, the explosive used. It's all way too amateur to be the same. I'd be surprised if the thing even detonated." "So what are you saying?" Jose asked. "That this was a diversion? That this wasn't the real objective? Okay, so what about the planned attack on the national Museum?" "We've come across bits and pieces of intelligence, but nothing solid. It's fleeting information like this that tickles the analysts' instincts, sometimes making their imaginations work harder than we like. . . . They think the militant factionists are chomping at the bit." "I see. . . ." Jose replied, "But your people don't believe that, do they?" "What's really starting to bug me is this amateur subway bomb and how it all fits in. It doesn't make much sense." "The factionists are incapable of making their own bomb." "So they'd have to hire someone to build it. . . . Perhaps they made this shoddy bomb to make it look like the professionals they can't hire have lost their edge." "You know," Jose commented, "you'd make a good mystery writer." In an apartment a red headed mouse in her twenties, who looks more like fourteen due to a condition she was born with, is watching the news. Her youthful appearance is only heightened by the fact she studies ballet. "Luckily, no injuries were reported and officials aren't even certain that the bomb was made by an established terrorist group." The newscaster reported. "What do you think, Franco?" Anne, the red headed mouse asked. "We knew from the start they couldn't make a bomb to save their own hide." Franco, a mouse with dark hair and a goatee, answered. Anne turns off the TV. "I'm talking about how they thought they could lure us out with a stupid stunt like this. The fools underestimated us, that's for sure." "They'll get no help from us." Anne agreed. "It's not even worth our time." In an elegant restaurant, Jose, Bink and Enzo were at a table at one end of the room. A rat and another gentleman were at the far end of the room having lunch. Bink has cupped her hand at her ear listening into what the two gentlemen are saying in the far corner. "That rabbit in the corner with his back to us is Enrico Perdini." Enzo says to Jose. "He's an ultra left-wing terrorist within the Republican Faction and responsible for last years bombing in Republic Square. As well as four other bombings in recent years." "Busy guy." Jose commented. "So tell me, Bink?" Enzo asks, "Do you hear of anything of interest?" "Mostly politics." Bink answers. "It's complicated. The rat is going on and on about the southern plant. Keeps criticizing their development work. He said that . . . he won't allow any more of the northern plant's tax funds to be fed to the southern plant. . . . And if their plans succeed, the government will be forced to rethink its economic approach to the third quarter." "Changing his strips just to get more money." Enzo commented. "You know when he first started out he was an anarchist, believe it or not." Bink lowers her hand cupped over her ear and turns to Enzo. "What made him change his thinking?" "Nothing." Enzo answered. "See, this guy will work for any cause to get funds for his own movement. The R.F.'s Lombardian Plains Freedom Movement is supported by northern capitalists who have followed the flow of European right-wingers and anti globalism activities for years. Much different than these left-wingers who rob banks to finance their agenda." Back at the other end of the room, the rat says to Enrico, "All right. Let's see if we can persuade them to go in the wrong direction with this." "They lost sight of the ultimate goal." Enrico mentions, "If we make them relearn the meaning of a just cause they'll have. . . . No other choice." "Right. . . . I'll get the committee moving on this right away. . . . I'll also make sure the package gets delivered no later than 2:00 tonight." The rabbit and the rat lift up their glasses of red wine toast the agreement. Jose who is aware of what was said, thanks to Bink, says, "When that time comes, give them a lesson they'll never forget. . . . Got that, Bink?" OOC: Does anyone know what type of cell phone would be hard to trace? -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] OOC: Does anyone know what type of cell phone would be hard to trace? - - - - - OOC: A plot-specific one. On a more serious note, none; the cellphone network needs to know which tower to route your call through, no matter which phone you use, and if that information is extracted, then your rough location can be inferred; or, in other words, the first possibility to come to mind is an entirely private cell network. Or make a short call from a tall building; lots of floors to search. -------------------------------------------------- [quote="CCC"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] OOC: Does anyone know what type of cell phone would be hard to trace? - - - - - OOC: A plot-specific one. On a more serious note, none; the cellphone network needs to know which tower to route your call through, no matter which phone you use, and if that information is extracted, then your rough location can be inferred; or, in other words, the first possibility to come to mind is an entirely private cell network. Or make a short call from a tall building; lots of floors to search. - - - - - Here we have a situation... Depending on who you talk too, you can or cannot trace a cell phone. Radio science comes into play with Cell Phones. Radio signals can be traced to an exact location by triangulating onto it. Though one can find out which tower a cell phone a call was made, one need several towers to get a fix on a signal in order to find that cell phone. A simple police force do not have the resources to do this, but a government agency does. Thus, like a call being traced on a line, the longer the call being made, the more of a chance it can be found to its source. So short calls should be made if one doe snot wantto be traced, but they will get an aproximate area whhere the call is being made. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - OOC: A satellite phone or something else of that nature? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] OOC: A satellite phone or something else of that nature? - - - - - Satellite phones work on a simillar setup, but instead of cell towers, it uses commincations satellites. Since you can use more than one satellite to geta fix on a signal, its just as accurate as GSP. Again, police cant do this, only government agencies can. And once they have your gps location, they'll send a missile to say hello to you. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - In that case I'll just use a regular cell phone. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] In that case I'll just use a regular cell phone. - - - - - lol! -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Enzo, Jose and Bink are walking down a busy city street in Rome in the chilly winter day after leaving the restaurant. Bink is wearing the new red coat Jose gave her a couple of months ago, and carrying an Amati violin case. "Enzo." Jose begins, "Would it be all right if we stop watching Enrico?" "That would be fine. I've assigned an auxiliary team to trail him from here on out. We'll make our move once he is with the bomb makers. Until then, continue preparing for the assault at the branch office. Speaking of, will one fratello be enough? I'd prefer to take the bomb makers into custody while they're still alive." "That will complicate things on our end, but I'll call headquarters and see about getting a couple more fratellos by this evening." "Thanks, Jose. You know the Rome branch would help if they could, but they're running thin on personnel. All of their special ops are already en route to the museum, and those that are left are better off sitting behind their desks." "So what is Enrico's plan?" Jose asked. "To blow something up. That's all we can be sure about. . . . This guy's willing to go to any lengths necessary to get what he wants." Enzo and Jose stop walking but Bink continues going. "What's wrong, sport?" Enzo asked. Bink stops and turns her head. Enzo approaches Bink and gives her a gentle pat on the head. "Don't look so disappointed. Jose and I still love ya. . . . We just know we're going to need some extra hands for this job. And if you and the backup from HQ take care of things smoothly, you'll be getting a very nice reward." Enzo retrieves his hand and picks up the cent of perfume on his glove. "What is this? Perfume?" Bink straitens her hair. "I suppose I'm guilty of buying her too much," Jose comments, "though the things I buy for her make up her salary. Trust me. She more than deserves everything she gets." "Well," Enzo remarks, "kids are the most adorable when they're that age. I can understand buying her stuff. After all, incentives to do better can never hurt. My own daughter is old enough now that she can go out and party all night. She rarely comes by the house anymore to see her folks." The three approaches a building marked "La Verita Government Management Newspaper publishing." Enzo knocks on the guard's window in the entrance way. "Tommaso. I've brought the support from headquarters." "Fine." Tommaso responds. Another guard approaches Bink. "Excuse me. This is where they print the newspaper. It's government property, not a place for children." "It's all right, Pietro." Tommaso says to the guard, "She's the one I told you about." Tommaso turns to Enzo. "We already have a room waiting for you. You should take her inside immediately." "Right." Enzo says to Tommaso. In a hotel like room, Enzo says to Jose and Bink, "Sorry about that, guys. One of the biggest headaches about acquiring outside help is having to take their snotty attitude with a smile." Bink lays down her Amati violin case and opens it revealing her FN P90. "I'm use to it." "Well, you two relax her until this evening. Is there anything else I can get you while I'm out?" Enzo asked. Jose gets out his cell phone. "Yeah. . . . Some spare ammo for Bink. . . . Oh, and I could use an FN Five-seven." Jose makes a call. "Jean, it's me. . . . Pattern B." Pause. "Right." Enrico is walking down the street and notices that he is being trailed by two men. Enrico goes around the corner, the two men following Enrico turn the corner as well but this time Enrico is no longer in sight. The men trailing Enrico go down the street looking for the rabbit they're trailing. When the coast is clear, Enrico doubles back to where he came from and goes to the subway station. The men trailing Enrico realize that he gave them the slip and double back as well. In the distance they see him entering a subway station. The subway pulls up, Enrico boards the subway and the doors close before the men trailing him can get on as well. The rabbit looks out of the window and smiles at the two men on the platform as the subway pulls away. Enrico sits back and relaxes as Rico and Jean are standing next to him in the same subway car. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - With less than 90 minutes to land, one can see the boot of Italy from high above the Mediterranian Sea. Just south of the flight path was where a deHavelin Comet exploded in its flight at about 30,000 ft above Elba from sudden decompression from structural failure in Jan.10th 1953. 'This area seems to be the Bermuda Triangle of the Mediterranian...', Fernando thinks to himself. But having flown in the Devil's traingle more times than he could count, the thought was one of historical value and not one of hidden fear. 'Both the Brittanica and Lusitania also sank in this area...' Jeanette: Everything OK? Fernando: Uh? ....Yes, why you asked. Jeanette: You have been quiet the last past hour. Fernando: Its nothing. Jeanette: Whats on your mind? Fernando: Again, nothing. Jeanette: I see... Fernando does not say a word. Jeanette: Now I know there is something bothering you. Fernando: Why you say that? Jeanette: No 'said the blind man' comment. Come on, what's bothering you? Fernando: Sometimes I like to stay quiet. Think things out, you know? Jeanette: That is unusual for you. Fernando: What makes you think that? Jeanette: I'm expecting you to do or say something. Fernando: Like what? Jeanette: A time portal to seagull beach or Ms Bell dropping by and saying hi at the top of her tiny voice... You usually do something out of the ordinary at least once a day, and more so before rescues and missions. Fernando: In all seriousness, Jeanette I dont think some of us are coming back. Not alive at least. Jeanette: What makes you say that? Fernando: Something I was told while I was chelling out this bird by some suit. Jeanette sighs before commenting: I trust you in keeping me safe. I dont know about the others, I guess they are on their own. Fernando: A leader is responsible for those he leads. Jeanette: You do not have to lead, you know. Fernando: Too late for that. In seriousness, Jeanette, you'd think that Chip and the stupid 4 can infiltrate a forgien country, sedate an brain washed child assassin and bring her back to the cafe without any casulties? I think not. They would not be able to make out of the country with their fur intact, let alone alive. Jeanette: So you're going through your proverbial bouts of doubt and pain? Fernando: No. Jeanette: Sounds like you're in denial. Fernando: I dont think we are prepapred enough for such a mission. Jeanette: Gee, what ever gave you that idea? Fernando: You dont have to agree with me, you know. Rome ATC calls in on the radio, asking for identification. Fernando puts on the headset, identifies the aircraft and flight number, then requests for clearence to Milan. Rome ATC gives Fernando the frequency for Milan ATC, where Fenando asks for Route passage and permission to land. He is given instructions to enter the flight traffic circle and is told to wait his turn, something Fernando does not like to do. While over Italian airspace, a couple of military jets pull along side the 737BBJ for a moment and then fly away. Fernando takes off his headset and sighs, before reaching out to the instrument panel and chells on a few minor things. Jeanette: Just one last thing... Fernando: What is it? Jeanette: As your 'wife' on this mission, I dont have to do anything in those terms, right? Fernando: I dont expect you too. Jeanette: What about, you know. Fernando: We wont be doing the nasty either. Jeanette (as she holds up her left hand to him): Ahem! Fernando: Lovely hand, you have there. Jeanette: Isn't there something missing? Fernando: Like what? Jeanette: I know you're not that dense... The rings? Fernando: Oh, those things. I was hoping to give it to you after we land. Jeanette: Nothing fancy, I hope. Fernando: Nothing fancy at all... just 6 karats set in platinium. Jeanette: WHAT!!!? Fernando: A specail ring for a very specail someone, even though we're just friends, you're a 'F'riend. Besides, its a Cubic Zicronia on titanium. It only looks like a diamond on Platinium. Jeanette sighs. Fernando chuckles for a second. Jeanette: Whats so funny? Fernando: You, sometimes. Jeanette: Hmph! Fernando: Like the time I got you the Star of India. You did not wear it to the Golden Cafe Awards, thinking that it was too much! But unknown to you, its the Star of India but from another time dimension- there the Eagle Diamond still exists but the Star of India is still missing there. Unlike here where the Eagle Diamond is missing. Jeanette: So you're saying that its a fake? Fernando: No, its real, but like Danielle, its an interdimensional clone of sorts. Jeanette: That sounds so creepy now. Fernando: Dont let it scare you, not one bit. Jeanette: And why not? Fernando: Just think of it as a specail gift from a friend, yours to have, to keep... Jeanette: Sometimes I think these gifts have strings attached. Fernando: With me, there are no strings attached. You of all people should know that. Milan ATC calls in. Fernando picks up his headset and responds. Clearence is given to land at Malpensa International Airport, located in the province of Varese, near Milan, Italy on Runway 17R. Once directions are set, Fernando makes a few adjustments (the airport is 767ft/234m above sea level) to the flight computers. Fernando: OK, Jeanette. Clipboard time, we need to perpare for a landing, insert ourselves into a glideslope and put this sick puppy on the ground. Jeanette (as she looks over the landing direction on the clipboard): Alright then, set computer to airport's landing hieght. Fernando: Already did that. Jeanette: OK then. Nose down and look the airport if using VLS? Fernando: Doing that now. Jeanette: Throttle down and slow descent? Fernando: I'm ahead of you on that... Jeanette: Then where are you on the list? Fernando: How about helping me look for the airport? I cant see too far out the window. Jeanette: What does it look like? Fernando: It should look like a ladder with crooked rungs on it. Jeanette (looking out the cockpit windows): I see... We're too high up to see it through the clouds... Eventually, it was a safe landing at Malpensa International Airport, with little incident. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 16

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:36pm Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo was Glad they were finally on the ground. *never cared for ridin' or flyin' less I was drivin'*He thought. Hondo looked around him at the others, the Rangers and friends of the rangers that had grouped together to help a friend in need. A very dangerous need. He knew this would not be easy and the possibility of death hung in his mind as a reality, not a possibility. He looked toward the sky from whence the landed from, and said a silent pray. *Father in heaven, help us accomplish this here task. If anyone must die, let me that the others may live. I know to where I go and I fear death no more. Into your hands,Father.* -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then Near Milan* Alex II: ok Time for the Desquice Jet Polit 1: Right boss *Then the Plane came Visible also turing into a Delta Airlines 745 Jet as Polit 2 Radio into Milan ATC as it giving it Instructions to the Tower then once it done couple Military jets pulling along side chelling then they flew away as the ATC giving them Instructions to Land in Malpensa International Airport in Varese near Milan then they bereave Relieves Alex II: That was close *Then Rachile a Female Gray Mouse Trooper came in* Alex II: Rachile Did they were there Regurial Clothes not there CIA clothes? Rachile: Yes sir they did Alex II: good We be in International Airport in Varese about 2 hours *Then the Jet land at the Malpensa International Airport as they land on Runway 18r then got out as they Heading out* Alex II: Also have your Passports Ready too when we head into customs Alex II Head out while one of the polits head out to then he call the US embassy have a Two Limos and a Bus Ready to meet them also US Secrecy too making sure they won’Äôt get attack -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair turned off the engines and went to the passenger cabin to change. Several minutes later he exited the plane in a corp uniform and with a suitcase. He could not afford anyone getting suspicious about the empty plane. After going through the chellout he found a cab and ordered himself be driven to the nearest hotel. "Name?" asked the receptionist. "Charles Attenborough." replied Charles. "How long would you like to stay sir?" "Two weeks." "Would you like to pay via transfer or card?" "Card." replied Charles after a quick thought giving him a credit card. "Thank you sir. You have room 142. Here's the key." Charles got into his room and immediately chelled the windows and walls. He then put the bags under the bed and waited. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then A Limo came as Alex II and his 7 Team members enter as they head to the US Emebesy in Milan* Alex II: Hope Nando and the others make it we will contact them once we in the Embesley Rachile: Right sir -------------------------------------------------- CD - - - - - Wikipedia helps! Fact: The US embassy in Italy is located in Rome. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - There was a knock on the door. "Marco. Good to see you." "Mutual. I still do not understand. Why do you need my help to get to the airport?" "I need to do that quietly so that nobody would connect me with the guy who is in this hotel. Your brother is a security guard there. He could help us." "I see what I can do. When do you need to get there?" "Tonight." The same night near the airport fence two figures clad in black approached the third one wearing a guard uniform. "Charles, this is Adamo. Adamo meet Charles." "Is everything ready?" "Yes. Come with me." They went to a nearby trench where Adamo opened his pouch and took out two guard uniforms. "Put these on. Just don't destroy them. I went to great lengths to acquire those uniforms." They made their way around the fence and toward a guard post. An elderly squirrel looked from behind the desk. Adamo went inside. After a few minutes his head poked through the door, with his hand motioning them inside. "What have you told him?" "That it's my turn on the watch. Now go." "Your brother is a crafty one." "But that was true. It's the guard change time. Why do you think he insisted on a specific hour?" They passed the chellpoint and moved along the walls using shadows for cover (the whole area was lit). Evading patrols, they made their way towards business traffic section and wandered around a bit waiting for the area to clear. Once they were sure the guards went for changing, they sneaked to the plane. Two went inside, after a few minutes only one emerged, carrying a uniform. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - In the hotel like room in the government building in Rome, Jose's cell phone rings. Jose answers the phone. "Yeah? That's right." Long pause. "Understood." Bink is sitting on one of the two beds. Her back is leaning against the headboard. There is a knock at the door and Enzo comes in. "Bad news." He says. "He gave your team the slip." Jose tells Enzo. "Yeah. . . . And how did you know that?" "One of our teams caught up with him when he got on the train. They're on them now." "Great." "He actually just got off the subway." "Where?" Enzo asked. "At Cavour Station. B line. (http://www.rome.info/metro/)" "All right. I'll follow him." Enzo turns around and heads for the door. "Okay." Enzo opens the door. "Wait. Hold on. . . . If I'm not mistaken, that's one stop before the museum. If he's at the museum, do you know his real target?" "No. At any rate. . . . It won't matter after we finish tonight." Enzo starts to leave again. "I'll contact our guys there." Enzo opens the boor and closes it behind him. Bink, who is still sitting on the bad with her back to the headboard says to Jose, "The backup." Jose turns around to look at Bink. "The backup is already here, isn't it?" "Yes. I called for Rico and Triela. . . . We've planned for multiple contingencies, just to be safe. You know, it's going to be at least a few hours until we find out where they're hiding. . . . Why don't you try to get in a quick nap while you decide what you want for your reward?" Bink crawls under the covers. "Actually. . . . I already know what I want." Enzo trails Enrico while wondering what Enrico is up to. "He's not heading for the museum anymore." Enrico walks past the Roman Colosseum and stops to look before he keeps going. "He's going in the opposite direction . . . just kind of wondering around Rome. . . . What could his target be?" Enrico stops in front of Place d'Espagne before continuing on. Enrico walks along the street with the river to his right. He starts to cross a bridge, stops half way, looks behind him and then continues across the bridge. Enrico approaches a building where a chipmunk, with grey sideburns, is standing at the door. Enrico passes the chipmunk and enters the building. The door closes and the chipmunk pulls out a two-way radio. "Enrico is back." "Copy." Says the voice on the radio. In the apartment where Anne and Franco are staying, Anne is on the phone. "Enrico. . . . What are you still doing in Rome? You supposed to be gone. I'd feel much more comfortable making the deal in Ostia." "Sorry, Anne." Enrico replies, "I wanted to scope out the location first before I commit." "The longer you stay in Rome, the better the chances you'll get nabbed by this agency I've been hearing so much about. It's way too dangerous for you to stay here." Enrico looks out the window. "Some guys were following me earlier this afternoon but I was able to shake them off. I'm certain they have their hands full right now . . . the diversion at the museum is working perfectly. Anyway, I'd rather do this tomorrow. Just remember to deliver it tonight by the time we already agreed on." Enrico hangs up the phone. "The bomb arrangements are already set." "Did we really have to use them?" One of the men with Enrico asked. "I don't trust outsiders." "Yes, we did. . . . Anne and Franco's bombs are nearly impossible to dismantle. They're simply the best in Italy." Back in Anne and Franco's apartment, Franco says to Anne. "That guy is a lost cause." "You're right." Anne answered. "There's no cure for a fool. Since this is an order from above, we'll help him out on this one . . . thought to be honest I'd prefer to have people like him just disappear." Franco lays a briefcase on the table in front of Anne. "Where are they planting it?" "If you knew that, you probably wouldn't want to give it to them." "Should we go through with this?" Franco asked. "I don't know. If they really are serious about doing it there. . . . Then maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to give them a fake." Anne gets up and walks out of the room. "I'm gonna get ready." In the hideout where Enrico is staked out, one of the men watches the road on the other side of the river with a pair of binoculars. At the same time, a van is driving along that rode with a periscope sticking up looking in the direction of the hideout. Enzo, who is manning the periscope, looks down at his watch and speaks into his headset. "It's time, but the bomb makers have yet to show up. . . . Remain on standby." "Roger." Says the voice from the headset. At the hideout Enrico is looking at his watch as well. A guy standing behind Enrico has his arms cross and sounding a bit agitated. "You positive these two are gonna show up?" "They'll be here." "Enrico." Says the guy by the window with the binoculars. "Something's going on. . . . All the traffic beyond the bridge. It's just stopped. There's nothing." Enrico goes to the window and pulls away the curtain to get a look. "What? Maybe there was an accident or something." The guy with the binoculars is unable to make out what is going on. "It's too hard to tell from here." In the van another guy, with Enzo, is on his headphones. "There's been an accident reported. The police have diverted all traffic on this block because of a three-car pileup east of here." Enzo turns to the guy giving the report. "Dang." Enrico gets on the two-way radio. "Hey, Simon. You there?" The chipmunk by the door picks up his two-way radio. "Yeah. Go ahead." "Can you see what's going on across the river?" "No, but I can hear police sirens in the distance." "Go chell it out." "Yes, sir." The chipmunk goes to chell it out and as he passes a tree, Triela jumps out behind him, grabbing his neck with a garrote (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garrote). The chipmunk lets go of his radio. Triela grabs the radio as it falls out of the chipmunk's hand and then she tosses it to Hilshire. Bink and Jose rush the building as he talks to Enzo through the headset. "Enzo. . . . It's started." "That's fine with me." Enzo looks through the periscope. "If the bomb makers were planning on showing, they would have been here by now. Take Enrico alive and grill the dog." Anne and Franco, along with other pedestrian observers, are at the accident site. It is blocked off and they can't proceed. Anne and Franco are the only ones in the crowd wearing sunglasses at night. "Is camouflage really necessary for a simple car accident?" Anne asked. Bink and Jose barge through the door and start shooting. Two are taken down. A mouse with long hair and a green jacket proceeds in the direction of the shooting. Carefully the mouse proceeds with a hand gun drawn. The mouse looks around the corner, sees a fallen comrade and retrieves a two-way radio. The radio is shot out of its hands by a bullet through the window. From across the river Rico fires two more shots and the mouse is down. "Cut the lights!" Enrico yells. "Everyone stay away from the windows!" From across the river, Rico speaks through her hidden mike and earphone. Jean is with Rico. "Lights out on the third floor. Southwest side of the fourth building." "Enrico must be in there. Can you see him?" Jean asked. "No, sir. Not from this position." "Understood. . . ." Jose replies from a few rungs before the third floor. Bink is in front of Jose, one step away from the third floor hall. In the hall Bink sees the mouse in the green jacket on the floor and the broken window but not what's on the other side of the corner. Jose continues, "Hilshire. . . . What's going on down there?" Hilshire is outside. "I've just ordered Triela to climb the wall on the west side." "Good. I'm sending Bink in now so we can surround him." There is an overturned table by the door to the room where Enrico is staked out at. Two armed men are stationed behind the overturned table. Bink takes a step onto the floor. Several shots are fired by the men behind the table. Bink retreats. The bullets only hit the wall. With a tremble in her young voice, Bink says, "Please. . . . Don't shoot me." Bink steps into the hall with her arms raised. "Please. . . . Please help me. There's scary people downstairs with guns. And they. . . ." "What the hell?" The gunman standing the closest to the door asked. "How did this little kid get inside here?" "Perfect timing. . . ." Says the first gunman. "We can use her as a hostage." He then speaks to Bink. "Don't worry. Come to us. We'll keep you safe." Bink, looking scared and with her hands up, walks slowly to the two gunmen. "Hurry." The first gunman says. Bink stops. "Hurry up before the bad guys come after you." Bink then hurries over to the two men hiding behind the table. The first gunman grabs Bink. "Now be a good girl. . . ." Bink slugs him in the abdomen and he doubles over in pain. This distracts the other gunman long enough for Jose to take him out. Enrico and one other guy are left in the room. Bink removes her SIG P239 from behind her jacket, rushes into the room, takes out the other guy and trains her P239 at Enrico. Enrico removes a grenade from his jacket and is about the pull the pin. Triela bursts through the window and aims her M1997 at the rabbit. Enrico drops the grenade on the floor with the pin still in place and raises his hands. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then The Limo Arive at the US Emesbey in Rome as the driver show his ID to them as it enter and the gates closing then Alex II and his Team got out as they heading in then they saw Razale a Gray Mouse with Sunglass was there contact ’ÄúHay Razale Razale: Hello Agent Alex II Your Weapons are here follow me *Then he lead them into a Sercet Base underground have every Device* Alex II: Ok Team this will be staying and Razale call Fernando Tell him that I am in the US Emebsey but Have him and the team come here for the meeting so we can get on our plan also once you made that call have it dissaperd too I don’Äôt want anyone knew that we was here including the Welfare Socisey Agency Razale: Right Make sure you not here Alex II: good *Then Razale Went to make a Call on a Non Trascibale Phone aka the Red Phone, Red Phones are only link to the Presedent Phone back in America also Any Phones also it Eraze there Wereabout making sure no one can’Äôt track them* -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - The following day, a clear winter day, Anne and Franco approach a police barricade on the bridge. Anne addresses them. "Officers. Did something happen here? Why is the bridge closed?" "There was an arrest here last night. This area's off limits now." Anne then quietly says to Franco. "Looks like Place D'Espagne (http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piazza_di_Spagna) (translation (http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=fr&u=http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piazza_di_Spagna&sa=X&oi=translate&resnum=1&ct=result&prev=/search%3Fq%3D%2522place%2Bd%2527Espagne%2522%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN)) was able to avoid the bombing after all." Jose and Bink are walking down the steps of Place D'Espagne. Bink is wearing her red winter coat, carrying her Amati violin case while eating an ice cream cone. "Are you sure a simple ice cream is all you want for your reward?"Jose asked. "Especially in the middle of the winter." "I'm sure. . . . Didn't you know there's a meaning behind ice cream in Place D'Espagne?" As Bink and Jose were walking down the steps, Anne and Franco approach from a different direction, both Anne and Franco are wearing sunglasses. Bink accidentally bumps Anne with her violin case. "Oh, my." Anne says to Bink. "Are you okay?" Jose and Bink do not recognize Anne and Franco. Anne recognizes Bink as one of the girls from the Social Welfare Agency but does not let on that she does, not even to Franco. "Sorry. . . . I'm really sorry." Bink answers. "Well, I'm glad your ice cream is all right. You are in Place D'Espagne after all." "Yeah." Bink replies. Anne stands there as she watches Bink walk off. "What is it?" Franco asked. "That girl. . . . " Anne answers, not letting Franco in on what she knows. "She was wearing an expensive perfume." "So what?" Franco asked. Anne lets down her sun glasses. "Designer perfume . . . and an Amati violin . . . she must be a daughter of a well-to-do family. At the end of the day, it's girls like her that we Republican Factionists are out to protect." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - The following morning Jeanette wakes up in a large comfortable bed, shaking off the events of the day before. As promised, she was alone in the bed, Fernando was curled up in a ball under a blanket in a corner chair, still sleeping. Despite his wellness and abilities, shifting time zones and jet-jag are the one of the few things that throws him off. Despite the shining sun lighting up the room, Fernando buries himself deeper in the blanket. Jeanette gets out of bed, putting on a robe over her pajamas, and walks over to the chair, where Fernando was sleeping. Keeping her comments to herself, she goes into the bathroom to shower up. 20 minutes later, Jeanette walks out of the shower wrapped up in several towels, finding Fernando wrapped up in the blanket, sitting 'Astronaut Style', snoring away. Jeanette (to herself): How did he managed that? Jeanette grabs a few clothes and darts back into the bathroom to change. She comes out fully dressed to seize the day, finding the chair upsidedown over Fernando as he snored under it. Just an arm stuck out from underneath. Jeanette: Thats it... She bends over to lift up the chair off him. All was fine as she finds Fernando under the blanket curled up in its covering. She reaches over and pulls on the blanket. Jeanette: Alright big boy, its time to wake up... Fernando (mumbling): Just give me another hour. Jeanette: Its 8 in the morning, Fernando. Time to wake up... Fernando (mumbling): Another hour... please... Jeanette: Breakfast will be gone if you dont wake up... Fernando growls under the blanket. Jeanette: Dont threaten me, mister... Or I'll get Ms Bell on your fluffy tail. Fernando (in sleepy tone): Ms Bell can go to hades. Jeanette (almost yelling): Fernando Wake Up! Fernando (pulling the blanket off his head): OK I'm up.... (then covers his head again) Jeezus- who turned on the sun again?!! Jeanette: Come on Fernando, dont play games here. Fernando (sticking an arm out): hand me the glasses, their on the dresser. Jeanette: What, no please? Fernando: Please... Jeanette: Much better. Jeanette walks over to the dresser and gets the glasses off it, then hands them to Fernando's arm that was sticking out from the blanket pile. Fernando: Thank you... Jeanette: Hurry up, we be meeting with the others after breakfast. Fernando: They can wait. Jeanette: No they cant. After a while, Fernando gives in and gets into the bathroom and showers up. He comes comes out dressed, and ready to go, but so wanting to go back to bed. Though the sun was out, his brain was registering 2AM, where he would be sleeping at this moment. Jeanette seems more adjusted to the time diffeerence than he was. Together they have breakfast. Afterwards, they return to the room to gather a few items before heading out. On Jeanette's bed, Fernando puts a metal brief case and opens it. Inside were several guns and a lot of ammo. Fernando takes one of the guns and put it inside his suit pocket. Then he takes a smaller one and turns to face Jeanette with it. Fernando: Know how to use one of these? Jeanette: I do not intend too. Fernando: You will need too. *(Fernando takes her hand and extends her arm outward, placing the weapon in it)* Look. You need to know that the weapon is an extension of your arm. Keep the arm and wrist straight, that is will the bullet will go. Jeanette: What about lining up sights? Fernando: Takes too long. Look, when in doubt, press the trigger slightly and the red laser dot will show where it will hit. Pull the trigger all the way to fire the gun. Jeanette: What about safety? Fernando: Wear this watch. The gun wont fire without it. It has a distance of 6 inches, wearing the watch on the right hand and shooting it with the left will stop the gun from firing. Jeanette: I see. Fernando: And one thing, Jeanette. Jeanette: What is it? Fernando: Dont use it unless you absolutely have to kill somebody. Jeanette: I wont. Fernando takes the gun away from her and stuff it down the waist band of her pants, and pulls the blouse over it. Jeanette complains, but Fernando gives her the watch to unlock the gun, and puts it on her right wrist. He then gathers a laptop, digital camera and a few Thorizaine Pens and put them into a small carrying case. Jeanette helps out with securing the cases, and locking things up. Besides the guns, Thorazine pens and cloth computer case, all they carry is their passports, wallets with their EMT and assorted ID cards and a couple of credit cards. They both leave to meet with the others at the Milan Library. The passorts were secured in the hotel vault, as they left. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady 23 - - - - - "You men remember your orders?" "Aye-aye, sir!" "Observation only, unless the situation calls for it. Then you contact me. The group is staying at the hotel you've got listed in your information packets...they should be headed to a meeting at the main city Library, at this point." "How do you know, Captain?" "Simple...the latest intel from HQ. The squirrel's good...but he's not that good." "I'm sure he'd appreciate the sentiment, sir," the senior airmouse smirked, chelling his flight clipboard. "I'm sure he would. You're the best, Lieutenant Montego...I've seen you track bloodhounds that didn't smell you coming. Come to think of it, the only one better is me! But don't underestimate the adversary. Stick to your cover at the airshow, until absolutely necessary to break it." "Aye, sir." "Good. You'll be taking the Mustangs?" "Aye, Captain, and the two P-38's. If we're going to have an airshow as our cover, we might as well go in style!" *From her perch on a nearby deckrail, Rose chuckles.* "Strange coincidence, Charlie...he thinks like you." "I know...scary, ain't it?" "Indeed." *Standing silently, the two watch as the small squadron of classic aircraft makes it's way down the flight deck, and soars off of the Enterprise with a roar, proceeding toward the mainland. Abruptly, RangerReady pops open a hatch, and begins to head belowdecks. Rose tags along in tow, curiosity piqued.* "Where're you going?" "The armory." "Expecting company?" "No...I may go visiting, myself." "But you told Montego--" "I know, I know. That's why I told him to contact me, in a situation. If there's trouble, Rosie...I'm going in there myself. Which is why..." *Digging in his uniform's pockets, RR comes out with two epaulets, fastening one onto either side of Rose's jacket.* "Field commission. If I go...the ship's yours." "But--" "No buts. You can handle it...I saw you drink that beagle under the table at the root beer pub when we visited Paris last Christmas. If you can handle him, you can handle this bunch." *Reminiscing upon past events, Rose giggles slightly.* "Well...if you say so. I hate to see you going off into the danger by your lonesome, though." "Don't worry about me. I've been in worse spots. Just worry about getting this ship onto the Atlantic when things boil over. And fast!" -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - At the Library, a group of tourists gather about a central table... Fernando: Everyone here? MidnightMan: Looks like it. Sinclair slowly counts off to himself before answering: Looks like it. Fernando: Alright, I know how to handle this... Everybody who is not here, raise your hand. Everyone looks at each other, but no hands are raised. Jeanette: Uhm... Fernando, nobody is raising their hands. Fernando: Good. That means that everyone's here. Everyone looks at each other some more, adding the the discussion. Fernando continues with his statement. Fernando: Lets go have something to eat. This place smells of spies to me. Some complain that they were not hungry, but Fernando leave, and they follow him out of the Library. A couple of blocks away they find a little outdoor resturant that can seat them all. They gather around their seats about the table, as a morning wine is poured into glasses by the waiting staff. A couple of weaved bowls filled with bread and another set with cheese were pput to the center of the table. Fernando puts his laptop onto the table, ans turns it on. He loads up a few files, and access the network. Fernando: Gadget, tell us your experience when you were brainwashed into a rodent assassin. Chip: I dont see how that would help... Fernando: Shut Up Chip! I'm Talking To Gadget! And For Your Information Bink was turned into a child assassin (as he turns the laptop with Bink's picture on it yelding a machinegun, caught by a local security camera and archived in law enforcement files). We are going to need that information, and the more the better. Gadget: Well... Monty: Its OK Hun. We know that was not you when that happened. Gadget: I dont remember any of it. Fernando takes the laptop, and starts typing on it. Chip: Thats not Bink. Fernando: Figures... Chip: Its not! Fernando: Not you, Chip. Gadget... listen to me really carefully. Gadget: What is it? Fernando: Now is the time for all good mice to come to the aide of their country... Gadget's eyes glazes over and she stares aimlessly outward. Chip: What did You Did To Her?!! Feranndo: The program is still within her, Chip. It must be deleted when we return home. Chip: What progr.... Then Chip realizes he married to a killing machine program that was never deleted. Fernando: Gadget, what's your mission training included? Gadget (in a far away hollow voice): weapons training, exercise and muscle toning, gymantics training, martial arts in bare hand and weapons combat... Fernando: What is your mission objective? Gadget: Kill The Leader. Fernando: Mission Objective Override. Gadget: Password. Fernando scrolls down the screen and finds something. Fernando: Mary had a little lamb, and a bit of veal too. Gadget: Waiting for new orders. Fernando: New orders are to wait for no more orders. Gadget: Accepted. Fernando: Gadget, Nathan Chicken Franks. Gadget shakes her head for a second before responding. Gadget: What is everyone starting at? Fernando (stares at Chip): Nothing to worry about, Gadget. For the next couple of hours, they discuss about rescueing Bink, and the dangers involved while they sip on wine, and eat bread and cheese. Locations are looked over from the laptop and notes on Bink's last sightings and activities taken. As the time goes by, more bread, cheese and wine is ordered as the meeting kept going. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - During a lull in the meeting Hondo ask Fernando a quick question. "Is it possible to stop by the museum? I would like to pick up a pair of pistols, my throwing cards, and a knife or two, that were sent there to a friend of mine who collects weapons." Fernando said, "we'll talk about that later." Hondo replied, "OK, but if we can't, I will. No disrespect, but I plan to do my part and I want to do it with a familiar weapon by my side." -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then Alex II Team came into the Libary as they wereing Sungalsses also Black Trinch Coats also Razaka With them too since he is there contact Razaka: Nando My old Friend how it been Alex II: Hello Nando sir this is Razaka a Worker for the US Emebesy *Wispering into Nando ear* "Also our contact too" Razaka: Yea I also knew about SWA Plans and Branwashing also there program into little girls now days CIA USe Teenangers not Kids becasue we don't porgram Teenangers only train them also use a Camp for our sercet Training area too also US Even Canada and England are sick with this and there wiere about 15 Missing Kids from England, Cananda and US Too also France so We are Invasageting in Sercet *Using a Wisper to Nando and his team then he look at Gadget also rember her as a kid "I See you Remover her program that good but I was you nando portect Gadget becasue if the SAW Found out she was here then they will capture her agian *Then they join them for breafaskets* Alex II: Also we do have our weapons but our Specal Suites alow us to hide them too so no one can't see them (Like Urtual Volit) -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - After the long meeting, Midnight returns to his room at a hotel near but not in immediate visibility range of the Malpensa airport. "Let's see what we've brought," he comments on chelling the contents of his suitcase again. He takes a briefcase and an Italian airport security uniform out of it, changes into the uniform, and puts on a false black moustache and a pair of sunglasses with brownish lenses. With the briefcase in his hand, he leaves the hotel and calls a taxi cab. The driver gets the order to drive to the airport, but not the direct way. He shall rather take major streets. What Midnight doesn't explain to him is that it's a trick to have it look like he's coming from farther away. Instead, he claims he prefers this way, even if it's more expensive. He even gives the driver a lot of tip. At the airport, he takes the same way in as the one he took out of it the day before, only that he wore a pilot's uniform then. A guard is standing next to a personnel-only door out to the airfield. The rat reads the name tag on Midnight's uniform. "Signor... Visconti, I've never seen you here before. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Midnight moves closer to the guard in order not to have to talk too loud. "Visconti, Naples International Airport security. I've been called here for a... delicate task." "And that is?" "Anti-terrorism. Seems like someone has smuggled a number of weapons to Italy in an empty Learjet. I'm here to retrieve them." "Mafia?" "Mafia or terrorists. We don't know exactly, but we'll find out." "Who's we?" "Interpol. They sent me here all the way from Naples. Don't know why they don't have any specialists elsewhere." "And how come you're entering the airport from the street side?" "Because they had me fly to Bergamo instead of Malpensa. Don't ask me why, my protests didn't help a bit, but that's life, I guess." "So you wanna tell me you've come all on your own to take smuggled guns out of the airport? No police, no secret service?" "Of course not! Do you want me to cause panic here? No-one shall know about it! I'm only telling you because you wouldn't let me pass if I didn't. May I go now, please?" "Alright, alright, you can pass." The guard opens the door. "Here you go." "Thank you very much. And keep to yourself what I told you." Midnight heads on through the door and across the airfield right to the two Learjets. He enters the one he had flown to Milan and stands up in front of the secret "weapon chamber" in which several different containers are stored. Before he left the plane the day before, he had intentionally loosened the panels which hid the secret stowage to make it look like the plane has already been searched. Two of the containers, smaller wooden boxes, get stuffed into Midnight's briefcase. He then hoists the other ones, five black flightcases, out of their hiding-place to carry them out of the aircraft. Suddenly, a knock comes from the open exit door. "What's up?" Midnight responds. "Signor Visconti, police." Midnight closes his briefcase, places it on one of the seats and goes to the door where two policemice are waiting. So the guard did not keep it to himself. "Good morning. What leads you here?" "We've been told that illegal weapons have been found in a Learjet. Since this is the only one with an open door, we figured it'd be this one. Is this true?" "It is." Midnight has got nothing to hide, that is, almost nothing. "Can we see them?" "I think so. I haven't seen them myself, so these cases might as well be empty or filled with something entirely different." He lays down one of the flightcases and opens it before the eyes of the policemice. Revealed are several semi-automatic and fully-automatic guns, countless rounds of ammo, and other similar equipment. "Wow," one of the policemice comments, "that's certainly an impressive arsenal." "So why are you here, except to see the weapons?" Midnight asks. "What would you have done with them?" the other mouse asks back. "I would have called my Interpol contact who would have taken these guns straight to Rome." "Mind if we take over here? We'll arrange these four containers to be driven to Rome today. And you can call Interpol and tell them the guns are being taken care of." "Agreed. Would look pretty strange anyway if I walked across the airfield with five chests full of guns, not to mention that I can't even carry them all at once. I mean, no-one told me they were so many. Here, you can help me carry them, two cases each, and I'll carry the fifth one." The three mice leave the aircraft again, and after Midnight has shut and locked the door again, head for the security area to leave the airport. Of course, the metal detector through which they have to pass indicates they are carrying metal items. But as there is no public around, only security staff, and as Midnight is in company of two policemice, they can pass with no problems. In front of the same building, a police station wagon is parked. Midnight and the two policemice stow the five flightcases into the back of the car, Midnight gives the latter two a business card with his fake identity and a real Italian mobile phone number, and they drive away. Midnight walks back to his hotel and goes through his plans again. 'Heehee, the distraction was perfect. Now two Milanese cops are on their way to Rome with five flightcases full of replicas of automatic guns, hand grenades, and even two Bazookas. They're all false! I'd love to see their faces when they find it out.' He just needed them as a big-time distraction from the only real guns which he is now carrying around in his briefcase, a custom-made high-precision sniper rifle and a Micro Uzi for self-defense purposes. They did trigger the metal detector, but so did the "toy guns" in the flightcase in his other hand. Of course, they'd never find out that it was him who had put the fake guns into the plane because today was the first time that he touched the guns as well as the aircraft without gloves. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 17

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:36pm Sinclair - - - - - [OOC] From what I understood from the earlier briefing, me and Midnight are to be the emergency evac team, and are to wait at the planes at all times, ready to blast off at a moment's notice. Right? [/OOC] -------------------------------------------------- [quote="Sinclair"] [OOC] From what I understood from the earlier briefing, me and Midnight are to be the emergency evac team, and are to wait at the planes at all times, ready to blast off at a moment's notice. Right? [/OOC] - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Fernando: The LearJets are there for a quick get away if needed. You will be by the planes at all times. They being private planes, do not need a proper flight plan, not until you reach US territories. So if we get out of Italy, we can go anyplace, but on the final leg of the journey, the USA must be aware that we are coming in or they will not allow us into their airspace. - - - - - Right. I don't know if that goes for the co-pilot as well. If so, DOS will be with you at all times. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Using a Wisper to Nando and his team then he look at Gadget also rember her as a kid "I See you Remover her program that good but I was you nando portect Gadget becasue if the SAW Found out she was here then they will capture her agian - - - - - OOC: Gadget wasn't conditioned by the SWA. Her brainwashing was done in America and she has a chip in her head rather than cybernetic implants. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Using a Wisper to Nando and his team then he look at Gadget also rember her as a kid "I See you Remover her program that good but I was you nando portect Gadget becasue if the SAW Found out she was here then they will capture her agian - - - - - OOC: Gadget wasn't conditioned by the SWA. Her brainwashing was done in America and she has a chip in her head rather than cybernetic implants. - - - - - The chip was deactivated. Otherwise it would kick in everyday exactly at 1700 hours. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - It has been a while since I read that comic book. Fernando may need to change that part. Anyhow, it's good to see that "Of Mice and Mayhem" is being used as cannon. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - OMaM is one of three rangerverses that I see as most likely for being used as canon. The other two are: RRR and Mat Plotecher's. (Followed most probably by John Nowak's). -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] OMaM is one of three rangerverses that I see as most likely for being used as canon. The other two are: RRR and Mat Plotecher's. (Followed most probably by John Nowak's). - - - - - If they are integrated, I'll do my best to merge them flawlessly. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Sinclair"] OMaM is one of three rangerverses that I see as most likely for being used as canon. The other two are: RRR and Mat Plotecher's. (Followed most probably by John Nowak's). - - - - - If they are integrated, I'll do my best to merge them flawlessly. - - - - - Already thought about that... it might be hard, but I'll also do my best. Now let's return to the story. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - OOOC: SORRy about that Airk I got Mix up :oops: -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] [OOC] From what I understood from the earlier briefing, me and Midnight are to be the emergency evac team, and are to wait at the planes at all times, ready to blast off at a moment's notice. Right? [/OOC] - - - - - [OCC] Thats when the mission starts. Right not we're on Intell gathering and observation, which will take about a week. You have time to gather and observe with us or to enjoy the sights, the choice is yours. You will be privy to all intell gathered and meetings held. You also have an option of your own hotel room as needed. [/OCC] -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Using a Wisper to Nando and his team then he look at Gadget also rember her as a kid "I See you Remover her program that good but I was you nando portect Gadget becasue if the SAW Found out she was here then they will capture her agian - - - - - OOC: Gadget wasn't conditioned by the SWA. Her brainwashing was done in America and she has a chip in her head rather than cybernetic implants. - - - - - The chip was deactivated. Otherwise it would kick in everyday exactly at 1700 hours. - - - - - Rereading on psychological profiles of brain washing victims, I remembered and verified that no matter what was done to the victim to end the programming, some residuals still remain. In Gadget's the chip was destroyed. But according to the profile, the program still resides in the brain as a hidden or repressed memory. Suggested commands can be hidden for reentry hypnotism programming. Thats what I did here. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - OOC: Just a reminder, Tammy does know the location of the SWA. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] OOC: Just a reminder, Tammy does know the location of the SWA. - - - - - [OCC] Is Tammy with us? [/OCC] -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Yes. Do you remember the headcount I did earlier? ~~~~~~~~~~ [quote="DOS & Arik"] Here are the twenty-two characters listed so far who are going on the mission. Let me know if I am missing anyone. Arik DOS Alex II Seven CIA Search and Rescue and Attack Team Members Hondo Fernando Jeanette Isabelle Sinclair Midnight Man Gadget Monty Chip Dale Tammy Zipper Annie Oakley - - - - - -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] Yes. Do you remember the headcount I did earlier? - - - - - I think I'll go back to sleep under the chair... -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 18

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:36pm Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - I'm sleepin' on a roof. My favorite place to sleep, which, for real, looks like I might have to tonight. Fire ants are takin' up residence in my bed. I hate fire ants!! I killed most of them with cheap aftershave, but when the uncles hear about it I'm in trouble. :evil: -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - I've been working on an idea using Anne. This will throw another monkey wrench in the mechanics and since no-one but Arik knows my scheme, this part of the story including Anne will have to be done solo. What Arik does not like about this is Bink's handler being killed off by a terrorist. Comments? -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] I've been working on an idea using Anne. This will throw another monkey wrench in the mechanics and since no-one but Arik knows my scheme, this part of the story including Anne will have to be done solo. What Arik does not like about this is Bink's handler being killed off by a terrorist. Comments? - - - - - As far as I know, he is a good man at heart and it would be a shame if he had to be killed... but life is unfair. Do as you see fit. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] As far as I know, he is a good man at heart and it would be a shame if he had to be killed... but life is unfair. Do as you see fit. - - - - - Can you think of a reason why a terrorist would rather incapacitate Jose than kill him off? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] I've been working on an idea using Anne. This will throw another monkey wrench in the mechanics and since no-one but Arik knows my scheme, this part of the story including Anne will have to be done solo. What Arik does not like about this is Bink's handler being killed off by a terrorist. Comments? - - - - - Two issues here: 1) This is a PG-13 site. That line has been crossed many times. 2) This a Cloak & Dagger story involving CDRR. Things happen, and characters can die, be killed, or worse. Anything goes in Cloak & Dagger. "It's not just a game anymore." As discussed in the chatroom, I am trying to keep this rescue to a minimum of colaterial damage to life, limb, and property. But this is something that may not be possible in the end, and what needs to be done to finish the mission and protect ourselves will be done at any costs. If it is the flow of the storyline, then what has to be done, is done. Just keep in mind that the actions of all interplay with aone another and there will be consquences. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] I'm sleepin' on a roof. My favorite place to sleep, which, for real, looks like I might have to tonight. Fire ants are takin' up residence in my bed. I hate fire ants!! I killed most of them with cheap aftershave, but when the uncles hear about it I'm in trouble. :evil: - - - - - Hondo, you have a comfortable hotel room. Sleep on the balcony if you like. Poor waste of a comfy bed though. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] [quote="Sinclair"] As far as I know, he is a good man at heart and it would be a shame if he had to be killed... but life is unfair. Do as you see fit. - - - - - Can you think of a reason why a terrorist would rather incapacitate Jose than kill him off? - - - - - Any man who is willing to use a child as a means to an end, whether in violence, sex, or other means, regardless of who he is doing it for (terrorism, government, military, etc) is no better because he has taken away the innocence of the child and destroyed it. Only exception I would see, and its a slim one, is in self defense when they are the hunted and not the hunters. In seeing this, the terrorists would have not reason to incapacitate Jose. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] I'm sleepin' on a roof. My favorite place to sleep, which, for real, looks like I might have to tonight. Fire ants are takin' up residence in my bed. I hate fire ants!! I killed most of them with cheap aftershave, but when the uncles hear about it I'm in trouble. :evil: - - - - - Hondo, you have a comfortable hotel room. Sleep on the balcony if you like. Poor waste of a comfy bed though. - - - - - I sleep too hard in a bed. I sleep lighter if I'm on the floor, ground, roof, etc. Unless it has fire ants in the bed. Dad blasted things even bit me on my situpon! :evil: Thought I kill enough of them, I was wrong. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - *Back to Story* (This is a second rewrite, since the first one was lost when the computer crashed.) The rescuers go about Milan individually or as small groups, gathering intell: traffic flow of streets; bus and train routes; places of interests like department stores, muesuems, theaters, libraries, resturaunts, parks, fountains, etc. Just outside Milan, in a smaller airport, there is an airshow going on, show casing WW2 planes. All this information gathered separately on everyone palm-top internet devices is forwarded to Fernando's laptop through the wireless internet connection, and send to all the others. Jeanette went out with the others and is probably working alone on this intell gathering. Fernando spent his day at the library, connected to the wireless internet, trying to gather intellegence from the Itallian Government computers. Very little is revealed in his search, other than Bink was taken from the hospital by the Social Welfare Agency. From there the leads grow cold. He does find a pattern, however. Several girls, including Bink, had disappeared after being taken up by various orphanages. Orphanges that seem to not exist on record, only by name. Fernando continues on with his multi-prong attack on the government, agency and military systems to gather as much inforamtion as possible, take traceback precautions. For a long time of algorythimical searching, nothing was found. Very little was found on the Social Welfare Agency. Military computers come up with nothing. Separate agency computers however came up with Project: Gunslinger Girl [quote="Fenando's Computer Screen"] Selected teenage girls have been transformed into cyborgs and subjected to a brainwashing process known as "Conditioning." These girls are then paired with fully human supervisors, called Handlers, and are made to carry out assassinations on behalf of a (shadowy) government agency. - Image - Fernando thinks to himself: This is going to prove interesting... -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - With what he has, Fernando starts cross referencing news media and gathered evidence. Smaller agencies like hospitals and schools are searched for Bink or anyone with her appearence. Much of the computer records are almost invisable, but several leads were found. A girl's that matches Bink's description has been matched to a male human who goes by the name 'Jose'. News media reports were tied to the city's security system brings several matches, including one of Bink shooting at several people; according to the newsmedia, killing them. Other killings are listed by groups involving young gun-toting girls. Tying up the chronological series of events, Fernando sees a pattern emerging. He wondered why they went to Milan, but went ahead with Tammy's instructions of heading there, since that was where she was last when she was looking for Bink, the end of a long bureaucratic trail that sent her from city to city. Fernando thinks deeper to himself: Though we have the evidence, its all adding up. He Instant Messages the other palm devices to a meeting, giving a list of choices for a place to meet; preferable for dinner. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Very little is revealed in his search, other than Bink was taken from the hospital by the Social Welfare Agency. From there the leads grow cold. He does find a pattern, however. Several girls, including Bink, had disappeared after being taken up by various orphanages. Orphanges that seem to not exist on record, only by name. Bink was not taken from the hospital, she and other girls were transferred under the rouse that this is a welfare agency. - Image - - - - - - The blond rabbit in the top left is Triela, the mouse with the long dark hair in the top right is Angelica, the squirrel in the middle is Bink, the mouse with the short hair in the bottom left is Rico and the squirrel with the long dark hair in the bottom right Claes. [quote="Fernando"] A girl's that matches Bink's description has been matched to a male human who goes by the name 'Jose'. - - - - - Jose is a mouse. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] A girl's that matches Bink's description has been matched to a male human who goes by the name 'Jose'. - - - - - Jose is a mouse. - - - - - Sorry for going out of content there, lost track of who's who. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] Jose is a mouse. - - - - - Sorry for going out of content there, lost track of who's who. - - - - - Code: Character Species Role Bink squirrel assassin Rico mouse assassin Claes squirrel assassin Triela rabbit assassin Angelica mouse assassin Jose mouse Bink's handler Jean mouse Rico's handler Raballo chipmunk Claes's handler Hilshire mouse Triela's handler Marco mouse Angelica's handler Chief unknown chief Ferro chipmunk Section 2 member Alfonso rat Section 2 member Amedeo unknown Section 2 member Giorgio unknown Section 2 member Bianchi unknown doctor Olga rabbit Section 2 member Priscilla squirrel Section 2 member Anne mouse bomb maker Franco mouse bomb maker OOC: I'm thinking Dr. Bianchi would make a good rat. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - It was decided, when in Italy, eat Chinese food. (What?!!) They all gathered around 4 tables by the rear corner for 6 each, more than holding everyone. But before they gathered, reservations were made at the China Flower of Milan (Delicious Szechuan, Mandarin and Cantonese Style Made to Order). While reservations were being made, Fernando uploads the latest information to everyone's palm internet device. When all is said and done, Fernando leans back against his chair and lets out a sigh. Jeanette: I take it that everything is not going well? Fernando: Read your Palm device at the meeting. Right now I got more personal issues to deal with. Jeanette: Personal Issues? Fernando: Look... I am sorry if you got hurt in this mission. Sorry for dragging you into it. Jeanette: Why appologize now? Aren't I supposed to be your Life & rescue partner? Fernando: Yes, but you were the one that choose me in that partnership. Jeanette: And I would chose you again. Understand that I dont entirely trust your methods at times, but you have everyone's best interest before your own. That puts you ahead many others in my heart and mind. Fernando: Eh? Jeanette: Dont take that the wrong way. I trust you with my life but not with my emotions or anything else. Besides, you're old. Fernando: HEY! Jeanette: You're a good guy, Fernando. Lets leave it at that. Fernando: Yeah, thats been my problem. Nice guys finish last, and that is where I have been placing all my life. Jeanette: Enough of the interpersonal bull, Fernando. We got a mission to do, gets get it done as you say - with the least possible colaterial damage done. Fernando: Thats the problem... Jeanette: How so? Fernando: We are supposed to be dumb American tourists. None of us is taking the act seriously and we stick out like sour thumbs.You're supposed to be my young wife, and we act like good friends at best- medical ambulance partners at worst. Jeanette: I'm not going to be all snuggly and giddy over you. Fernando: Granted, I dont expect you too. But this I know, we are being watched, by whom I dont know yet. But we stick out like sore thumbs, and if we intend to have a sneak attack to get back Bink, they will be ready for it when it happens. Jeanette: Then what do you propose? Fernando: I dont know yet, dont have enough information to decide wisely. But until then, we have to be more of what we are of what pretending to be, IE: Dumb Looking tourists. I'll deal with this somehow, lets go to the meeting. Lets go. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - *continueing from last uncompleted post* Everyone meets at the chinese resturaunt, taking seats by tables where they felt the most comfortable. They all talk amoungst themselves about things they had found around the city. In the least the ladies played true to their parts by exchanging notes on the greatest buys and latest styles that they found. Though Gadget spoke of the hardware stores, Jeanette of the computer stores and who knows what Anne Oakley spoke about. Everyone chose their own dishes of choice, Fernando chooses the 'Screaming Cow' with Pepper sauce and chinese vegatables. Jeanette chooses the 'Lotus Beef Eater' with white rice. Arik and DOS order the 'Happy Family' to share. This would seem almost like a large group enjoying themselves, but a few slip up and the Palm wireless internet devices can be seen, as are some notepads and a few getting up to talk to others. At best, the group looks like some corporate gathering after their company had gone public. At worst, their cover is definately blown, which Fernando fears. As everyone talked while they waited for their meals, Fernando spots a familar scent in the air. One that he has a not smelled in quite a while. He looks around down wind, finding a thin atheletically builded red haired female mouse sitting at the far end of the resturant near the exit with two males. He concetrates hard to listen on them, but cant get above the local noise of those around him. Fernando: I'll be back. Jeanette: Where are you going? Fernando walks over to the other table and leans over to the people there. Fernando: L'OH, lo scusa, io ha pensato che siate stati qualcun altro. One of the two men she was with: Buon, ora lascili, se conoscete che cosa ˆ® buono per voi. Fernando: Lascilo fare questo fino voi. Cameriere! Un certo vino per i miei amici qui! Same male speaking, getting up with a clenched fist: Non desideriamo vino... Fernando grabs the wrist of the clenched fist and squeezes it hard against the tendons of the forearm hard enough to have the clenched fist open. Then Fernando leans over to him and kisses him on both cheeks, as the waiter puts glasses on the table and fills them with wine. He then lets go the guy, and takes a couple of steps backwards beofre nodding and walking back to his seat. The guy stands there, staring at Fernando as he sat down. Fernando picks up his wine glass and raises it at him and then drinks from it. Jeanette can only look back at what he did. Fernando says softly: Jeanette. Jeanette: What? Fernando almost whipsering: We're being watched. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 19

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:36pm Charles_Roberts - - - - - In the restaurant Alex II was eating Chinese Rice with butter, drinking his Pop as he saw a Japanese Contact since Razakl Tell him this Japanese was a Blue Fox also with a Trench coat then he bow to Alex II as Alex II Bow back then he order another one for him as they began to talk Alex II: “Çà“Çä˱äÂØåÁßÅ“ÅÆÊóßÂèã“ÅÑ“Åã“Å´“ÅÇ“Å£“Ŷ“ÅÑ“Çã“ÅÇ“Å�“ÅüÂèä“Å„Êó€Êú¨“Åã“ÄÇ(Richer my old friend how you and Japan been?) Richer: ÁßÅ“ÅÆÊóßÂèã“Çí“ÅÜ“Åæ“Åè“Åô“ÇãI (I been doing Fine my old friend) Alex II: Êó€Êú¨Èü„Ê€‡”ª£Áê܆ó“Å´Â㧓ÇœŶ“ÅÑ“Çã“ÅÆ“Åß“Å�“Åú“Åì“Åì“Å´“ÅÑ“Çã“Å㔆ïÊའ(Well why you are here since you work for Japanese Music Agency) (means Secret Agency in Code use by CIA) Richer: ”ºëÊöá* “Åù“Åó“ŶÂÜ熶“Ç„“ɺ“Éâ“Ç픇øÁÅó“Ŷ‡º* “ÅÆ”†ïÊནŰ“Çá“ÅÜ“Å©(ÁßÅ“Åå“Å�“ÅúÁßÅÈÅî“ÅÆ‚ê”æõ“ÅÆ“ÅØSWA “Å´“Çà“Å£“Ŷº…€�“Åï“Çå“ÅüÁßÅÈÅî“ÅØ“Åù“Çå“Çâ“Çí“Åù“ÅÜ“Åì“Åì“Å´Ëæø“Çä“ÄÅ“Åì“Å®“Åì“Åì“Å´“ÅÑ“Çã“ÅãÁêÜÁî± (Well Just on Vacation *Then he using Code again* (Reason why I am here that one of our Kids was snatched by the SWA and we Trace them here so) (that why I am on a Mission) Alex II: ÁßÅ“ÅØÈÅ©Âêà“ÅåË©±“Çí“ÇÇ“Å£“Å®ÂèØËɇ“Å´“Åô“Çãpeaces “Ç픪ä˶ã“Çã (I See now the peaces Fits let talk more) Richer: “Çè“Åã“Çä“Åæ“Åó“Åü“ÅØË©±“Çí“ÇÇ“Å܃ë“ÅóÂèØËɇ“Å´“Åó“Åü (Ok let talk some more) -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo noticed Fernando's worry. He knew Fernando was worried about being watch, and Hondo had a couple of suspicions about who the watchers were. Hondo had played it smarter this evening. Instead of his grey western hat, he wore no hat at all. and instead of his black duster he wore a leather sport coat w/black jeans, brown shirt and black rubber soled ropers. He though if he only had his hat he could make a commotion and draw attention away from the others, but Fernando's move made it impossible. Hondo made a note and passed it to Fernando under the table, as not to be seen. It read: F, I see them as well. maybe we should go to a club, then separate to different places and then tomorrow not meet, unless urgent, and just do dumb tourist stuff. I need to go back to museum for extra ammo anyway. Let me know. H.I.S. *hopefully we have not completely blown our cover.* Hondo thought as he waited for a response from the commander. *Commander. . . He deserves the title. A good man to have in a fight.* -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - Back home, a group of duplicates, being Fernando, Hondo, Gadget, Chip and Zipper were visiting the local hardware store. (Less people could be faked more readily than more people.) -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Richer: ”ºëÊöá* “Åù“Åó“ŶÂÜ熶“Ç„“ɺ“Éâ“Ç픇øÁÅó“Ŷ‡º* “ÅÆ”†ïÊནŰ“Çá“ÅÜ“Å©(ÁßÅ“Åå“Å�“ÅúÁßÅÈÅî“ÅÆ‚ê”æõ“ÅÆ“ÅØSWA “Å´“Çà“Å£“Ŷº…€�“Åï“Çå“ÅüÁßÅÈÅî“ÅØ“Åù“Çå“Çâ“Çí“Åù“ÅÜ“Åì“Åì“Å´Ëæø“Çä“ÄÅ“Åì“Å®“Åì“Åì“Å´“ÅÑ“Çã“ÅãÁêÜÁî± (Well Just on Vacation *Then he using Code again* (Reason why I am here that one of our Kids was snatched by the SWA and we Trace them here so) (that why I am on a Mission) - - - - - OOC: Which of the five assassins is the Japanese interested in or are you including a sixth assassin? Also, the SWA does not snatch kids, they take in displaced kids under the rouse that it's an orphanage. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Richer: ”ºëÊöá* “Åù“Åó“ŶÂÜ熶“Ç„“ɺ“Éâ“Ç픇øÁÅó“Ŷ‡º* “ÅÆ”†ïÊནŰ“Çá“ÅÜ“Å©(ÁßÅ“Åå“Å�“ÅúÁßÅÈÅî“ÅÆ‚ê”æõ“ÅÆ“ÅØSWA “Å´“Çà“Å£“Ŷº…€�“Åï“Çå“ÅüÁßÅÈÅî“ÅØ“Åù“Çå“Çâ“Çí“Åù“ÅÜ“Åì“Åì“Å´Ëæø“Çä“ÄÅ“Åì“Å®“Åì“Åì“Å´“ÅÑ“Çã“ÅãÁêÜÁî± (Well Just on Vacation *Then he using Code again* (Reason why I am here that one of our Kids was snatched by the SWA and we Trace them here so) (that why I am on a Mission) - - - - - OOC: Which of the five assassins is the Japanese interested in or are you including a sixth assassin? Also, the SWA does not snatch kids, they take in displaced kids under the rouse that it's an orphanage. - - - - - [OCC] This may be a point of view opinion issue. To the SWA, they maybe be taking in these girls and caring for them for serivices in return. To us, and I 'll bet the rest of the world, the SWA is no better than a girl snatching pimp, who's forcing them into adult services servitude. Like a pimp, the girls are picked up from somewhere, condictioned to provide adult services and then rewarded and supported for continual services where cycle repeats itself. Tammy went back to get Bink, and with the proof she had, was supposed to be able to get Bink back and take her home. It is this refusal of returning her to her family is whats causing problems, and thus requires a rescue mission. The SWA may think that they are providing a service for Bink, but this refusal of returning her to Tammy makes this a child abduction case. Just like a pimp. We would not be in this mess if the Italian Government would have been more cooperative. [/OCC] -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - I should say there Oprange in Japan was conneceted to the SWA adn Airk I say 4 Asian concats will be for now -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Richer: ”ºëÊöá* “Åù“Åó“ŶÂÜ熶“Ç„“ɺ“Éâ“Ç픇øÁÅó“Ŷ‡º* “ÅÆ”†ïÊནŰ“Çá“ÅÜ“Å©(ÁßÅ“Åå“Å�“ÅúÁßÅÈÅî“ÅÆ‚ê”æõ“ÅÆ“ÅØSWA “Å´“Çà“Å£“Ŷº…€�“Åï“Çå“ÅüÁßÅÈÅî“ÅØ“Åù“Çå“Çâ“Çí“Åù“ÅÜ“Åì“Åì“Å´Ëæø“Çä“ÄÅ“Åì“Å®“Åì“Åì“Å´“ÅÑ“Çã“ÅãÁêÜÁî± (Well Just on Vacation *Then he using Code again* (Reason why I am here that one of our Kids was snatched by the SWA and we Trace them here so) (that why I am on a Mission) - - - - - OOC: Which of the five assassins is the Japanese interested in or are you including a sixth assassin? Also, the SWA does not snatch kids, they take in displaced kids under the rouse that it's an orphanage. - - - - - [OCC] This may be a point of view opinion issue. To the SWA, they maybe be taking in these girls and caring for them for serivices in return. To us,and I 'll bet the rest of the world, the SWA is no better than a girl snatching pimp, who's forcing them into adult services servitude. Like a pimp, the girls are picked up from somewhere, condictioned to provide adult services and then rewarded and supported for continual services where cycle repeats itself. Tammy went back to get Bink, and with the proof she had, was supposed to be able to get Bink back and take her home. It is this refusal of returning her to her family is whats causing problems, and thus requires a rescue mission. The SWA may think that they are providing a service for Bink, but this refusal of returning her to Tammy makes this a child abduction case. Just like a pimp. We would not be in this mess if the Italian Government would have been more cooperative. [/OCC] - - - - - ...so then, question: had the US Government already contacted the Italian government? Because if so, this could prove very useful to me for the (small) part I'm playing here. (And it could take my role in an entirely new direction.) And if that is the case, I assume that they decided Bink wasn't worth an (officially sanctioned) international incident. -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - When, during the talks, Midnight learns about the WWII airshow going on, he takes a glance out of the window at the sky. 'And I were told not to bring The Storm,' he thinks. 'I could even have given it an additional layer of paint to disguise it, there'd be no rain to wash the paint off.' He picks up the airshow flyer printed on glossy paper and looks at the aircraft photographs on it. 'Some nice restored warbirds they've got there. Probably none of them as fast as my little racer, but still amazing birds.' -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - DOS noticed that Hondo passed a written note Fernando and wished that he had used his Palm Pilot to send the message so that she could intercept it. DOS then materialized a pair of glasses, with thick lenses, in her pocket, removes them from her pocket and puts them on. DOS then reshapes the lenses in her own eyes and the lenses in her glasses to form low power binoculars without looking inconspicuous. She then realigns the angle of the lenses so she can watch the female mouse and the two gentlemen with her without looking directly at them. She adds some polarization to the glasses and wears a blank look on her face as if she was in deep thought to further hide any indication she is watching anyone. Next DOS tries an audio filter algorithm to listen in on the conversation across the room however her human ears aren't sensitive enough for it to work. The first thing DOS noticed about the red head is her refined mannerism. The second is her graceful movements and muscle tone which suggest she is involved in some sort of aerobic activity such as ballet, gymnastics or the martial arts. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Severe Weather Eddie"] [quote="Fernando"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Richer: ”ºëÊöá* “Åù“Åó“ŶÂÜ熶“Ç„“ɺ“Éâ“Ç픇øÁÅó“Ŷ‡º* “ÅÆ”†ïÊནŰ“Çá“ÅÜ“Å©(ÁßÅ“Åå“Å�“ÅúÁßÅÈÅî“ÅÆ‚ê”æõ“ÅÆ“ÅØSWA “Å´“Çà“Å£“Ŷº…€�“Åï“Çå“ÅüÁßÅÈÅî“ÅØ“Åù“Çå“Çâ“Çí“Åù“ÅÜ“Åì“Åì“Å´Ëæø“Çä“ÄÅ“Åì“Å®“Åì“Åì“Å´“ÅÑ“Çã“ÅãÁêÜÁî± (Well Just on Vacation *Then he using Code again* (Reason why I am here that one of our Kids was snatched by the SWA and we Trace them here so) (that why I am on a Mission) - - - - - OOC: Which of the five assassins is the Japanese interested in or are you including a sixth assassin? Also, the SWA does not snatch kids, they take in displaced kids under the rouse that it's an orphanage. - - - - - [OCC] This may be a point of view opinion issue. To the SWA, they maybe be taking in these girls and caring for them for serivices in return. To us,and I 'll bet the rest of the world, the SWA is no better than a girl snatching pimp, who's forcing them into adult services servitude. Like a pimp, the girls are picked up from somewhere, condictioned to provide adult services and then rewarded and supported for continual services where cycle repeats itself. Tammy went back to get Bink, and with the proof she had, was supposed to be able to get Bink back and take her home. It is this refusal of returning her to her family is whats causing problems, and thus requires a rescue mission. The SWA may think that they are providing a service for Bink, but this refusal of returning her to Tammy makes this a child abduction case. Just like a pimp. We would not be in this mess if the Italian Government would have been more cooperative. [/OCC] - - - - - ...so then, question: had the US Government already contacted the Italian government? Because if so, this could prove very useful to me for the (small) part I'm playing here. (And it could take my role in an entirely new direction.) And if that is the case, I assume that they decided Bink wasn't worth an (officially sanctioned) international incident. - - - - - [OCC] I would assume no. Provided that if Tammy went to the US Embassy and had the State Dept involved and nothing was done. Either way, my connections with the US Agencies can recieve messages from military ops as needed or requested. I would say that this is not the first time that the State Department had sat on its rear end while oneof our precious citizens was taken away by somebody else. [/OCC] -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair seats quietly, eating his lunch, while listening intently to the conversation. The stream of words might seem innocent to a stray listener, but there is sure to be a hidden meaning behind them. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Midnight Man"] When, during the talks, Midnight learns about the WWII airshow going on, he takes a glance out of the window at the sky. 'And I were told not to bring The Storm,' he thinks. 'I could even have given it an additional layer of paint to disguise it, there'd be no rain to wash the paint off.' - - - - - Time out everyone! Yes I am the one who initiated this round robin however I put Fernando in charge of this rescue mission. First of all Fernando is more qualified in leading a rescue mission and second, delegating authority does not present the "my sandbox" mentality. However as with any other good round robin there needs to be structure or the story will fall apart. Fernando said there will only be three planes in this covert operation, that's it, and I stand behind his decision. The air reconnaissances that Hondo and Midnight Man suggested are not all that covert. Someone then up and decides to put on an air show to use as a diversion and Fernando, the one in charge of this mission, does not publicly say anything about it. Did Fernando and this other person discuss this in private? I don't know. Since I have put Fernando in authority, even over me when it comes to the mission, I will not question him regarding this mission. If someone is putting on an air show without Fernando's authorization, please consider why we as writers are here. We are writing a cloak and dagger round robin. We are here to throw proverbial curve balls at each other. Some of us have already written some very intriguing parts and I imagine many of you have some cards up your sleeves and are just waiting to play a brilliant hand. I don't want to stifle anyone's creativity because without creativity we have nothing. Remember that every game has structure, otherwise it becomes a big free-for-all. So get out there, exercise your grey matter and pitch me some curve balls. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Midnight Man"] When, during the talks, Midnight learns about the WWII airshow going on, he takes a glance out of the window at the sky. 'And I were told not to bring The Storm,' he thinks. 'I could even have given it an additional layer of paint to disguise it, there'd be no rain to wash the paint off.' - - - - - Time out everyone! Yes I am the one who initiated this round robin however I put Fernando in charge of this rescue mission. First of all Fernando is more qualified in leading a rescue mission and second, delegating authority does not present the "my sandbox" mentality. However as with any other good round robin there needs to be structure or the story will fall apart. Fernando said there will only be three planes in this covert operation, that's it, and I stand behind his decision. The air reconnaissances that Hondo and Midnight Man suggested are not all that covert. Someone then up and decides to put on an air show to use as a diversion and Fernando, the one in charge of this mission, does not publicly say anything about it. Did Fernando and this other person discuss this in private? I don't know. Since I have put Fernando in authority, even over me when it comes to the mission, I will not question him regarding this mission. If someone is putting on an air show without Fernando's authorization, please consider why we as writers are here. We are writing a cloak and dagger round robin. We are here to throw proverbial curve balls at each other. Some of us have already written some very intriguing parts and I imagine many of you have some cards up your sleeves and are just waiting to play a brilliant hand. I don't want to stifle anyone's creativity because without creativity we have nothing. Remember that every game has structure, otherwise it becomes a big free-for-all. So get out there, exercise your grey matter and pitch me some curve balls. - - - - - I dont find a prroblem with this. Though discussed a couple of times, the Airshow was activitated by 'Admiral RR' and his crew of the Enterprise: viewtopic.php?p=230448#230448 The Airshow itself is not in Milan, but in its suburbs in one of the smaller airports. Though not discussed, there is a military contingent ready in case the rescuers fail in their attempt or are in need to be rescued themselves. So, its OK with me, as long as there is a mutual cooperation and assistance when needed. No one here is hogging up the lime light. There is some structure here, with a much larger base then one may have anticipated. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [OCC] This may be a point of view opinion issue. To the SWA, they maybe be taking in these girls and caring for them for serivices in return. To us,and I 'll bet the rest of the world, the SWA is no better than a girl snatching pimp, who's forcing them into adult services servitude. Like a pimp, the girls are picked up from somewhere, condictioned to provide adult services and then rewarded and supported for continual services where cycle repeats itself. Tammy went back to get Bink, and with the proof she had, was supposed to be able to get Bink back and take her home. It is this refusal of returning her to her family is whats causing problems, and thus requires a rescue mission. The SWA may think that they are providing a service for Bink, but this refusal of returning her to Tammy makes this a child abduction case. Just like a pimp. We would not be in this mess if the Italian Government would have been more cooperative. [/OCC] - - - - - I totally agree that the SWA is exploiting these children for their own end and with the possible exception of the individual handler, care nothing for the well being of these children. However I will not say the SWA is snatching children. The SWA is like the Roach Motel in a way. They set up a front as a home for children and when a hospital or the police have a displaced child in their temporary custody, the child is then transferred to a seemingly benevolent agency. Just like the Roach Motel, once they are in, they can't get out. Instead of stealing kids, what they are doing is setting up a trap for them to fall into. In other words they are luring kids rather than a drive-by kidnaping. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair went back to his hotel room after the meeting to review the maps he bought earlier. The starfighter part of him didn't like being left out of the core part of the rescue, but he was an old soldier and knew better than to go freelance. Coordination is most vital in any operation. Especially if it is to be conducted behind enemy lines. Everyone must know their objectives and do everything in their power to achieve them. Once someone fails at his task and there is no-one to do it instead, the whole thing usually comes to a crushing end. He was appointed to the emergency pickup, which meant ideally he would do nothing at all. He might not like it but he had a job to do. And he will do it. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 20

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:36pm Sinclair - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] I totally agree that the SWA is exploiting these children for their own end and with the possible exception of the individual handler, care nothing for the well being of these children. - - - - - I agree with you that the agency does not care what happens to the children. I only said that Jose seems to care for Bink very much and I regard him as a sort of Byronic character... Of course I'm no psychologist and I might very well be wrong about him. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] Instead of stealing kids, what they are doing is setting up a trap for them to fall into. In other words they are luring kids rather than a drive-by kidnaping. - - - - - Pimps use the same tatics when looking for young run-away girls that they can use to exploit. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] I agree with you that the agency does not care what happens to the children. I only said that Jose seems to care for Bink very much and I regard him as a sort of Byronic character... Of course I'm no psychologist and I might very well be wrong about him. - - - - - Jose is one of the few decent handlers, relatively speaking. In Gunslinger Girl, which is where I am stealing a lot of the material, Jose, Raballo and Marco were to different degrees the more decent handlers. Hilshire was so wishy-washy that I really don't know how he felt other than he treated Triela more like a tool than a person. Jean is scum. In Gunslinger Girl there was a sixth handler but I can't remember his name. The sixth handler was lower than scum. He was Satan incarnated and he was so heartless he was killed by his own charge. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - *After Dinner* Everyone starts to leave the China Flower of Milan in single or groups. Fernando remains seated. Jeanette, Arik and DOS follows his cue and stays seated with him. Chip, Dale and the others get up to leave, as does Tammy who sat with them. In seeing this, Fernando calls for Tammy. Fernando: Tammy? Tammy pauses for asecond and turns around to him. Tammy: You called? Fernando: Stay for a moment, please. Tammy: Uhm, but I have to go with Chip, Dale and the others back to the hotel. Fernando: I'll take you back if I must. I just need to ask you a few questions. Tammy: Well, I suppose I could stay for just a couple of minutes. Fernando: Please do. Tammy sits down with Fernando and the others. Tammy: What do you want to talk about? Fernando: I have many questions to ask you... most I have forgotten already. Jeanette slaps Fernando on the back of the head Jeanette says to herself: You're so predictable, you know... Fernando: What did I do to deserve that?!! Jeanette: Oh give me a break! Fernando turns back to Tammy Fernando: Look Tammy, things may not to turn out well in this mission, so I will need you to accept that possibility. Tammy: You're going to give up on us? Fernando: No. Not by a long shot. I'm just saying that bad things may happen on this mission. And of these bad things, some of us may get hurt. Tammy: Dont toddle me with that nonsense. Why else would I have gone to you guys?? I ran out of options. I all I have is you guys. And franky I dont care about this talk of secret organizations and death stalking us. I want Bink back! Dont you understand that? Fernando: More than you can ever know. Tammy: Then how about a little more action in trying to get her and lets stop this stupid tourists gag! Fernando: Bink is not here in Milan, Tammy! Tammy: Dont You Think I Know That?!! Fernando: But she will be. If their pattern holds true, she will be here, with others. I can get Bink back for you, Tammy. Its the others that worries me. From the far end of the resturant, Chip speaks. Chip: Thats why you have us. Gadget: You have options, Fernando. More than you think you have. Dale: Yeah, Fernando Fernando sits there, unsure what to say, but eventually does. Fernando: OK... I have a plan. But first we have to wait until they come to us. And while we wait, we are going to prepare... They all nod in agreement. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Back at the hotel, Fernando access his laptop and makes a few online orders. Code: 45 Modified Self-Reloading Dart Guns Paintball gun barrel, for .50 cal paintballs A Few Hundred Thorizine Pens Various small tools and scaples Acetate glue large thin sheet of chimos cloth Small poketsized note pads. They are to arrive at the hotel the following morning... While a few of the others go out to chell on the Airshow. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - OOC: The Social Welfare Agency is located in Milan. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - The following morning, as he waits for the package to be delivered, Fernando goes back to the internet and decides to chell bank records and funding sources. He thinks to himself at no program of any considerable size can operate without funds. Then he finds something inside a bunch of old and passed proposal resolutions by the Italian palarment. Code: Project Gunslinger Girl: The Padania Republic Faction (PRF) is a radical nationalist and right-wing group opposed to the country's increased globalization and dedicated to the independence of northern Italy. Since the Italian government in Gunslinger Girl is implied to be corrupt, support for the PRF is considerable, ranging from civilians and businessmen to government officials and elite special forces units. The PRF has influence with the local Italian police forces, resulting in the police overlooking some of their crimes. Acts of aggression carried out by the PRF include terrorist bombings, the instigation of violent mobs, drive-bys and assaults carried out by armed militants. The primary reason for the support of its separatist agenda is the unbalanced economic development between northern and southern Italy ’Äî as simplified by Alessandro, "The north doesn't want to feed the south." Once independent from the remaining Italy, the supporters of the PRF believe their sports and pornographic industries will no longer be taxed, and their homes will finally free from the migration problems they once faced from Africa and the Balkans. It is revealed that up to 80% of the Milan population supported the PRF. What began as a separatist movement based on legal political ground became a radical terrorist group in response to a governmental campaign of suppression carried out with the support of the southern Mafia. A local study reports that 65% of the organization's recruits joined purely for revenge; roughly the same percentage of recent Italian security recruits enlisted for the same reason. The PRF's representative color is known as Five Republics Blue, and is meant to represent the melted snow of the Alps. Many of the PRF's supporters and lower echelon members openly adopted this color for their outfits and publications. The Social Welfare Agency (often referred to as simply "the Agency"), ostensibly a charitable institution sponsored by the Italian government. While the Agency professes to aid the rehabilitation of the physically injured, it is actually a military organization specializing in counter-intelligence and counter-terrorism. It comprises two independent branches, Public Safety and Special Ops, with Public Safety being its surveillance and intelligence-gathering arm and Special Ops its anti-terrorist division. Special Ops is itself divided into Sections 1 and 2, the latter of which employs young girls fitted with cybernetic implants as agents. The implants, which consist of synthesized muscles and carbon fiber frames, result in heightened strength and reflexes as well as high resilience to damage and pain. Each girl is paired with a male trainer, or "handler," and together they are referred to as a fratello (Italian for "brother"). The handler is responsible for the training, welfare and field performance of his charge, and is free to use whatever methods he considers suitable. While these methods vary according to the handler, a common part of each girl's regimen is brainwashing called "conditioning," which produces a deadly assassin with unquestioning loyalty to her handler. Murder of innocents and governmently-initiated elimination of unwanted elements in a democratic society, the Agency places a strong focus on various moral and sociological issues including brainwashing, exploitation of children and general inter-personal relationships, the strongest of which are displayed in the futile attempts of colleagues from friends separation and the excessive fascination of pre-pubesent girls with father-like figures. One of the main themes repeating throughout the Agency is the distinction of natural love and friendship from imposed loyalty through the ongoing ’Äúconditioning’Äù. Fernando thinks to himself whether or not he should send this information to the others. As he wrestles with that idea, he does it subconciously. In the background, which Fernando ignores, a phone rings. Jeanette answers it, then goes to Fernando to relay the message. Jeanette: Fernando, that was room service. They're sending up a package. Fernando: Would you mind signing for it? Jeanette: *AHEM!* Fernando: Would you, Please? I'm sorta busy. Jeanette grabs his chair and spins him around 180, and then takes off his glasses. For the moment Fernando can see, sees Jeanette wrapped in a full length towel from her armpits to her kness and a towel over her head. But like everytime his glasses are taken off- his retinas go into over-exposure mode, and that image of Jeanette fades to white in just a few seconds. Fernando (reaching out for his glasses): Gee thanks Jeanette. Now I cant really see a thing. Jeanette (eventually giving them back): Then adopt, and quickly, they are coming with the package and I'm going to be in the shower before I leave. You're answering that door when they come. Fernando: I suppose this is getting even for all those times... Jeanette: Just answer the door when they come! The bathroom door slams itself shut. Almost as if on cue, there is a knock on the door. Fernando slowly gets up and feels his way to the door, and answers it. A bellhop is there with a large box, handing him a clipboard to sign. Fernando just signs it at a random location at the bottom of the page and hopes for the best. Then the bellhop hands over the box, and waits to recieve a tip. Fernando puts the box in the middle of the room and then closes the door on the unsuspecting bellboy. Semi peeved at what happened, the bellboy leaves saaying something negative about American tourists. Fernando goes back to the box and picks it up, taking it to the bed, then dumping its content on it. He feels around and picks up what he feels to be is a heavey but small box, openning it and have a pistol slide into his hands. Fernando (to myself): good, they are here. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - Jeanette enters the shower fuming. Taking a long shower, she pulls herself together, remembering how long it took for her own mom to pull herself together: six years. "This is not even a pretend marriage." Miss Isabelle gets dressed, putting on her glasses and sandals; not her ring. Jeanette opens the door to a half blind squirrel: "Darling, we are getting a divorce. DOS will be your co-pilot." Jeanette packs her suitcase, retrieves her purse, leaving the gun behind. In the lobby, Jeanette registers a single room, under her maiden name. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then Alex II with Richi head back to the US embesy as they enter, gates closing then they enter into a secret room as the door closing as his team members, Razale saw them as they came in Razale: hello Richi right now let get down to bussines and Nando will be calling us too Richi; Ok let do this Alex II: Right * Make sure no one have followed them the US Guards on watch making sure that no one come in only CIA Agents and Rescue Rangers also Nando and his friends too.; -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] Jeanette enters the shower fuming. Taking a long shower, she pulls herself together, remembering how long it took for her own mom to pull herself together: six years. "This is not even a pretend marriage." Miss Isabelle gets dressed, putting on her glasses and sandals; not her ring. Jeanette opens the door to a half blind squirrel: "Darling, we are getting a divorce. DOS will be your co-pilot." Jeanette packs her suitcase, retrieves her purse, leaving the gun behind. In the lobby, Jeanette registers a single room, under her maiden name. [\quote] - - - - - As this was taking place inside, Hondo was approaching Fernando and J.I.'s room. He had a bad feeling about it, but He wanted to talk with Fernando, and get some further direction. Hondo was not the type to be scared in a fight, but he usually fought alone. Now others lives, lives of team members stood in a balance, a balance that could be tipped either way by little things. Thing he could do. He knew trial and error was the way he worked, but with this they had only one chance. and to Hondo they had to win, lose was not an option, for if they lost death and/or imprisonment for life would be the consequences. As this was going through his mind, he approached the door ready to enter. as he reached to knock the door flew open and out came J.I. it knocked him back and the door shut on its own but was thrown open again by Fernando, who looked down the hall at the retreating J.I. He just mumbled something and retreated to the room. Hondo found himself on the floor wondering what happened. He stood up and staggered back to his room, which he was using only because Fernando insisted that he not wast a good room. *Women! that is why I'm still single!* he thought * maybe I should mail him a letter. It would be safer, especially since I believe someone is tryin' hack into our computers, since the night at the restaurant.* Hondo sent Fernando a note by special courier, namely Dale. *If he gets smacked in the head no one will know the differance.* Hondo thought as he watched Dale deliver the note through his old '98 Compaq laptop, which he had used to hack into the hotels security camera system. *I'm glad they didn't use closed circuit. and I'm glad I could shut off the cameras to our rooms.* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [OCC]Half Blind? When my retinas go into White-Out mode- I am totally blind. Lucky for me, I am well adopted in this condiction.[/OCC] Frustrated at how this seems to be falling apart, he goes back to the cache of items he put into the bed. Thinking to himself, 'Why must this generation of women be so difficult. Its not like I am asking or demanding for anything that she is not willing to give...' Reaching inside the box, he pulls out a smaller cubish box from it and opens it. Inside there were smaller rectangular shaped boxes inside. He opens one and let its content slide into his hand. Fernando (to himself): Good these are the Thorazine pens... Someone walks into the room without knocking. Instinctively Fernando throws pen hard, catching who entered by his shoulder Dale: OWW!!!! Why you dii....duh... Dale passes out. Fernando: That sounded like Dale. Ow well, at least the Thorazine works... On him... Fernando then drags Dale in and ties and gags him up, locking the door. Once tied up, he pulls out the Thorazine pen from the shoulder, thinking, 'You're be out for the next 3 hours...'. He goes back to the box, pulling out the paint ball barrels and another Thorazine pen. He places the pen inside he barrel, feeling how it can slide in and out of the barrel up to a point: where the end of the Thorazine pen meets the start of the plunger mechanism, where a flange and clip-on were. Fernando thinks of how these would be cut off to fit into the barrel and slide through when shot. He takes the tools, the barrel, pen and a gun to where he was sitting. Slowly Fernando feels the gun for screw holes and attachment points. These are not air powered dart guns, but spring loaded dart guns. Slowly, Fernando dismantled the gun, and tries to refit the paint ball gun barrel on it. After more then an hour of fiddleing with it. He manages to make it fit. The phone rings. Fernando finds it and answers. It was Gadget looking for Dale. Gadget: Fernando, is Dale there with you? Fernando: No. Why do you ask? Gadget: Hondo sent him to you with a message... Fernando: Funny, I have not seen anyone all day. (which was not a lie... almost) Gadget: OK then, We'll keep looking for him. Let us know if you see him. Fernando: I will. Gadget hangs up the phone first, saying something to Chip as she does which the microphone barely picked up. Fernando then hangs up and goes back to his work. He takes the Thorazine Pen and slides it in and out of the gun barrel, still finding that the flange and clip were still in the way. He carefully finds a scapel in the tool box, and proceeds to cut the plastic with care. Now the Thorazine pen fits inside the barrel with just enough friction to hold in place but move freely when struck with the gun's hammer. He tests fire the gun, and works. Perhaps too well. In thinking, he thought that accuracy and range. At best, 25 to 50 ft would be optimium- the length of the room. A little more work to the guns, he carves out the plastic ammo holder to fit as many Thorazine pens as possible. 4 pens was the best he could fit. Minimal at best, Fernando takes a few more barrels and guns and start work them. With each gun, he was ble to work a little faster than the one before it. He manages to modify and test 10 guns before Dale started to wake up. Putting down the dismantled 11th gun, Fernando turns to Dale. Fernando: You finally woke up? Good. Dale: HRMM...HMMMRMMM!!!! Fernando: Calm yourself down before you find yourself wondering where you are and how you got there. Dale: Hmmmm? Fernando: Just sit there for a while, and I'll get to you when I'm done. Dale: HRRRMMMMMM!!!!!! Fernando: Alright, alright... you acorn muncher... Fernando walks over to Dale and begins to ungag him, not before he puts another Thorazine pen in his pocket. Fernando: Remain quiet or else. Dale just nods. Fernando begins to ungag him. Fernando: Now, why are you here? Dale does not answer at first. Fernando: Alright, if you dont want to answer, I'll just gag you again since I do not want to be disturbed in my work. Dale: Hondo sent me with a note! Fernando: OK, now, answer why you would enter a private room without knocking? Dale: Because it was unlocked? Fernando: You Idiot... Dale (interupting Fernando): I'm Not an Idiot! Fernando: Look, this is a mission- you just entered a room without warning or chelling to see if it were clear? Consider Your Self Dead. Fernando then begins to untie him. Fernando: Now, leave the note on the desk, and ask Gadget to come here... Alone. I need her techincal help. Dale slowly gets up, puts the note on the desk and leaves the room quietly. Once the door closes, Fernando can hear Dale running down the hall at fullspeed. Fernando smiles to himself as he goes back to his work. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - After finishing a 12th gun, Fernando get his satellite phone from his belongings and makes a phone call. After a couple of rings, the phone on the other side is answered but no one replies. Fernando: We lost the frquency with the red-haired munk. Voice on other end: Orders? Fernando: Detain her and anyone she is with at the bird's nest until I get there. Voice on the other end: Will do. The phone is hanged up on the other end. Soon after, there was a knock on the door. Fernando opens the door, finding DOS and Gadget there. Fernando: Two of yous.... OK, come on in. They both follow him into the room. As they walk in, Gadget tries to say something. Gadget: That was not nice what you did to Dale, Fernando. Fernando turns to her as he sat down: Consider him lucky that he's not dead. Like I told him, this is not a game, so stop treating it like one. Gadget: I dont like what you did. Fernando: I was being nice. If it were the actual rescue, he would be dead. When are you guys going to get that point? DOS: What did Dale do? Fernando: You dont enter a room without chelling if it was safe. A simple knock on the door would have suffice for him, but no- he thought barging in would be the proper thing. So I hit him with a Thorazine Pen. DOS: Thorazine Pen; searching... Generic name: Chlorpromazine Injection; a powerful tranquilizer and antipsychotic manufactured by GlaxoSmithKline. More Data available... Fernando: Enough DOS. Gadget: Now, why did you call? Fernando goes over to his work table and picks up a modified dart gun he had built. Fernando: I need help finishing this. Gadget: What is this? Fernando goes gets parts from the boxes on the bed: A gun, paint ball gun barrel and a Thorazine pen. Fernando: This gun must be able to fire this pen at the intended target. The clip on the pens must be trimmed at the backend to fit into the paint ball barrels. The paintball barrel must be made to fit into the gun, and the inside chamber trimmed away to fit the pens inside and reload. Only 4 pens will fit inside. Gadget: Seems simple enough. Fernando: DOS, willing to help out? DOS: Sure. Fernando: Good. Tools are on my desk. Parts on the bed. Lets get busy. They start working on modifying the guns to fire the Thorazine pens. It will take another 3 hours to complete this task. They take 4 hours, as they order food and take a few breaks. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *In the sercet room of the us emebesy Alex II Was working on his stunner gun as he puting the parts togever while his team was doing the same thing then he also hider some ghost hackers making sure SWA or anyone Hacking into there computers (Think of Ghost in the Shell Stand Alond Complex Second Gig) Also since SWA are began to get supsicous they using Thought talking so they can't find what they saying also giving them new code names Alex II = Major Rachile = Satosia James Mouse =Batoza Michale = Kazaupa Scott = Tosaga Razhal =Tagacoba leader Richi = Sastoba Razhal: Major when Fernando will be redy Alex II: Eather tomroow or two days form tomorow he will let us know Razhal: I See well contuning Puting the weapons togever this mission must be a sufecifull Alex II: Right -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - With all the guns modified and armed, the three of them pack them up as best as they can. Fingerprints have been wiped clean of guns and ammunitions. With 45 guns, and 21 mission operatives, everyone gets 2 guns each and 8 extra Thorazine pens to add to their arsenal long with a pair of rubber gloves, with written instructions on how to use and reload. Also added: mission directives. DOS and Gadget go out and distribute the guns to everyone except Jeanette. Fernando keeps 3 guns to himself, where Jeanette would have recieved one. Chelling the newly found bank records, Fernando cross references them with travel logs of planes, ships, trains, and rented vehicles, Fernando finds out that the Gunslinger Group are already in Milan. As per the last computer search finding, Milan and its people is in support of the independant (terrorist) factions. In short, Italy is in a midst of a civil war, with Bink being one of the soldiers in combat. How the rest of the city is going to act against this rescue mission? Better yet, how is the police going to react when the mission is in play? Such questions are secondary, as the mission's goal primary. As before the Italian government was not coppoerative in these matters, chances are, they will not be cooperative again. At worst, they might be deterimental to the rescue. Fernando grabs a few Thorazine pens and stuff them into his rear pocket. Taking his cane, Fernando walks out of his room and down to the main lobby, then to the hotel dining area. There he orders a flounder over pasta with some white wine, and in minutes, is served. He takes his time eating his meal. Somewhere in the the middle of his meal, he hears a familar voice not too far away from him, along with several others. It was Bink, with other young girls and several men. They sit just a few tables away, ordering a meal for themselves. He tries to listen in on the conversation. A few times he hears 'Le Mˆ©ridien Gallia Hotel (http://www.starwoodhotels.com/lemeridien/property/overview/index.html?propertyID=1870)', the very hotel they are in, and the rescuers are lodging in. Another hotel is mentioned, the Art Hotel Navigli (http://www.arthotelnavigli.com/en/location.htm), along with the various sites around the area. During his meal, Fernando pulls out a one of the Resue Ranger business cards that they all carry, and writes on the back of it, 'the american girl does not belong to you. release her to us and there will be no repercussions.' Then he waits, as he slowly finishes his meal. Their meal being larger, takes longer to prepare. They are served and begin to eat, Fernando finishes his meal and slowly gets up after siging off his bill. Taking his business card, Fernando slowly gets up, taking his cane and taps his way to their table. He stops by their table. One the men speaks up: Why are you here? Fernando (listening in to pin point Bink from the group, then turns to the male who spoke): It sounded like somebody I know. Same man as before: I highy doubt it. Fernando slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a picture of Bink from his wallet and puts it on the table. Fernando: I'm looking for this girl, she's been missing for many months Her name is Bink. Bink Squirrel. They all look at the picture, though nothing said, several gestures were motions for all to keep quiet. Same man as before: We never saw her before. Fernando (putting the RR busines card on the table face up): If you do, let us know. same man as before: Us? Fernando: Her adult sister, Tammy Squirrel, is with me. Fernando starts to walk away, lightly tapping his cane, but continues to listen in on them as he does. One of the other girls: Your family is looking for you Bink? Bink: You are my family... -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Razhal: Alex II The Ghost hackers found Bink also the men too in same Restaurant and Hotel as Fernando Alex II: Hun Him well we need to watch them but can’Äôt let them know we are here too So we will watch them in Ghost mode so Batoza and Tosaga go to the Hotel and Restaurant then watch them In ghost mode don’Äôt let them see you too also don’Äôt make a move until I give the order James: Yes sir *Then James and Scott head out, Got into there Green Car and drove off form the US Embassy to The Restaurant* Alex II: Kazaupa, Satosia and Sastoba you coming with me and Tagacoba Have the Ghost hackers hack the Cameras in the Restaurant also outside Cameras too making sure they don’Äôt see us Rachel: Right Alex II: Let move out *Then the Alex II, Richi and Rachile got into the car and drove to the Resturant* *Then the Cameras in the Restaurant were hack as it was only Showing SWA and Fernando Group not Alex II group they using ghost now, James and Scott station outside of the Restaurant in ghost mode listing also looking into Cameras on the roof as there car was park about 5 miles away from the Restaurant also in Ghost mode too Then a Red Car park in the Restaurant Parking lot as Alex II, Richi and Rachile came out as they enter* Alex II: *Thought talk* ’ÄúBatoza and Tosaga you in position Batoza: *Thought Talk* ’ÄúYea me and Tosaga are in Position Alex II: Good watch them don’Äôt make a move on my order Batoza: Right *Then They enter as he saw Nando as he, Richi and Rachile head over there and sitdown with them* Alex II: *Lower Voice* ’ÄúFernando it me Alex II But we using code names so call me Major and don’Äôt worry Cameras are hack so they can’Äôt see us we using ghost project into play so we have the uperhand here *then he looking over there saw Bink also other girls also several handerls too then look back to Nando* ’ÄúBink there don’Äôt worry my men will Followed Bink every move in Ghost mode so they won’Äôt get caught or been seen too’Äù *Then he call the water as he came and order a Ground Beef Pizza with 4 Pepsi then the water came back with there food as they began to eat* ’Äúalso Razahal have the Ghost hackers hack into the Cameras in Milan making sure no one won’Äôt see us plush before you left the CIA nando Commander and Some of the Japan Secret Agency Section 9 Build the Ghost project into the CIA so Making us Section 10 and the Ghost project was in play before this mission statarted you see I had to tell you this same as the commander but he want me to tell you the right time so you have to understand Nando Ghost project is the best defense agent any crime and terrorist too -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 21

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:37pm Sinclair - - - - - There was a knock on the door. "Come in." Sinclair was sitting in an armchair. "Oh, it's you Gadge." She closed the door behind her and neared him, taking two guns from her bag. "Fernando wants you to have them." "What's that?" "A tranquilizer." she replied, putting extra ammo on the table. Sinclair picked up one of the pistols and examined it. "Now, where would I put them?" he wondered for a moment. Then, taking a holster that came with the guard uniform and a pair of scissors, he quickly cut a hole in it. He inserted one of the guns in the holster and the second one in trousers behind his back. "Not very handy with those lengthened barrels..." he concluded. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando: They are a government agency, Alex. A goverement on the edge of civil war. That is not bad enough, but that they are willing to use young girls to do their dirty work for them is whats disturbing me. I know what those girls are going through, having been there but through my own choosing. These girls do it because its forced upon them. I dont think we can Get Bink back even if they gave her to us. Look, view this file (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CG6fv-2x_tQ&mode=related&search=) that I have pulled from their servers... until I say so, no one makes a move. Alex II: Thats why they must be stopped. Fernando: I'm only here to rescue 1 child. Not turn over a corrupted government into civil war. Alex II: Thats not your decision. Until then, we are piggy backing our mission on yours. Fernando: Eh. I scratch your back and you'll scratch mine. Alex II: You got it. Fernando: Then dont a move until I make mine. Alex II: Thats why we're waiting for you. Fernando: Then wait... Fernando starts to walk out of the hotel to the fountains and statue of Pegasus and Apollo that in front of the hotel. Standing by the edge, he lets the water fall cascade fill his ears as the rest of Milan goes by with time. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [OCC] Just to let you know, these are the hotel accomodations... http://www.starwoodhotels.com/lemeridien/property/photos/index.html?propertyID=1870#photo_section_0Link -With unlimited budgets, all things are possible. My fault for involving involving the american agency... [/OCC] -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Seconds becomes Minutes, Minutes into Hours. Fernando continues to stay by the fountain, listening to the water fall. His cane in front of him with one hand over the other by the top of its handle and the thumb of his right hand over the thong of the cane. A considerable amount of time had passed by when he hears a voice to the left of him. Voice of young girl: Excuse me mister... Fernando pays better attention, finding a few around him, all the girls that were at the resturant, except for Bink. Fernando: Yes? Young girl: How do you know Bink? Fernando: I'm a friend of the family. Young girl: Are they really here for her? Fernando: Just her grown up sister and I. Young girl: Only two of you? Fernando: I'm not part of her family, just a friend that wants to help. Another young girl: How can you, you're blind. Fernando slowly turns to face them. Fernando: Just because I may be blind, but I can still see. A third girl speaks: We are her family... Fernando interupts her: You're not her family, just her friends. You can still be her friend, I'm not stopping that. Second girl: How can we trust you? Fernando: You dont. You dont know who I am. You dont know what I do. But in the least, I am a man of my word. Second girl: You're right, we dont know you. Fernando: I do know about the guns in your violin cases. First Girl: What guns? Fernando: Just because I cannot see, does not mean that I dont know. There is ways for me to learn. Second Girl: You are not going to try anything stupid, like try to take her away. Fernando: Only if I have too. Not that I would want too. Third Girl: You better not. Second Girl: We take care of our own. Fourth Girl: Lets go, we're wasting our time here. First Girl: I dont think we are wasting our time. Fernando: Listen to yourselves. Even if we have to fight to get Bink back, I will promise not to hurt any of you... Third Girl: Now I know you're lying. Lets go home, girls. They started to leave, except for the first girl. Fernando: Why have't you left. First Girl: Even though you promise that you wont hurt us if we have to fight for Bink, we can not make that promise to you. Fernando: I'm not worried about that. All I care about is getting Bink to her sister. I keep every promise I make. First Girl: You must really care about Bink to go through all this trouble for her. Fernando: Now you see my problem? The girl starts to walk away slowly, then runs to her friends. Another voice speaks from his left: You're willing to go through all that to help others but do nothing to understand a friend. Fernando: You got that right, Jeanette. Jeanette: I'll see you at dinner time, whereever everyone decides to eat. Jeanette starts to walk away. Fernando takes out his cellphone and makes a call on it. The phone rings on the other end, twice like before- no one replies. Fernando: Change of orders, observe the red-haired munk. Voice on other end: Repeat? Fernando: Observer the red-haired munk, do not detain. Voice on the other end: Will do. The phone is hung up on their end. Fernando turns around to face the fountain again. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - The AI bat sends a message to DOS over protocol 7: Code: Whatever you're doing down there, you've attracted a lot of attention. Fifteen people have been trying to break into this network in the past hour; I've diverted some of them to each other and some to a spammer's personal PC, but you should probably chell up on those PDAs you took with you if you have not yet done so. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Razhal: It ok AI Bat We are arewer of this we using Ghost Hackers to stop this too right now your program is scurere with ghost proof means no one can’Äôt hack into your Network expect us also we are watching it too same As Dos so don’Äôt worry Alex II: Also I Saw Four girls made contact with Nando and one Female Red Hair Mouse was different Razhal: Himm I See Ghost hackers will watch her every move also I will send one Ghost to Watch her too the best Nazakana Korbesta A Agent from Section 7 Italy he is there in ghost mode watching the Female girl I told him not to Get seen also Not to Face her just watch her until I make the move so they are watching now also Section 6 Russia and Section 5 France are there too also we since there will be a war coming soon so we are to prevent that form happing Alex II: I See is Section 9 and 4 Coming too Razhal: Yes they are on there way here From Japan and South Korea so they be setting up in Japan Embassy and South Korea Embassy Also Section 11 form China Seing up in the China Embassy Alex II: Ok Call me if anything happing Razhal: Tell me Alex II Why you helping Fernando Rescuing Bink? Alex II: Because I never told anyone this Especey Tammy That She and Bink are my Long Lost Cousins since we are from the Squrrial Family Razhal: I See well carry on then you need to tell them the Right time when this is over Alex II: Yea Wating for the right time Razhal: Ok over and out *Then Alex II turn off his COM link as he heading back to the US Embassy as his Car in Invisibal Mode so no one can’Äôt see him as he enter into the US Embassy as the gates close* -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady 23 - - - - - *Standing on the flight deck of the USS Enterprise, RangerReady stares out across the waters at the sparkling, electrically lit city beyond. Beneath the brim of this hat, an earbud buzzes gently, indicating an incoming message.* "This is the captain. Go ahead." "Proceeding as ordered, sir. None of the locals seem to suspect that we're not exactly what we appear to be...tourists showing off our prized antique aircraft." "Good. That means that your cover's intact, so far." "So far..." *The captain's eyes narrow.* "Is there a problem, Lieutenant?" "Not as of yet, Captain. We have seen a few...suspicious looking characters, scoping us out. They haven't made any moves, and I don't think they suspect us. But I sure suspect them." "Hmm. Opinions?" "I'd recommend observation within the city, sir. If we're going to keep tabs on this mission, we can't afford to be without accurate intel." "Agreed..." *RangerReady ponders for a moment, thinking over his options.* "Keep to your cover. Don't make a move until you hear from me." "Aye, sir. But what'll you be doing?" "What d'you think? Gathering intel!" *Closing the connection, RR hurries belowdecks, passing crewmembers left and right at a run. His steps take him invariably to the VIP cabin, where he raps sharply on the door. After a few moments, an irate female voice answers from within.* "All right, all right! For pity's sake, can't a girl wash her hair in peace?" *The cabin door flies open, and Rose steps out, a towel wound around her head. Turning slightly crimson, she peeks down the corridor.* "Sorry. I thought it was that steward guy, seeing if I 'needed anything' again." "What's the problem? I told them to dote on you, remember?" "Weeellll...all right. As long as they stop popping in here every five minutes!" *Readjusting the towel, she looks up curiously.* "What was it, anyway? Some news?" "No...but we might just make some. Go and raid your wardrobe, and dig out an evening dress...maybe that blue one, that looks so good on you. We're going on a bit of a stealthy observation." "Oh! Does that mean we'll be seeing the dashing captain in a suit and tie?" *RR grumbles slightly, pulling his hat down over his eyes.* "We'll see." ****************************************** *Later in the evening, a well dressed couple strides over the docks, leaving behind a well disguised motorlaunch at a discreet pier. Looking resplendent in a pale blue gown, Rose pulls a white shawl closer around her shoulders, as she leans on RangerReady's arm. The tuxedoed captain nods in greeting to passers by, while keeping his eyes well focused on the shadows. The walk to the snazzy hotel that Fernando arranged for the team is uneventful, but RR knows that the passages to and from the establishment will be well watched, and hides his usual demeanor behind that of a suitor and his lady, playing the tourists. At the entrance, Rose whistles softly.* "Wow. Nice digs." "No kidding. When Fernando does something, he does it with class. Have you got that...insurance, that I gave you?" *Slipping a hand into her clasp purse, Rose runs her fingers gently over the curves of the small, nickel-plated Derringer that lies within.* "Right where I need it." *Approaching the entrance to the hotel's downstairs restaurant, RangerReady reaches into his inside pocket, subconsciously chelling the old Colt .45 that rests at his vest, as he draws out a reservation slip. He hopes that the armory officer remembered to load the rubber bullets he asked for. Presenting the slip to the maitre'd's inquiring glance, he inquires after their table.* "Captain and Mrs. R. Huntley, Glasgow Cruiselines." "Ah yes, signor! Right this way, your table is waiting." *On the way, Rose nudges him, chuckling.* "Captain and Mrs?" "Don't look at me. It'd appear a trifle strange any other way!" *The pair are seated at a corner table, as RangerReady had requested, and are left alone with their menus...and with the crowd. Peering over the parchment folder, RR makes a knowing sound.* "I thought so." "What?" "Look over there." "Who am I supposed to be looking at?" "The vole by the door. That's Enrico Carreras...assassin, spy, and all around destruction for hire. He and I have crossed swords before...and if he's here, then there's others of his ilk lurking about, too. Which tells me only one thing about our friends' mission." "What's that?" "It's not a secret. At least, not to someone. And knowing Carreras' kind...I don't think it's somebody Fernando planned on." "That still doesn't tell us why every agency on the face of the planet seems interested in this mission!" "No...but it gets us closer." -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo had been expecting trouble so, as was his custom, he kept an ace up his sleeve. That ace consisted of around 25 ruffians from local bars that would fight for a nickel. He had borrowed some money from the mission budget and used his 'lone Stranger' costume, as not to be recognized and dropped in on a few of the ruffian leaders to make them a deal. Even though everyone had decided to try a local Italian restaurant, Hondo had told them he would be late. Hondo had decided, when in Rome do as the Romans. He 'borrowed a suit from the wait staff at the hotel and forged a new scheduled to make sure he would be stationed at the door to take hats and coats. He had heard of RR and Rosie's recon idea, through an informant on RR's ship, an informant who only informed Hondo, and he decided to help out. Hondo dyed his hair black and put in some eye color changing contacts and darkened his skin with some make-up. *I hate using this stuff, but it is for a good cause.* he thought. As RR and Rosie entered they did not recognize Hondo. of course he did not say much but just nodded. He knew if he said too many Italian words or English words his fake accent would break down. As He took RR's hat he managed to drop a small mic onto Rosie's shawl and it discreetly stuck there. Hondo watched as they sat down. after they after they had been seated Hondo moved closer to get a view of their faces. he heard RR say, "The vole by the door. That's Enrico Carreras...assassin, spy, and all around destruction for hire. He and I have crossed swords before...and if he's here, then there's others of his ilk lurking about, too. Which tells me only one thing about our friends' mission." Hondo saw who he was talking about and made a move to get behind him. When Hondo got in place behind this vole he pressed a button in his pocket. the vole showed no notice of his presence. all of a sudden a rabble, that appeared drunken, came through the door, Hondo's ace. they were loud and itching for a fight. They pushed past the replacement door greeter, past the host and entered the main dining area. a few good men in the Hotel Restaurant tried to stop them, and that was what Hondo had planned. A fight broke out. Chaos reigned. The fight drew the patrons attention, and the wait staff tried to call the police, but the phones were out. Later a unconscious guard would claim a masked stranger, wearing gloves, installed a device that remotely cut the phone connection. While everyone was watching this deplorable display of violence, Hondo came up behind the vole and stabbed him with a Thorazine pen, which promptly knocked him out. he then removed him through the now empty, because of the fight, employee area and up an elevator to his room. Hondo then tied him up securely and stuck him in the closet. he pushed another button, on his remote, that signaled the ruffians retreat, and the end of their paid job, for now. they scattered before the police arrived. Hondo and his captive were not seen by eye or camera as the fight held all eyes and Hondo had set a camera shut down on his laptop to mask their movement. Hondo left over the roof tops and made it to the Italian restaurant in time to eat his food that he had asked Gadget to pre-order for him. He did not tell the group what was done, as spies were still a threat. He did leave Fernando a note in a space only he would notice one. He had sent him a warning note earlier in the day as to his plans, but the messenger was shot and the note unread. He told Fernando, in the new note, to meet him in his room. He had a gift. he also said in the note,"If possible, come by way of the balcony. I'll be on the roof watchin' for your arrival." *Well, I hope he doesn't blow up about having a prisoner. I hope either RR or SWE can keep him in their brig until we have to release him, until then maybe he will spill his guts.* Hondo thought as he ate his jalepeneo extra cheese spaghetti. *probably be wrong no matter what, but at lease I did wrong in style!* -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair sat in his room, listening to some MIDI files, while secretly watching windows. Suddenly something caught his attention. <> He exited his room, locking the door behind him and causciously went downstairs. What he witnessed was a scene of total mayhem. Broken tables, their legs used as clubs, peoples flying left and right. Then he spotted an individual that caught his attention. Because he was stil sitting at his table. <> -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - That late evening, Bink and Jose were walking together in a deserted park. Jose walked ahead of Bink. From a distance Anne, the red-haired mouse from the restaurant, fires a tranquilizer sniper rifle at Bink. Before being hit by the single shot, Bink hears the sound and draws her P239. In the few seconds she remains conscious, she tries to determine the direction of the shooter. The P239 falls out of Bink's as she lands on the ground. With precision timing, a van pulls up. Starting from within the van, masked rodents take out Jose. With Jose's lifeless body now on the ground, the rodents from the van retrieve Bink who will remain unconscious for the next few hours. The van drives off. Bink's P239 remains on the ground, close to Jose's body. On her two-way, Anne says, "The RF has Bink." "Copy." "Do you have satellite feed?" "Affirmative. Coming in clear." "Anyone else tracking them?" "Negative." "Roger." In a villa located in the mountains, the sedated Bink is brought into a secured room awaiting for her. -------------------------------------------------- WildIrishRose - - - - - Everyone was shocked when the ruffians came into the dining room of the hotel, none were more shocked than Rose and RR. *Both stand, Rose exclaiming* What the...?! *RR pushes her behind him and stays out of the conflict.* "Charlie, shouldn't we do something?" "No, more we act like startled tourists, the better. We need to attract as little attention as possible" *Something catches Rose's eye and she nudges RR on the shoulder* "Charlie! Look!" *They both look just in time to see Carreras being dragged through the door to the employees area....by the man at the door! They exchange a glance as the room quiets down and they sit again at their table* "Is he one of Fernando's people?" *Rose asks* "I'm not sure. As soon as I can get a free moment I'll reconnect with the lieutenant and see if he knows anything." *The two resume their cover as now rather shaken tourists* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - *likes whats going on- total uncalled for chaos and mayhem :mrgreen: * Fernando gives the note to DOS and has her read it for him and to give a basic summary with as few words as possible. Though his eyesight is 40% restored, he cant see minute details and is still relying on his other (enhanced) senses to make up for the loss. DOS whispers to Fernando what the notes says. Fernando whispers to DOS: I'll deal with it after dinner. Tell Jeanette after I leave. DOS: Anything else? Fernando: Finish dinner. I'll say what I have to say during dessert. DOS nods at Fernando. With dinner's main course done, the waiters come over to with the dessert trays, everyone picking up something they like. Fernando takes a dark chocolate moose covered cheesecake. As the waiters leave, Fernando call to the attention of the group. Once he has their attention, he speaks. Fernando: Look people. Everyone has been handed an extra set of guns and ammo. These are your primary weapons, do not use your own guns unless it is neccessary to use deadly force. Chip: I dont understand why we need weapons in the first place. Fernando: Chip, I bet you're one of those idiots that would go to a gun fight with a mouth full of words... Chip: Non-Violence is the way to go. Fernando: Dont give me that pacifist bull. Everyone who went that route was killed by the very means they tried to avoid. If anything they have taught me is self-preservation is number one! Self defense is close behind as number two. So if you want to end up like Ghandi, Christ or King- then shut up! Chip just stares at Fernando as if he was certifiable. In fact, most were, in silence. Fernando: Now, if you all been reading your Palm updates, you will know that this nation we are in on a verge of civil war. Government corruption is at its all time worse. Crime is organized and rampant. In short, the people here just do not care! And since they dont care, some have taken extraordinary messures to insure success at any cost. That cost includes the lives of others. That includes our lives are worthless to them. Everyone stare in awe and disbelief. Fernando: I see that everyone has been reading my updates. Sheesh, I swear. Look. All our lives are at stake, some of you take it seriously, the rest of you are not. We all understand that we are to rescue Bink. The problem is the group that has her has condictioned her to not want to come back. Worst yet, they turned her into a killing machine. Now, if we can capture Bink for the rescue, and bring her back to the Cafe, what prevents her for killing us when we least expect it? She needs to be de-programmed, and that is a minor concern I have. Chip: We can deal with that when we get there. Fernando: Just like you dealt with Gadget? Lets get real. If we are going to rescue Bink, we are going to nuetralize those dealing with her in a non-lethal way. Deadly force is used as a last option, use only as neccessary. In short, I do not want this rescue to be a cause for a country to use as an excuse for their private little war. Gadget: You expect this to happen? I mean, because we rescue Bink, for civil war tobreak out? Fernando: Bink and several others is being used by the government to stop terrorists from starting this war. Terrorists are looking for a way to stop the government. So if Bink disappears, the government is going to think the terrorists did it, and esculate their anti-terrorist activities. The terrorists will take their actions further. To be honest, I dont care about government policies or terrorist activities. As far as all are concerned, we are terrorists because we are going to go after one of their own. This is why I want minimal damage. This is why we are going with the tranq guns I built. Everyone remains silent to allow for what was said to sink in. Dale: I think we all get the point. Monty: Just as long as we kick some major tail... Gadget: Monty... Fernando: There are two draw backs with this: 1) the Thorazine takes 5 seconds to kick in, so timing is everything. Chip: Whats the second? Fernando: I was about to get to it... 2) Its can only be used at close range. 50ft at most. Chip: I see. Fernando: We will have 1 last day of intell collecting. Then we will attempt a rescue tomarrow night. Chip (as well as a few others): Tomorrow night?!! Fernando: We need to do this quickly, and effectively as possible. Gadget: Thats not enough time to prepare! Fernando: We'll have 2 more meal meetings, then we strike. Chip: That is not enough time! Fernando: If you were reading the palm updates, you would know... Arik: I agree with them, its not enough time. Fernando: We dont have time anymore. Chip: Why not? Fernando: They are here, in this hotel as far as I can tell. Furthermore, everybody and their mommas have been observing us ever since we walked off the planes. Monty: Why are we being observed? Chip: By who would be a better question to ask. Fernando: Think about it Chip. A nation on the verge of civil war. A group in their fanciest hotels. Unlimited budgets. Open held meetings. Not that any of would matter, but since everyone is walking on glass here, everything that happens is under scrutany. To them, we could be a funding source for their war in the way of investors, or as hostages. A source of information... like it or not, we are targets. And we're being targetted by anyone and everyone who has some form of power... so if you dont mind, I would like to get this done and be out of this place as soon as possible! No better time than tomarrow. Most disagree. But somebody speaks upon his behalf. Jeanette: Fernando's right. We need to get this done without wasting any more time. DOS: We have all the neccessary imformation. Chip: Then explain how are we to rescue Bink? Fernando: I'll do that tomarrow. Right now I have to go. Fernando gets up and walks away to the rest of the group. He makes way to Hondo's room and waits by the balcony. After several minutes, Hondo shows up. Hondo: I have something to show you. Fernando (following Hond backinto the room): And what would that be? Hondo: This. Hondo opens his closet, showing a tied up body inside, barely conscious. Fernando was not impressed. Fernando: Who is he? Hondo: Thats Enrico Carreras, a spy, assassin, all around scum... Fernando: Why is he here? Hondo: He got too close for comfort. Fernando: Hmmm.... OK. Now that you have him, what are you going to do with him? Hondo: I thought you would approve. Fernando: Look, I would otherwise. But not this time. Consider that you're swimming in pool full of sharks. Take down one shark, and the others might go into a feeding frenzy with you in the pool with them. The only way to save yourself before the feeding frenzy begins is to get rid of the shark you just got. Hondo: I understand; I'll call the Navy to come pick him up. Fernando (as he clses the closet door): Just do it without stirring up much attention. Hondo (as Fernando starts to walk out the room): Will do. Fernando (as he stops by the door): Good work. Hondo nods back. Fernando then walks away. Eventually making his way to his room, and rests on the bed, covering his eyes with the pillow though still remaining dressed as he was for dinner, except for his shoes which were on the floor. His cane leans against the night stand bythe bed. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady 23 - - - - - *RangerReady watches the scene play out impassively, his hand resting unobtrusively near his vest. Something about this entire encounter smells...and it's not the bleu cheese dressing on the salads.* "Rosie...that fellow at the door..." "Which one?" "The one that took down Carreras. Did you recognize him?" *The blonde mousemaid looks doubtful.* "He was familiar, sure...but recognize...?" *Understanding begins to dawn on RR slowly, and he buttons his tuxedo's jacket, picking up a fork and digging back into his salad.* "I'm not sure I recognized the guy implementing this hullabaloo...but I sure recognize the methodology. Hondo's around here, somewhere." "D'you think he knows we're here?" "Oh, I'd say it's a pretty good guess. I wouldn't doubt that Fernando knows too, at this point. But for the time being, I'd rather keep as many other people in the dark as possible!" *A thoughtful expression passes over Rose's features.* "What about Gadget?" "What about her?" "If you dropped her a line, maybe she'd be able to help, in a pinch. She knows what's going on, on Fernando's end. We might be able to respond quicker if she knew where we were, and how to get to us." *RR mulls over the suggestion, nodding in approval.* "Basic strategy 101. Nicely done, cute stuff!" *Chuckling at her apparent blush, the captain begins running possibilities in his head. If Gadget were to be contacted, in order to bring the two forces into coordination...how could it be done? Without tipping everyone's hand, of course.* "The chip!" "What about him?" "No, no, not Chip, Rosie. The chip. The one in Gadget's head!" "I thought they deactivated it." "They did, and as far as I know, it's been deprogrammed. But it's still a link into her brain. If I can dig the autoresponse frequency out of her file at the Cafe, I might be able to send her a message via it's onboard transponder!" *Tossing down several large denomination bills onto the table, to cover the chell and a generous tip, he offers her his arm, and the two depart the ground level restaurant quietly, on a course back to the ship. RR has seen much, this night, and knows that preparation is in order.* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - 3AM; some 7 hours later. Fernando was not able to sleep; though sleep was not his intent. The White-Out of his retinas is reduced to 80%, things are still like in a thin fog, even in the darkness of night. He strectches on the bed, causing several joints to slip and pop loudly. Then he relaxes on for a moment before sitting up. He takes his shoes and walk to the window. Far into the distance, he can barely see the fountain in the distance, perhaps some 140 yards, and 85 feet below. Something did not feel right for some reason. Too quiet, perhaps. Sleep would be good. but the nerves crave for something more. He is not sure if Italy has their own flying squirrels, perhaps bats and a couple of nocternal birds. So, putting on his glasses, he takes his cane and secure the items in his pocket before taking a running start, and a leap out the window. Within a few seconds he softly lands just a few feet from the fountain. He takes a couple of steps to the fountain, and puts the tip of the cane on the ground, where it meets with the fountain. He placed on hand over the other, on top of the cane, with the thong of the cane over his thumb. The cascading water fall of the fountain fills his ears. His only thoughts other than the mission or those involved is that he would be rather peeved if somebody takes a sniper shot to his head, than to his back where layers of bulletproofing that protects him. Nontheless, he continues to stand there. -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - Midnight has managed to stay unharmed during the brawl, but only because he spent that timespan in the restroom. So he has been quite surprised upon finding parts of the restaurant in a mess. The next morning, Midnight is having breakfast at the hotel he is staying in, the one close to Malpensa Airport which he chose to spend his nights in for now and have the mission's official hotel as a backup. The airshow refuses to leave his mind, but not because of the classic warbirds in perfect running condition. Not only is it the most important event in Milan around this time, it may also serve him and his disguise. People don't have to know that he calls a P-51D his own, too. But he can disguise as the warbird enthusiast that he is anyway. "Excuse me," a voice says, "is this chair free?" The voice reveals a slight Dutch accent. And it is female. Midnight looks up and sees a beautiful female rabbit. She is dressed in a white shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He then secretly glances around. There are actually wholly free tables. But he doesn't see any point in not letting that lapine lass sit with him. Yet. "Sure, feel free to sit down," he invites her, and so she does. "Hi," the rabbit speaks and offers a handshake which Midnight accepts, "I'm Rebecca, Rebecca Conijn. Hey, are you going to the airshow, too? I'm sure it's gonna be exciting!" "Well, yes, I love old aircraft from World War II. The raw power of piston engines, y'know..." 'What the... she doesn't want to know my name, and she's interested in vintage aircraft? Besides, why would a woman other than Gadget or Dawn sit down with me when half of the room is empty?' Most of the time from then on, it's Rebecca who's talking. Her grandfather was a pilot in World War II, so he had a lot of contact with the military aircraft technology of that time. Impressed by what he experienced, he has passed this enthusiasm on to his daughter by showing her old photographs and taking her to exhibitions, museums, and airshows. At least that's what she says. While speaking, she even gets flirtations at times, even if all of her flirting attempts burst upon Midnight like soap bubbles. He in turn avoids mentioning his own plane or that he's a pilot himself. Having started earlier, Midnight finishes his breakfast before Rebecca does. "Well," he says as he gets up, "I'm going to my room now. Need to do a couple of things today, so there's few time to waste." "Okay, it was nice talking with you," Rebecca answers. "See you at the airshow!" On his way up the stairs (he avoids the elevator), Midnight lets his meeting with Rebecca Conijn replay in his mind, repeating certain scenes like on a professional video cassette recorder. This rabbit does not look like a warbird buff. Midnight knows better than judging a book by its cover, but his talk with her has allowed him to flip through the pages a bit. Back in his room, he finds a message on the palm. It came from DOS. Code: Careful, Midnight. As already mentioned, people know that and maybe even why we're here. This rabbit girl you've just met is a hired hand working for the government. Rebecca Conijn is not a false name. She thinks she's elite enough to use her real name so that nobody would seriously look for it as it "can only be fake." Her grandfather on her father's side is a politician in the Netherlands, and he suffers from high anxiety. Her grandfather on her mother's side died before she was born. Be very careful if you ever meet her again. In case you do go to the airshow, have an eye on a P-51 in silver Italian Air Force livery. It's piloted by a certain Giorgio de Luca a.k.a. "Gio Pinin", a Turin-based pilot. He has got connections to the government, too, and maybe even to the SWA; however, I'm still scanning for more evidence. Unlike your craft, his Mustang is equipped with working guns. The airshow will involve aerobatics above the city of Milan, albeit at a distance to the commercial airports in order not to disturb public air traffic. DOS 'Don't worry, DOS,' Midnight thinks to himself. 'Even if he was an assassin, he wouldn't shoot at us in the streets of Milan from a WWII warbird. Nobody is that crazy, and those who are would never be hired by any government.' OOC: Italian Mustang (http://www.mustangsmustangs.com/p-51/survivors/pages/44-73444.shtml), in case someone's interested - - - - - -End Page 22

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:37pm Fernando - - - - - Fernando's thoughts go back to just a few days ago, right before the the start of the mission, the meeting with the other suits as he chelled out the 737BBJ. [quote] ...Fernando: They can kill me, but I'll will kill you as they kill me. No one threatens my daughter- Not you, not god. And now that you have, you are going to pay for that stupid comment. Squirrel Suit: And for yours, you just made this mission a one way trip, at least for you. Fernando: We'll see about that. [\quote] - - - - - Fernando begins to wonder how much of this is personal and how much of this is just agency greed. Or even just a hollow threat made? Governmentally speaking, child assassins makes the best warriors for short term projects, but things goes unstable in the long term. The CIA would love to get their head shrinkers on Bink and the others to pick apart and reconstruct onto others. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - Moonlight from the nearly-full moon reflected off of the calm waters of the Mediterranean sea and illuminated the USS Texas and her battle group. The shafts of ghostly light silhouetted BBBG 2TX38 against the night sky. No other illumination emanated from the ships; the battlegroup was operating in blacked out conditions as it steamed northwards towards Toulon, France. The French had failed to show for the NATO exercise; the aircraft carrier Charles de Galle had developed engine trouble and was still in port. BBBG 2TX38 was now positioned roughly 100 miles west of the island of Corsica and 90 miles south of Toulon, steaming at 25 knots. They would reach Toulon in mid-morning and make a brief port call. Inside his cabin, Eddie was burning the midnight oil. As commanding officer of the Texas, he was also the battle group's Strike Warfare Commander, which meant that he was responsible for the planning and execution of all offensive and defensive strike operations for the entire group. And now, he had just been given new intelligence that worried him. Italy was on the brink of civil war. It was now becoming clear why the Navy had wanted Texas to partake in an exercise in the Mediterranean Sea, of all places: deterrence, and a show of force. Thousands of American tourists were in Italy. If something happened, Texas could provide leverage to ensure their safety. It was all starting to make sense to Eddie now. Though he wasn't sure, the captain was willing to bet that there was also a Nimitz carrier strike group ready to enter the Mediterranean region at a moment's notice, too. As gung-ho as RangerReady was about his Enterprise, that ship was older than even the Texas. And Texas was into her sixties...a senior citizen of warships. Eddie had no idea what 'upgrades' his friend and fellow captain had managed to make, but he didn't have time to wonder about that now. The vulpine captain rested his head on his hand and stared down at the charts and reports spread out before him. It was almost as if he had been transported back in time nearly sixty-five years and was planning for Allied landings at Palermo, Salerno, Anzio. It was not his choosing what the targets would be. Rather, it was his job to plan exactly how to engage them. Eddie pushed the charts aside and rubbed his eyes. He looked down at his coffee cup. Empty. The fox groaned and went to the coffee pot. It too was empty. Eddie decided to give up, since he wouldn't get much more work done that night. Instead, he stuffed the charts into his desk drawer and locked it, and then left is cabin. Instead, Eddie climbed his way up Texas's conning tower, all the way up to the 09 level, and stepped out onto the conning bridge. Here, all was quiet, except for the quiet hum of the ship's engines far below and the sound of the giant ship moving through the water. Far ahead, Eddie could just barely make out the glow of Toulouse and Marseilles. To starboard, the cruiser USS San Jacinto was silhouetted against the full moon. Eddie sat up on the conning bridge for almost an hour, enjoying the cool morning air and giving thought to the situation. Every half hour, the ship's bell rang out. After two bells had gone by, Eddie turned and went back inside. Hopefully he would be able to catch a little sleep before morning. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Robertts - - - - - I am a Soldier that Means I'm Both the defendant and the Judge I am standing on both ends of the flame Rounding Curves Overtaking life and death I Run and Fight with False shadows no matter how many threads of deception are woven together the truth shal lumnate the face of light Tears for the day when our pain is far behind On your feet come with me We are solders stand or die Save your fears take your place Save them for the judgement day fast and free follow me time to make the sacrifice We rise or fall Alex II in Ghost Mode walking around the city when his communatior went on Alex II: Yea Razhal: Major We need to find a way to stop the Civil War before it started Alex II: Yea I Know we need to find away Razhal: I know but also did you hear that Jose died and Bink was Capture by RF Alex II: Thant means Razhal: Yes Fase one is out of the way but we not out of the woods yet SWA Will Conduct a Invesagation and if they Find out that RF was Resposiobal also found out our friends may be responbal I am using Ghost Hackers to hack into there Computers using Fals infor SO they won't find our friends or any of us Alex II: Ok Tell me and what abou the Red Hair Mouse Girl? Razhal: Totasabe is watching her Ghost mode also they send us Takatorgas the Think Tanks Alex II: I see so were mine *Then a tink Tank came to him Ami (Takatokaga): I am Right here boss Alex II: OK you rname Ami: Name Ami and I am going to be your partner Alex II: *Sweetdrop* (Man A Tank with a Child Mind gese) "Well Be invisibal and stay out of sight if I need you Ami: Yes sir *the Think Tank Dissaperd and left* Alex II: Man hope we make it out of alive *Heading to see Fernando in his car* -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - In the early morning, in the park where Jose's body is discovered, the scene is taped off. An investigator takes pictures of the scene and evidence. "That's disgusting." "It looks like he was probably murdered late last night." Inspector Baracchi observed. "The man runs an import firm. It does not appear to be motivated by theft. His wallet is full of cash. It's odd, why would the killer leave his gun behind?" "Good question, you don't see expensive handguns like that every day." "Inspector Baracchi." An officer calls from a distance. "What you got?" Inspector Baracchi asked. "There are a couple of agents from Intelligence to investigate." "Intelligence agents?" Baracchi asked. "Well, well, this is getting better every minute." Jean and the chief walk to the scene. "Who is the officer in charge?" Jean asked. "I'm Inspector Baracchi. So tell me, what did we do to get Intelligence all the way out here?" "We have reason to believe this may be related to an ongoing investigation. We will take over all contingencies from here. You will find all the necessary paperwork's been handled." Jean hands Baracchi a large, stuffed envelope. "Fine. It's all yours." Baracchi and the other investigator walk away from the scene. "Inspector, don't you find it odd for them to show up like that? How would Intelligence even find out?" "If they want to clean up the mess, fine by me. Although they do strike me as a little odd. Those guys seem way too organized to be regular intel but got the papers signed by the right people. Lets just let sleeping dogs lie." Baracchi and the other investigator enter their car and drive off. Jean examines the body of his brother. "Shot in the head, execution style." "Were Jose and Bink out on an assignment or were they in the wrong place at the wrong time?" The chief asked. "The log says they were out on personal reasons." Jean answered. "At this time there is no way of knowing who did it. If Bink was taken and Jose hit because of their affiliation with the agency it could be the RF or southern mafia or another agency." "I want the kidnappers and killers found immediately." "Yes, sir." "What about the press?" "Don't worry, it won't get covered. Ferro has already taken care of the media." Jean answered. "Get Jose's body out of here as soon as the evidence is gathered. I have to get back to report this to the director." "Understood." -------------------------------------------------- Dos & Arik - - - - - In a Section 1 office, Pietro Fermi, a gentleman mouse enters. "You needed to see me?" Another mouse behind a desk addresses Pietro. "Have you heard about what happened this morning?" "I head something about a puppet in section 2 being kidnaped." "One of our men was killed. They still don't know who's responsible." "That's what happens when you go out for a Sunday drive." "I want you to look into this situation." The one behind the desk ordered. "This might be a good chance to put pressure on Section 2. Section 1 will hold its own investigation." "So what do you want me to do?" Pietro asked. "I don't like the idea of cyborgs running around killing people. They say it's the way of the future. I disagree. Your report could recommend the termination of Section 2." "I understand." "I want you to chell out these cyborgs. Find out what they are really up to." -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - After Fernando left the room, Hondo dressed as a hotel bag boy and loaded the vole into a large trunk. He then wheeled said trunk out of the hotel. no one noticed him as big luggage was often moved to and from the hotel. Hondo delivered the trunk to his hired ruffians, who he had called in for further assistance. He arranged a meeting between the ruffians and a contact from RR's ship. they gave them the trunk which was then transported to the ship and its contents emptied into the brig. After Hondo dropped off the trunk to the ruffians he hauled luggage for a few tourists, as not to raise suspicion, then retired to his room. Hondo sat in the shadows on the balcony to keep watch. later in the night he saw Fernando fly down to the fountain. He knew Fernando just needed to think so Hondo kept watch to make sure of the commanders safety. *Well, another day will dawn soon.* Hondo thinks to himself. *What have we gotten into.* With that in mind Hondo assents to the roof, being careful not to skyline himself and does his thrice nightly patrol. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then Ghost hacker found about Section 1 "SIr Section 1 in Italy found out about Section 2 Razale: What Great Get Section 3 and 4 have them Help Section 2 making sure no one talk about that Bink Case also Get Section 9 and 11 let them know make sure Bink is Safe also by puting some of there men immated RF and Meet with Ann Nando Concat Ghost Hacker: Right *calling Section 3, 4,9,and 11 Razale: Alex II Did you hear Alex II: Yea I heard Section one is being nosiey right now Razale: I need you to Call CIA have a CIA Person to Intspect Pietro tomorow Alex II: I know he is a Teenager name Agent Codey Mouse a 15 year old Teeneager so he will be there tomorow Razale: Also Section 2 going to be temeremnated so I want you to head to Section 2 and Portected it from Section 1 3,4,9, and 11 will be there too Alex II: Right we will be there wating for Section 1 Party then let them get a suprise form us Razale: the Ghost hackers will make a Flause news Report say that Section 1 Members was gundown by Italy liberations Alex II: Well that will make them comefuse I will have the Techecoages as Back up too aslo Defense Razale: Right and I will Call Fernando leting know what going on Alex II: Ok Over and out Batoza, Kazaupa, Satosia, Tosaga, and Sastoba We going to give Section 2 a hand Batoza; I See Section 1 is geting bit supiscopus Satosia: IF they find out we are here Tosaga: That mean our cover will be blowen Alex II: Right so Let head to Section two Bulding and Pervent it form happing All: Right *Then they drove off to Section 2 Bulding with Techekatomas* * Razale: *Callaing Nando* "Fernando Bad news sorry to wake you up but Section 1 is geting close that we are behind Bink Kidnapping and Section 2 is in danger we are going to porect it too so call Ann tell her move bink to another Section 10 Safe house about 5 Miles form Milian -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - News headlines were splashed across the front pages the next day. Not all the front pages, of course. Some newspapers had been... silenced. But there were others, newspapers with reporters who did not normally bother to investigate too much, who published anything and everything they could... who appeared to know an amazing amount about the story. "Man Found Dead In City Park!" "Murder By Night!" (in one of the more sensationalist publications): "Crime of Passion!" ...and so on, generally accompanied by a picture of Jose, dead. Naturally, journalists found themselves answering serious questions which were being asked by very serious men in suits. But even those who did not try to hide behind journalistic anonymous sources were unable to provide the source of an email which had carried the basic story, including pictures (which had been copied from the police database, much to the surprise of the journalists). Computer forensics on the emails failed to trace them back to a single source or, for that matter, a single country. They were definately not traced back to an AI bat. However, no-one suggested that Jose was any more than he had appeared. (Well, technically several did - there were five seperate vague insinuations that he was a wife-beater and four that he was a member of some anonymous criminal gang - but none of them gave any hint that they had any idea in what way Jose was really any more than he appeared). -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair picked up a newspaper from a stand by the butique. He chose one of the less decent, for obvious reasons. <> Right on the front page there was an article about a murder in Milan. An older male mouse was shot in the head. Near him a semi-automatic was found. <> Sinclair takes a closer look at the picture. <> -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando gets back to is room early in the morning as the sun rose from the east. His eyesight restored nearly 100%, he continues tapping his cane as if he was still blind, concentrating on his other senses. In the background, he can hear a few people discussing about the news, 'Body Found In Park.' Within that discussion somebody questioned why not every newspaper is not covering the story, and a comment by one of the Hotel manager, "It happens so often, its not printing on their pages." Listening further, he notices that each newspaper that has printed the story, has a different version of it. Fernando thinks to himself, 'All this disinformation can only mean one thing...' He gets to his room, where the phone rings before his rear end hits the bed. He answers the phone, and gets his answer. Razale explains to him that Bink has been kidnapped by another faction, and her handler killed. Fernando hands up the phone. His thoughts, 'It has gotten serious.' He sends an emergency message to everyone's Internet palm device, with an emergency alert attached to it; which will make the palm unit beep and vibrate until its owner reads it. Code: -Breakfast meeting cancelled. -Lunch meeting pending. -Bink has been taken by others. -Her handler, killed. -DOS, Mightnight, Charles, Sincliar, Jeanette; perpare for an emergency pullout using the LJ60s. -Tammy, report to my room immediately. -Everyone else, await further instructions. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair is in his room preparing for the day when the intercom signals a new message. He reads it, grabs his belongings (minus the bricks in the bags) and hurries outside. As he is driven to the airport he sinks in his thoughts again. It has begun. *** After several minutes Charles wakes up as the driver asks him something. He is about to reply when he catches sight of their surroundings. They are heading out of town! There is also a gun pointed at his stomach. "Don't do anything foolish unless you want to die right now." "You don't know me very well..." With a quick and seemingly lazy move the driver finds three blades sticking out of his right lung. His eyes go wide in shock and he falls on the steering wheel. The gun goes off. Sinclair throws him back on the seat and grabs the wheel with his right hand. He drives into an alley, opens the door and kicks the assailant out of the cab. He quickly makes his way back to the airport. "Drat!" he says to himself, examining his uniform. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Razale: *Callaing Nando* "Fernando Bad news sorry to wake you up but Section 1 is geting close that we are behind Bink Kidnapping and Section 2 is in danger we are going to porect it too so call Ann tell her move bink to another Section 10 Safe house about 5 Miles form Milian [\quote] - - - - - OOC: We do not have Bink. The RF does. However, Section 2 believes we are behind the nabbing of Bink and the killing of Jose. By the way, I will be leaving today and will be back Sunday or Monday. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Razale: *Callaing Nando* "Fernando Bad news sorry to wake you up but Section 1 is geting close that we are behind Bink Kidnapping and Section 2 is in danger we are going to porect it too so call Ann tell her move bink to another Section 10 Safe house about 5 Miles form Milian [\quote] - - - - - OOC: We do not have Bink. The RF does. However, Section 2 believes we are behind the nabbing of Bink and the killing of Jose. By the way, I will be leaving today and will be back Sunday or Monday. [\quote] - - - - - I know, I caught that mistake too. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [OCC] EXPLAINATION: -SWA (Social welfare Agency) is an Italian Agency with 2 sections. -Their only job is to find criminals, terrorists, mafiaso, and other negative elements of society, and kill them. They work in an area that is 'above the law.' -Section 1 of the SWA does the following: Information gathering. Using Hospital and Orphanges, gather girls for Section 2. Provide medical assistance to Section 2 Provide cybernetics onto the girls to enhance performance Start brainwashing condictioning onto the girls Hide all activities within their records. -Section 2 of the SWA does the following: Pairs the girls to a male handler Trains girls into combat readiness Continues brainwashing techniques to insure loyalty from the girls Conducts Killing Missions using the girls/handlers. Provide a living environment to the girls (food, sleep, education, shelter,etc). -------------------------------------------------- We are/were dealing with the Section 2 to get Bink back. Now one of the terrorist factions (one man's terrorist is another's war hero), has captured and kidnapped Bink, and killed her handler [COMMENT] Many agencies and independents know we are here and why. Bink being kidnapped and her handler being killed will be blamed on somebody. Since many know what our mission is supposed to be, many fingers will soon be pointing at us. [/COMMENT] The sections Charles are naming, are (or have to be) CIA sections, which have to do nothing with the Italian government or the SWA. [/OCC] -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - OOC: I am beginning to think that some of you are forgetting who the bad guys are. The RF and the SWA are the bad guys, though at opposite ends. -------------------------------------------------- - End Page 23

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:37pm Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] OOC: I am beginning to think that some of you are forgetting who the bad guys are. The RF and the SWA are the bad guys, though at opposite ends. [\quote] - - - - - To us, the SWA are the bad guys for kidnapping and making Bink into a Gunslinger Girl. Even if they are part of the Italian Government. Until Now, The RF (a terrorist group against the Italian Government), was not considered as a variable, since we are not dealing with the politics of the country... Now that they had moved against the SWA and kidnapped Bink (and killing her Handler Jose), we have been dragged into their little war. And I had thought this was going to be a simple mission. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [OOC] [quote="Fernando"] And I had thought this was going to be a simple mission. [\quote] Famous last words... [/OOC] Sinclair stepped out of the cab and approached the guardpost with a file under his left arm. The fake documents Marco provided for him proved vital again, as he was able to pass into the airport with little attention. He quickly made his way to the plane and changed into his normal clothes, hiding the blood-stained ones in a luggage locker. Code: LJ-Bravo on stand-by. Requesting a two-minute warning to warm-up. - - - - - Fernando - - - - - Its mid-morning, and serveral complaints have been sent back to Fernando. Some had thought that the mission had been cancelled. In Fernando's mind, the mission is on the verge of being cancelled to keep certain rescue members safe. Tammy came to Fernando's room as requested. Fernando was packing up certain important items and sorting out trash. Tammy: You called for me? Fernando: I am going to ask a question... Tammy: Yes? Fernando: For the protection of the group, I'm sending a few to a safe area. The rest are going to continue with the mission. I'm asking you, where do you want to be? Tammy: Anywhere that will put me by my sister... why? Fernando: I do not want you to be alarmed... but your sister has been kidnapped by a terrorist group. Tammy: You're joking, right? Fernnando: I wish I were. Tammy sits on the bed, while Fernando put away a few things, unsure how to respond to him. Fernando drops a newspaper by her, showing Bink's care giver (Handler) murdered in the park. She just looks at it without reaching for it. Fernando: Look, Tammy. Bink was involved in some heavy covert operations, and brainwashed into doing those things. My concerns were in dealing with that programming. But it looks like some terrorist group was also eyeing Bink and her collegues, and made their first move last night. Tammy: What are you going to do? Fernando: I'm sending the less experienced members to a safe place. But I'm going to need you if you want to continue with this. Tammy: Chip and Dale? Fernando: They will be sent back to the safe place. Tammy: Then who will remain? Fernando: Myself. Hondo. Alex II with their CIA operatives. And maybe you. The pilots (Midnight Man, Sinclair, DOS, and Charles) will be flying thhe rest of the teams to the safe place. Tammy: What am I supposed to do? Fernando: First off all, stay at my side at all times. Second, when we find Bink, and I promise we will, to help me bring her back. Fernando starts to walk about the room, looking for other things, and finds Jeanette's gun. He takes it, chells the weapon for ammunition, and its chamber, finding it fully loaded and ready. He chells its safety and then realizes that Jeanette still has the digital watch that would unlock the gun and have it ready for it to fire. Fernando (to himself): (bleep)... Tammy (gets up and walks to him): What is wrong? Fernando: Jeanette has the electronic key that would unlock this gun. Wait... Fernando takes his watch off and puts it on Tammy's wrist. Then he reaches into his holster and take his gun, stuffing it into the waist band of her pants. Tammy: Wait a minute... Fernando: What, you're squeemish about guns? Tammy: Yes. Fernando: These people are not- they killed Bink's caregiver. So killing either of us would be nothing to them. You need to go beyond that fear and fight back, or least you will never see Bink again. Tammy starts to cry, leaning against him and hits his chest with the side of clenched fists. Fernando first takes her by the wrists, then slowly lets her go and hugs her, but slowly and unsure if it was the right thing to do. Fernando (as Tammy continues to cries annd holds him very tightly): Look, Tammy. Its for your protection. If you want to be there, you cant let the fear and the frieght get a hold of you. You must be able to act because your life will depend on it. You can be scared afterwards. Tammy calms down a bit and stops crying. Then she loosen up on her hold on him, and then backs a step back. Still holding on with one hand, she takes the other hand to wipe her tears. Tammy: I think I understand. Fernando: I hope you're right handed. Tammy: What does that have to do with anything? Fernando: Look where the watch is at. The gun can only fire from the hand the watch is on. Tammy: I see. Fernando: Sit on the bed or the chair. I need to work on this other gun. Tammy sits on the bed. Fernando takes Jeanette's gun to the bed with a few tools, and disarm it. Then he starts to disassemble the gun's handle and firing mechanism. He quickly finds the electronics and its locking servo. Within the electronics, he finds a switch labelled DMFM: ON/OFF. It was set to 'OFF'. Fernando: DMFM? Diagnostic Mechanical Firing Mode? It could not be that simple. He switched the switch to 'ON'. A tiny servo clicked into place. Carefully, he lifts the gun and pulls the trigger. The hammer goes through its firing motion. Fernando (as he reassembles the gun): I hope this lasts for a while. He pulls on the trigger a few times, dry-firing the gun successfully with each trigger pull. He then reloads the weapon and puts it in his holster. Without a mecahnical safety, this weapon is ready to fire all the time. Then he notices a tiny hole in the back of the handle, about the size were a paperclip could fit in. Fernando thinks to himself 'D-OH! Thats where the DMFM switch is at!' Tammy: Fernando? Fernando: Yes? Tammy: Thank you. Fernando: Dont thank me yet. Wait until you have Bink back. Tammy: I just dont what to do right now. Fernando: We wait. In fact, lets have lunch. Fernando gets out of the bed, putting away his tools and locking them up. He sneaks a small paperclip into his pants pocket. Then he walks around the bed and takes Tammy by the hand and helps her up. She start to walk to the door, but he does not, and she stops when she finds some resistance from where they held hands. Fernando: I think you should go with the others where its safe. Tammy: Why? Fernando: There are too many who know about this rescue operation. Some are going to try Bink's kidnappingand her caregiver's murder on us. But if you think you can deal with that stress and pressure, then I would want you to stay. Tammy: I'll stay with you. Just one thing? Fernando: What is it? Tammy unbuttons her pants and then gingerly pulls out the gun from her waist band. Tammy: Show me how to shoot this thing? For the next hour Fernando shows Tammy how to use his gun. The simple lesson only teaches how to use and respectfully treat the weapon, but to take a life is something one has to learn on their own. After the lesson, the two go out to lunch. For a moment, they stop at the clost by the door, Fernando pulls out a jacket for Tammy. It obiviously does not match the rest of what she's wearing... Tammy: What's this? Fernando: Its a sports jacket with a bullet proof lining. It was meant for Jeanette to wear, but she's not here and you'll need it more than she will. How does it fit? Tammy: Hard to say. Fernando: How so? Tammy: Tight in some places, loose in others. Fernando: You're not the same size or shape as Jeanette, but it will provide you some protection. Tammy: I'll trust you. They start to leave together. Fernando takes his cane with him, and takes Tammy by the arm as they leave. Both armed with the two guns; and a few extra clips. -------------------------------------------------- HondoI. Sackett - - - - - While waiting Hondo cleans his 3 favorite pistols and the leather double gun shoulder holster he had with him, he prefers the hip holsters, but the shoulder holsters conceal better. One of his pistols, his favorite of the three, is a modified 8 shot .45 cal. La'Matte with a 20 guage shotgun barrel under the regular barrel, that was worn under his left shoulder. under his right shoulder was a modified .50 cal. colt dragoon and lastly in his wastband at the back of his pants was a 12 shot walsh navy .36 cal. w/double set triggers. Hondo pulled out a pair of Dickie's brand black pants, a brown shirt, a black leather bullet proof vest, a knee length black duster and a pinch front black stetson. *well I'll were this when the 'party' starts.* He thought to himself. with that he threw on his leather sport coat and a tan hat and stepped out into the hal to go to lunch. he met up with Tammy and Fernando, but kept back just in case. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - (OH OH SORRY I got mix up) \ Razale: Canale on Section 2 they are part of this too and RF Have Bink Alex II: WHAT Batoza, Kazaupa, Satosia, Tosaga, and Sastoba Hear this too Batoza; They had us Had Kazaupa: Man RF Great We got to deal with them too Tosaga: RF Have Blink Oh Man not good Sastoba: If SWA Try to go after them Alex II: SWA and RF Will Blow out the City MAN Razale: Every one we must stop the SWA and RF also Rescue Blink At all cost also the girls will be there too so If you deal with them use the Tranalkaziers also Be In Ghost mode so they can't see you and use the Takaoakas too There armor will portect you Alex II: Right Every One Milain Must be defend so MOVE OUT and Do not Fire until I or Nando Give the Order Do I Make my Self Clear? All: YES SIR *Then they Turn around and head back too Razale: GHos Hackers find the RF Base aslo Hack into the SWA Section 1 and 2 Files to find out how we can Get rid of the Programing Razale looking outside of the City: Man this going to be a war and if the Presedent Saw this on TV Man he going to send Every Air Force and Army to Stop it mean deveasted the city We must Pervent that form happing too also Italy Presedent will me MAD At the US Presedent too this must not hapen -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - It was mid-morning when Texas and her escorts reached Toulon. Eddie was standing on Texas's bridge drinking a cup of coffee, watching and listening to his crew work. The cruiser USS San Jacinto led the battlegroup into port. Texas followed her, and the three destroyers flanked Texas. None of the ships would actually be tying up at the piers; instead, the battle group would anchor inside the harbor. Since the exercise had been postponed, day passes had been issued to the ships' crews. Eddie reflected on that. If Italy did devolve into civil war, the crew of the Texas and the rest of the group would be busy for a while. Not only would American tourists and personnel have to be extracted from the country, but shipping in the Mediterranean would also have to be protected. And it was entirely possible that either side in the civil war would attack Texas. The crew needed some rest and relaxation if war was to come. Perhaps it would help prepare them. An attack against the Texas would be a phenomenally bad idea on the part of the attacker. No weapon on Earth, short of a direct nuclear hit, could touch the massive ship. Most of her 75,000-ton displacement was armor: a belt of it, 16 inches of solid steel that encased the ship's vital areas: magazines, engine rooms, fire rooms, and electrical trunks. It was even thicker on the ship's conning tower (18 inches) and on the face of her four huge turrets (20 inches.) Virtually anything thrown at the ship was likely to simply bounce off. By contrast, her huge 16-inch/50 caliber batteries could fire a 2700-pound armor penetrating shell that would go through 30 feet of concrete, or a 1900 pound high explosive shell that would create a crater 40 feet wide and 20 feet deep. And if her guns couldn't reach a target, her missiles could. Texas carried 32 Tomahawk cruise missiles as well. An attack against the ship would be met with swift retribution. Eddie walked out onto the starboard wing of Texas's bridge. It was a beautiful sunny Mediterranean morning in the home port of the French Mediterranean fleet, which was laid out before him. The carrier Charles de Galle was tied up at the largest pier on the base, while her engine was being repaired. A Cassard-class destroyer was tied up on the opposite side of the pier, along with several Georges Leygues class destroyers. A French fireboat had trained its hoses in the air to welcome the American fleet Eddie gave a quick salute in the direction of the fireboat, and turned to go back into the wheelhouse just as Texas dropped anchor. His plans for the day involved going ashore briefly with some of the other captains in the battle group and enjoying themselves. After all, they might be at war soon. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Too early to be lunch, too late to be breakfast, Fernando and Tammy sit down in the outdoor part of the hotel’Äôs cafˆ©. They were soon met by Hondo who sat with them. Fernando told the others to sit further from each other but closer to him, giving him full view of the hotel’Äôs exterior in front of him. It also gives and sniper a chance to get at him. Instead, the meal and meeting goes uninterupted: Hondo: What now, chief? Fernando: Cut it out with the chief. It brings unwanted attention. Hondo: Then what sall I call you? Fernando: Fernando, what else. Hondo: Alright then. Whats next, Fernando. Fernando: We wait. Hondo: Why wait? Fernando: We dont know who kidnapped Bink. We have to wait until they make themselves known so we can deal with them. I have my suspicion on who it might be, but there is no proof. And without proof, there can be no rescue. Hondo: I don’Äôt like waiting. Fernando: Neither do I, which is why we must do the do part 2 first. Hondo: And what would that be? Fernando: We are going to be blamed for this. That’Äôs a given. So the SWA and the Italian government is going to act upon us first. Again, we can not do anything until they make their first move. Then we act to neutralize them to the best of our ability. Hondo: Except for the waiting part, I like that plan. Fernando: I thought you would. But like I say, no deadly use of force unless it is called for. Hondo: You sure know how to take the fun out of things. Fernando: Tammy, the pictures please? Tammy hands Fernando a pocketbook sized photoalbum. Fernando opens it up and takes out a couple of pictures of her with Bink in happier times. Just two, before closing the book shut and leaves it on the table. He hands over one of the two pictures to Hondo, the other he holds up as if he were showing it off to the person in front of him, but there was nobody there. Three youg girls walk up to the table, each carrying a violin case. They all all also wearing what looks like a tiny Phonix Hearing aide in their right ears. Fernando: Hello ladies, I was expecting you. Tammy: Who are these girls? Fernando continued to talk to them, ignoring Tammy. Fernando: Your other friend is not here? They all stare at him. He reaches out and hand the closest one the picture of Tammy with Bink, before Bink moved to Italy. The girl take the picture and stares at it. Her friends get closer to also stare at the picture. In a faint and tiny but male voice, Fernando hears the words in Italian, ’ÄúSHOOT HIM!’Äù But nothing happens. Stranger, the girl holding the picture takes a chair from a nearby table, and places it directly across from Fernando, getting on it and kneels on it to get some height from her small stature. Another voice can be heard saying in Italian, Can’Äôt do it, they are all in the way’Äù Fernando: Thank you. Girl kneeling on chair dircetly from Fernando: So you did not do it? Fernando: No. And if I did, I would not have killed the handler. Girl to the right of the one who is kneeling: Then how would you have done it. Fernando: With this... Fernando slowly reaches into the back of his pants and pulls out the dart gun he had made, along with a couple of home made darts, setting them on the table. The girls pick it up and inspect weapons and the ammo. Impressed with the equipment, the girl with the gun aims it under the table and shoots. One could hardly hear the mechanism go 'click' or the 'foomp!' of the dart flying out of the barrel. Just the loud 'thunk!' of the dart impaling itself on the table leg. The other girl reaches down and pulls the dart out of the table leg, and all three look at each other, then all nod. Fernando: Look, girls. I know your handlers can hear me, so I will only say this once. We did not do it. We’Äôre not killers, we’Äôre rescuers. Now we can work together to get Bink back and get those who killed her handler, or we can work separate and get in each other’Äôs way. Girl who is kneeling in front of Fernando turns to face Tammy: Are you Bink’Äôs sister? Tammy: Yes I am and I want her back... Girl who is kneeling in front of Fernando: You would do anything for her? Tammy: I would. The girl standing closest to Tammy reaches inside her jacket pocket, and puls out a smallbook. From the book, she pulls out a small picture of the 3 of them, a 4th girl and Bink, a group picture of the group, with each girl holding a weapon. She gives that picture to Tammy, while taking Tammy’Äôs picture and puts it in her book, which she puts away. Girl who is kneeling in front of Fernando: Anything? Tammy: Anything. Girl who gave Tammy the picture of the group: Would you die for her? Tammy: Yes. Girl who’Äôs kneeling in front of Fernando: Jose died for her. Fernando: Girls... The girl kneeling in front of Fernando reaches over to him and takes off his glasses. She then looks at them, trying to see through them at the sun, raising them high up in the air. Little can be seen since they were built to block out 98% of all incoming light. Then she crosses her arms, continueing to hold them. Girl who have Tammy the picture of the group: Somebody killed Jose, and somebody is going to pay for that. Are you willing to pay that price? Another tiny voice can be heard in Italian, ’ÄúGET OUT OF THE WAY!’Äù Girl who is kneeling in front of Fernando: NO! Other girl next to Tammy: They Did Not Do It! Hondo: Whats Going on here?!! Fernando: A conflict of interest... Hondo: A what? Fernando: These girls were sent to kill us, but their morality and intellegence kicked in, overriding their mission... Hondo: A soldier who thinks for themselves... Fernando: Now you got it. Tammy: You were sent to kill us? The girls all nod. Tammy: But why? Fernando: Its what they do. Its what they are progrmmed to do. But, they are programmed to take down the evil of their society, not the innocent bystanders, at least not on purpose. Girl next to Tammy: If you are willing to die for Bink, then you could not have kidnapped her. Girl kneeling in front of Fernando: If you would have kidnapped Bink, you would be long gone. But yet you are still looking for her. Therefore, you did not do it. Fernando: Question is, who did? Girl kneeling in front of Fernando: The RF. Fernando: One of the terrorist cells? The girl in front of Fernando nods her head. Hondo: What proof you have... Fernando: Hush up... One thing you don’Äôt do is question the faith of a child. Hondo was about to say something, but Fernando stares at him sternly. Then he slowly turns to the girl in front of him. Fernando: Put my glasses down and tell your friend who is not with you to hit it. The girl kneeling in front of Fernando puts down the glasses onto the table. A tiny voice can be heard, telling her to move the glasses to where they can be seen between the bodies of us around it. She then stops, but keeps a finger on them. Then she nods her head. The glasses seem to explode as a high power bullet goes right through them; embedding itself onto the thick wood of the table’Äôs top . But there was no loud bang. Keeping the finger on the glasses kept the frames from flying about wildly. Both Tammy and Hondo stare at the busted up glasses. Fernando: If they wanted to kill us, we would all be dead by now. Why you think I sent the others to a safe place? The girl next to Tammy walks right over to her and hugs her. The one in front of Fernando takes off her Phonix hearing aid and places it in front of him. He slowly reaches for it and take it. Tammy hugs back the girl who holds her, after a moment the both let go of each other, and the three little girls start to walk away. They take the dart gun Fernando had given them and all but one of the darts. As they walked away, Fernando cleans up the mess with a newspaper he has, brushing away the tiny shars of broken glass. Tammy: Those are the one Bink was with? Fernando: Yes. Three waiters come by and put plates of food in front of them. One of them puts a note in front of Fernando’Äôs plate. Fernando takes the note and opens it, then gives it to Tammy. Hondo: We did not order any food... Fernando: Enjoy it, Hondo. It may be your last. Tammy, what does it say? Tammy: Didn’Äôt you read it? Fernando: Without my glasses, I quickly go blind and cant see a thing. Now what does it say? Tammy reads the not aloud: Do Not Make Friends With The Enemy. ’ÄìA:RF Hondo: A:RF? The terrorist group? Fernando: Just enjoy your meal Hondo: I’Äôm not hungry at the moment. Fernando: Last thing you do is insult the chef. Now start eating. Then he turns to the waiter behind and asks for two double sized Italian Epressos. In about under a minute, another waiter comes by with the order. Fernando turns to Tammy, sliding one of the Epressos to her. Tammy: I don’Äôt drink coffee... Fernando: Trust me, drink it. Hondo looks at Fernando oddly, noticing that he has the dart that the girls did not take, rolling it with his finger. When the dart is closest to his hand, it looks like the finger rolling the dart is pointing down on it, he give it a couple of taps, and then rolls it out and back again, repeating the actions over and over. Hondo finally takes the message. Hondo: You got Texas Black Coffee? Fernando: Stick with the Epresso, Hondo. Just make a double. Hondo nods at the waiter, who leaves and then returns back with an epresso for Hondo. Fernando being to eat after he drank the epresso, ordering more. Tammy takes her time drinking it, but eventually does. A second round of coffee comes, Fernando orders for a third, and then, some absinthe for all. The three main waiters do not move from their places, ordering about another back and fourth. Tammy protests about the alcoholic drink, but Fernando tells her to trust him. She relunctantly obeys, finishing off their meals. Fernando streches and yawns. Fernando: Hondo, meet us later tonight by the fountain. Hondo: Tonight? Fernando leans over to him, hiding his left arm into his jacket. Fernando: Yes Hondo, tonight. Very quickly in a blur of movement, Fernando takes the dart off the table plunges it onto the thigh of the one closest to Hondo. At the same time, he pulls out two more from within his sports jacket and plunges it into the hip the one between him and Tammy. As they stagger back, the one remaining reaches into his pants, but his temple explodes in blood, and all three fall to the ground. Hondo barely was able to reach for his gun. Fernando takes the note from the table, and gives it to Hondo Fernando: Lets go! Hondo- get in touch with Alex II and give him that note! See you later tonight, and keep drinking lots of coffee with some alcohol- it will counter act the sleeping drug that was in the food! Tammy, lets go! They all leave in their separate ways. Fernando and Tammy makes it to the hotel’Äôs basement where cars were parked. Fernando says to himself: Where is that thing? Tammy: What thing? Fernando: I hope you can drive stick! Tammy: I don’Äôt know how to drive at all! They both run around the garage, Fernando having a set of keys in his hand, pressing a tiny button on a little box. They finally run to the end of the garage, where the 4 cars flicker their lights to Fernando’Äôs pressing the button on the box. Fernando: Which one is the Jaguar? Tammy: Jaguar? Fernando: Jaguar XJ-V12, Hard Top Convertible, Dark Navy Blue. Tammy: Why not the Porche? Fernando: Because the Porche is not bulletproof. After a bit of silence, Tammy responds. Tammy: Over there, to the right. Fernando, being not able to see, steps in the wrong direction, but Tammy pulls on his arm, and directs him to the car. Fernando: Tell me when the headlights flicker twice. Fernando presses on the button of the little box. Tammy: They flickered on one time. Fernando, as he pressed the button a second time: how about now? Tammy: It did it twice that time! Fernando: Good, get in! Tammy gets in the through the rightside of the car, thinking that she would be a passenger, only to find this to be a left-handed car. Fernando enters on what would normally be the drivers’Äôs side. He reaches over to her and hands her the keys, pointing to the area where the ignition switch would be. Fernando: There, put the keys there and twist until the engine turns on. Tammy: But I don’Äôt know how to drive! Fernando: Leave that to me...just turn on the car! Tammy complies, putting the key into the ignitiion and turns on the jaguar. The dashboard lights up, the engine revs, and a female voice speaks. Female voice: diagnostics complete, please comfirm voice print identification. Fernando: Agent Fernando G. Number 321477156363221,confirm, Female voice: Confirmed. Welcome back Fernando, its been a while. Fernando: I know, Aisapi...I’Äôm disabled, and my friend cant drive. Aisapi: No problem. GPS turned on, give me a location to go to... Fernando: Anywhere out of the immediate area. I’Äôll decide later! Aisapi: I need a location... Fernando: Home, location is home to base! Aisapi: As you wish. That will require 337 gas station stops along the way. Fernando: Just do it! The car starts moving on its own, slowly out of the parking lot and onto the street, where it makes its way to the hiway, as per allowance for the flow of traffic. Tammy: Aisapi? Aisapi: Need to confirm voice voice print. Fernando: Aisapi, add user Tammy; Tammy Squirrel. Aisapi: Tammy, state your name for voice print registration. Tammy: Tammy Squirrel...am I talking to a car? Aisapi: voice print added. Fernando: AISAPI is short for Automotive Intellegent Systsems Auto Pilot Integrations. It’Äôs a computerized intellegence like DOS and CCC. Aisapi: Need password for voiceprint. Tammy: What should I say? Aisapi: Password registered. Tammy: I did not wanted that as a password! Fernando: Too late now... we’Äôll change it later. Now let me think. Aisapi, change of destination. Locate Hideout Giovanna’Äôs place. Aisapi: Access ing GPS records, Giovanna’Äôs Place found. Inputting coordinates, making course adjustments. Fernando: Thank you. Aisapi- silent running until the end of the destination. The lights on the dashboard dim, and they continue on their way. Tammy: Where are we heading? Fernando: Someplace safe, just a few miles out of town. Tammy: When are we coming back? Fernando: Later in the evening, to meet up with Hondo. Tammy: what are we going to do until then? Fernando: Sleep. Tammy: Sleep? Fernando: Yes, Sleep. Look, there was enough drugs in that food to knock out an elephant. That’Äôs the reason why I told you to drink the coffee and alcohol. Tammy: To counteract the drug...? Fernando: Yes, but that’Äôs only temporary. We will need to let the drug do its thing and burn itself out on its own. Right now we’Äôre too high on adrenaline and caffine, but as soon as we rest, it will take us. Tammy yawns. Fernando: Don’Äôt go to sleep on me girl! We’Äôre almost there! Aisapi drives up a driveway to a small house at the end of a road. Aisapi: We have reached our destination. Fernando (as he shakes Tammy) : Wake up Tammy... Tammy: I’Äôm awake... Fernando: Stay awake... at least for the next 10 minutes when we get inside. Fernando opens the door to the car. Tammy does too but more slowly. Together they get out of the car. Fernando: Aisapi, deactivate home anti-intrustion, and activate automotive survailence mode... Disability mode on Aisapi: survailence mode on, home anti-intrusion off, disability mode on, sir. Fernando walks over to Tammy and takes her to the house, where the door was found to be unlocked. Together, they make their way up the stairs to the main bed room where Tammy sits on the huge bed, then slowly passes out. Fernando: Goodnight princess... Then Fernando speaks to the little box on the set of keys he has. Fernando: Aiaspi, activate home anti-intrustion; parameters: 2 guests inside. Almost nothing perceptable happens, but the computer arms the house’Äôs anti intrustion system, as if the family was sleeping inside, protecting them. Fernando walks over to Tammy, feeling the side of her body with the back of his hand, sensing that she was still half sitting. He picks up her legs and sets them on the bed, then takes the blanket and covers her with it. He then walks over to a chair on the far side of the room, and sits in it. He takes his gun and puts iton his lap. Though immune to most tranquilizers, a combination of high activity, stress and other factors can take its toll. He rests in the chair and slowly falls to sleep in it. With some sleep, his eyes can clear up faster. Both the CIA and the military are alerted to Aisapi's encoded GPS changes. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo gets to an unused janitorial closet, where he hid his wait staff uniform, and changes into those clothes. he then picks up some flowers, he had bought yesterday, and pulled out an envelope. On the envalope Hondo wrote, From your dear friend Odnanref, (Fernando backwards) He put the note, that they had recieved earlier, inside the envalope, stuck it in the flowers, and exited the closet without being seen. Hondo then delivered the flowers to Alex II. Alex did not Recognize him, but took the flowers inside, immediately noticing the note. Hondo left and swung through the Hotel kitchen, still in his disguise, and 'borrowed' some real vanilla extract and a large pot of coffee. He then retrived his clothes from the closet and returned to his room. He put on the black colthes, he had laid out earlier, put on his guns, strapped the dart gun to his back, under his duster coat, and climbed out onto the roof to a hiding spot to sleep and wait for the night meeting. He laid the coffee and Vanilla extract close, as a wake up drink, and drifted off to sleep. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Chip and the gang arrived at the airport in bad moods. "I don't see why are we being sent back." "Look Chip, I also don't like it, but Fernando thinks it's too dangerous for us to stay here." "But apparently not for Tammy." Sinclair met them at the door. "Gadget, DOS, Zipper, Chip... "I'm staying!" "Chip!" "What?!" "Look, you might not like it but this is a military operation. I have strict orders to take you and the others to a safe place. Period. This is too dangerous for any of you. I've been assaulted today by a fake taxi driver. If you want proof, chell the luggage locker, third row on the right." Gadget turned around. "Hey where's Monty?" An answer was heard right below them. "Oi'm no goin on no blimey plane!" "Great another one..." Sinclair grumbled. "I don't have time for this." He took out a gun and tranquilized the Ausie before he even knew what was going on. "Now, all of you get inside." Sinclair took Monty on his back and carried him into the plane, with Dale closing the door behind them. He then walked to the cockpit and begun preparations for takeoff. "Flight 386 to tower. Requesting permission for takeoff." There was a long moment of static. The answer came in just as DOS was taking her seat. "Negative flight 386. All runways busy. Delay 30 minutes." "Roger that tower." answered Sinclair and hung up. "Busy runway. Bull. The runway is empty and there is no flight scheduled for the next two minutes." "Why would they lie?" "To buy time. Now they know who we are and knew also which plane we're using since you arrived here. They've probably called for an anti-terrorist team or something." "So what do we do?" "What do you expect? We take off." Sinclair increased the throttle, unlocked the brakes and started taxing toward a runway, ignoring angry and frightened calls on the radio. He chose the one closest to him from which a 737 just took off. There was a good reason to believe that the activity will cease for some time there. He aligned the plane, extended flaps, put on the brakes and increased the throttle to maximum. The whole jet started shaking, eager to lift of the ground. Charles took the internal line' mic. "This is your captain speaking. Please make sure your seat belts are in place and relax. We're in for a little fun!" He released the brakes and, slightly tapping the left pedal, carefully watched the velocity. "Hold on to your fur!" When the plane reached 250kts he pulled on the yoke, at first lightly, just to loose contact with the ground, then suddenly very sharply, going into a 75deg climb. EDIT: Changed the list of passengers according to the post below. (I'm taking five, Midnights shall take the rest, we have better chances that way if someone gets trigger happy on us.) -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo did not sleep long, his system had always had a high tolerance to meds and he had a lot of caffeine in his system. He slept lightly until about 4:00, then woke up, being very groggy still, and started drinking his 'wake-up' drink. *If cold coffee and vanilla extract won't wake ya, nothin' will.* he thought to himself. after a little bit he pulled out a couple items he had stashed up here, a bowie knife( that he wore upside down under the back of his vest), a throwing knife( that he wore up his sleave) his royal flush throwing cards( that he had a special holder for inside the left part of his vest) a boot knife, and a black colored steel cane( that housed a full length rapier blade). After he pulled these items out and put them in place, he hunkered down and waited. *I still hate waitin'.* he thought. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Alex II Was Reading the note then talking to Razale in thought talk* Alex II: Razale Fernando say that 3 Girls made contact with Him, Hondo and Tammy that mean RF is in voled with this Razale: Man this is not good Head to Fernando location it in Aisapi GPS it will be on you Navagation systems Alex II: Right Razale: Codey Mouse is on Rote heading towards Fernando location I already told him Keep out of sight Alex II: Ok and I am on my way *Driving on A-51 To Fernando Place* Razale: Batoza, Kazaupa, Tosaga and Sastoba have it on there cars too and they will meet you at nando place and I will Called Fernando again so Make sure these Girls don’Äôt kill Fernando Also we contune to Find RF Base and Give Fernando the Location now go Alex II: Right *Then speed about 90 Khm. Towards Fernando Place* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [OCC] Arik is away with family until Sunday or Monday, Jeanette is out somewhere... We cant make a move until they do with the SWA and the RF Lets get Midnight Man to get the others and land the LJ60 on the deck of the Enterprise with Sinclair. Midnight Man's plane will have Jeanette, Arik and Charles as the co-pilot. [/OCC] Edit: Sorry about that Sinclair! -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando wakes up at the ringing of the phone, and manages to answer it within the 3rd ring without wrecking the room, waking up Tammy, or dropping his gun. Fernando: hello? Alex II: We're outside. Fernando: Who's we? Alex II: Me, Batoza, Kazaupa, Tosaga and Sastoba are outside. we cant get in until you turn off Aisapi's anti-theft system. Fernando: Alright, alright. Let me know when the headlights flash twice. Fernando presses on the button on the box on his keychain. Alex II: THERE! It Flashed twice. Fernando: OK, walk to the door and wait for me to open it. Alex II: OK, see you. Fernando hangs up the phone, and then shakes the sleep off him. He finds his cane and makes his way down stairs to the main doorway. Holding his gun behind him, he slowly opens the door, finding Alex II and the others there. Fernando: Come in, but dont make too much noise. Tammy is still asleep upstairs. Of the group, Alex II walks in all the way with Fernando. Two stay outside and to stay inside by the door, all to guard the door. Alex II: So, tell me what happened during brunch? Fernando: Whats to say? The RF tried to slip us a mikey and kidnap our sleeping butts into their hide outs. We managed to get away. Alex II: What about the thing with the gun-girls? Fernando: I dont see them as a problem. I do with the SWA though. And if the girls are second thinking as to why they are fighting a rescue, then better. Its their handlers I worry about. If they see their girls hesitating, then they will act in their place. I see no option here but try to rescue them all. Alex II: Rescue who, them all, you mean the girls? Its a huge organization! Fernando: If anything, rescue these 4 other little ones. Believe me, being a programmed child killer is not an easy thing. Alex II: Been there? Fernando: No comment. Alex II: But everyone has a past, right? Fernando: Look. I think I got to the girls so they are on my side, or at least hestitate for that one second before blowing my head off. Its the handlers I worry about. But if I can rescue that little group, then so be it. May the SWA and RF fight with each other all they want, but they are not going to use little girls as their soliders. Alex II: And if Italy goes into Civil War because of this? Fernando: I dont care, despite it all when one works for god and country, but when country forces you to do the wrong things, the line has to be draw and all efforts made to stop it. Alex II: You are a lose canon. Fernando: I only care for doing what is right, not what some desk jockey tells me. Alex II: Give me a good reason why I should not stop this rescue mission? Fernando: Its the right thing to do, Alex. Alex II: Rescuing just Bink, or all the others? Fernando: Bink First. Then who ever wants, the rest of the girls. With Hondo's accdiental tampering of the hotel security systems, Rachel's got video feeds of all the halls and room, and I found which rooms the girls and their handlers are in. Alex II: Who's Rachel? She's not on any list... Fernando: She's my laptop. Alex II: Oh...sorry. Fernando: I'll email the info tonight. you get a few 'plumbers' and fill the sprinklers with sleeping gas. I'll get the girls when they are out cold. The Handlers can go rot in hell as far as I'm concerned. Alex II: And we can take the girls from there. Fernando: No you're not! Alex II: Why not? Fernando: No way I'm going to let the CIA or any other agency have those girls! They need to heal and be kids again. They need to regain their lives. Its going to be hard with Bink, but I'm sure that together as a group, it will be easier on them. Alex II: Can I ask why? Fernando: Those girls had enough killing in their lives. Its best to take them out of it. You're read Dr. Spock's report on brainwashed children and what kind of lives they have. Its time to end it. Alex II takes a sigh. Alex II: OK, We'll be there for Bink's rescue, but you're on your own in rescuing the others. Fernando: I'll accept that. Alex II: we cant waste time, money and operatives on selfish missions. Fernando: Everything by the book, I see. OK. Just give me an extra 24 hours after rescuing Bink to get to the jet and I'll be there, with or without the girls. Alex II: Deal. They both shake hands on this. Fernando: Just one thing. Alex II: What is it? Fernando reaches over and snatches the dark glasses off Alex II's face. Fernando: I'm going to need these. Alex II: HEY! Fernando: Pull rank on the others. You know I have a sensitivity to light. Alex II: Alright, keep them. But just one question? Fernando: Shoot. Alex II: Who shot that terrorist waiter in the head when you fought off the other two? Fernando: The girl who was not there... you should know her- the bunny- Triela. Alex II: And how do you know this? Fernando: I dont. But being girl assassins, and her not being there, it only makes sense that it was her. If it were the handlers themselves, then I would have been shot and not the terrorist waiter. Alex II: I see. Fernando walks into the kitchen and makes some extra strong coffee. Fernando: Will that be all? Alex II: I think that will be it. We'll keep in touch. Fernando: I'll be at the fountain later tonight. Dont be there. Alex II: I understand. Alex II walks with the others, and leaves. Soon the sound of car engines can be heard, and drive away. Above, Tammy wakes up from her bed, and slowly walks down the stairs, finding Fernando in the kitchen. She looks like RoadKill that has not died yet. Eventually she gets into the kitchen and sits by the serving island. There Fernando puts on some coffee and sandwiches. She reaches up to take a sandwhich and eats it. Fernando: Sorry if the bread's a bit stale. They dont rotate the food rations here as much as they should. Tammy with her cheeks stuffed but still 1/2 sleepy: Its ok. I'm starved. Fernando: Here, you'll need your strength back... Fernando pours a cup of coffee for Tammy. He then pour a glass for himself and sits to eat and drink as well. Tammy: Hows you're eyes? Fernando: Better, but still cant see perfectly, its like flying in a cloud... you're doing 600 mph and you hope really hard that nothing's in front of you. Tammy had to stop from laughing hard. Fernando: I'm serious. I can see some things, but its like standing in a thick fog. Better yet- like how TV depicts heaven... all cloudy and bright and you can only see things when they are close. Tammy: How long before you can see again? Fernando: I see with my other senses, but to have eyesight again, I figure in another 6 hours. 4 if I sleep. Tammy: I see. Fernando: Nothing to do for the next 2 hours before we go back to see Hondo. Care for some TV? Tammy: Italian TV is too full of violence and sex... How about we just sit and talk? Fernando: OK then... we talk. And that they did. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - "On your feet, flyboys! Sound off! Scramble! Scramble!" *Throughout the corridors and crawlways of the USS Enterprise, the cry from the bridge echoes like the knell of distant thunder. The great, blaring klaxons flare to life, filling the ship with a murky, blood-red light, as the alarms sound in every cabin and corner.* "All hands, this is the captain! This is a general quarters alert. Man your battlestations! I repeat, man your battlestations. Red alert!" *From his chair at the center of the bridge, RangerReady watches the command crew rush about, issuing orders over the various department channels that operate the massive ship. In his heart, a glowing feeling of pride grows by the moment, as those that serve the famous ship prepare her for a meeting with destiny.* "T-minus five hundred kilometers, stand by torpedoes!" *From the weapons station, Rose's voice rings out amid the clambering commotion, breaking through the electrical sensation of tension.* "Torpedoes ready, all depth sensors and radar stations report alpha-one status!" *Staring at the blue-lit targeting screen, her eyes flicker slightly, searching the flashing grid for the first alert that might present itself.* "Let them come," *she whispers*. *RR turns in his chair, seeking out the communications officer.* "Did Indy manage to find the frequency I asked for?" "Aye, sir, it's running through the program, now. We should be ready to transmit." "Good..." "Out of curiosity...what message should I send? Gadget tends to shock easily, you know." *He considers for a moment, processing the options as best as the moment allows.* "Simple message, Ensign...'Stand by...be ready...RR'." "Aye-aye, captain." *Voices echo from the speakers.* "Birds away...flight deck ready." "Good. We need a nice, easy landing atmosphere...those Learjets are bigger than what we're used to." *RangerReady relaxes, slightly. Perhaps...just perhaps...Enterprise will have a mission that will conclude quietly.* "Gunners to stations! Incoming fighters!! Repeat, incoming fighters!! Lock targets, all gunners, lock targets!! *With a cross expression, the captain of the Enterprise rises from the center seat, staring out the open portal before the bridge, eyes flashing.* "So much for that! All gunners, aim for engines only. No purposeful kills! None at all, if you can help it." *Silence reigns....the deep breath, before the plunge.* "Fire at will!" -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - Captains Eddie Dixon, Linda Hale, and Jim Dooley, of the USS Texas, USS San Jacinto and USS Mahan, respectively, were seated in a small outdoor Cafe in Toulon, France, enjoying their day in town. Together, the three captains formed most of the core command group for Battleship Strike Group-1. Eddie was the group's Surface Warfare Commander, Linda was the Air Warfare commander, and Dooley was the group's Undersea Warfare commander. But right now, those roles were far from their minds as they sipped at their beverages of choice. "..so anyway, these Greenpeace guys were trying to stop the Trident test," Dooley was saying. "So they parked their dingy right on top of the sub, next to her periscope. They figured that with them in the way, the Navy wouldn't launch the missile. Well, the countdown continued anyway. And with about 30 seconds left to go on the clock, another periscope popped out of the water on the other side of the battle group, about 1,000 yards from where the protesters were. It looked around, dropped back under the water, and then, FWOOOOSH! The Trident shoots right out of the water, and lights up perfectly, and away she goes! Greenpeace had parked themselves over the wrong sub! They got the attack sub, not the boomer! Boy, were they mad!" the cougar laughed. The two foxes chuckled. Dooley had been entertaining them with funny stories all afternoon. Now it was Eddie's turn. "What about you, Dixon? You've been around enough, you oughta have some good ones!" said Jim. "Well, about ten years ago, I was a navigation officer on the Enterprise," Eddie began. [ OOC:CVN-65; not RR's ship.] "We had one of the catapults on the bow replaced and we had to test it. Well, the CAG, good ol' Tom Evans, had this old clunker of a Ford Falcon that he wanted to get rid of. So he figured he'd ditch the car and test the cat at the same time. Made a big show out of it, too! Half the ship was out there. Man, Evans fired that baby right off the end of the Big E! You should have seen her fly! And she made quite a splash when she landed, too!"* [*OOC: Eddie is, of course, referring to this (http://www.ussjosephstrauss.org/Humor/Catch__Release.jpg) picture. /OOC] The threesome were still chuckling when the waiter came up. "And 'ow are we doing here?" he asked. "We're doing just fine, thank you," Linda replied. "How is your drink, Mousier?" the waiter asked, addressing Dooley. "I could use a top-off, thank you, sir!" The waiter turned to Eddie. "Would Mousier Renard like another drink? One for the lady-friend, per'haps?" Eddie choked on his water and spat it across the table, while Dooley roared with laughter. Linda giggled when Eddie blushed, which made Dooley guffaw even louder. "Is there something ze matter?" "Ah-actually, she's a friend...a co-worker...a fellow captain..." Eddie replied. Linda spoke up. "Le non, lui et moi ne sont pas des amoureux. Collˆ®gues justes." [No, he and I are not lovers. Just colleagues.] "Ah! Parlez vous franˆßais ?" the waiter responded. [Ah! You speak French?] "Oui." Linda smiled. "Capitaine Dixon ici peut ˆ�tre un officier naval expˆ©rimentˆ© et capable, commandant un cuirassˆ©, mais il sait peu des maniˆ®res de l'amour." [Captain Dixon here may be an experienced and capable naval officer, commanding a battleship, but he knows little of the ways of love.] At this the waiter threw his head back and laughed long and hard. He was still laughing as he walked away. "What'd you SAY to him?!" Eddie demanded. "Oh, I simply explained to him that he was mistaken," Linda smirked. "Hmmph. Showoff." Dooley was still chuckling. Eddie looked over at the waiter. He was at the front counter, talking with other members of the wait staff and gesturing in the direction of the three officers. The wait staff laughed, and Eddie sank lower in his chair. "Linda, one of these days I'm gonna find out what you said. And then I'm gonna get you for it." Linda smiled sweetly in reply and sipped at her drink. Dooley chuckled again. Suddenly Linda jumped in her chair. "I'm vibrating!" she exclaimed. She reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out her cell phone, which was vibrating away. "I forgot I had it on silent," she said, opening it. "Captain Linda Hale speaking," Eddie's phone went off, too. So did Captain Dooley's. "Dixon here." "Officer of the Watch reporting, sir. Command just sent us a packet that you need to see immediately. They also ordered us to terminate our port call and get underway as soon as possible." Eddie muttered several choice expletives. "Alright, I'll be right there." He put his phone away and turned to the other two captains. "You've gotta go, to?" Dooley asked. "Yes," said Linda. "Yup." said Eddie. "ASAP. Get the ships ready to move." Eddie pulled out a wad of cash and stuffed it under his glass. "Let's go!" "Mousier! Your bill!" the waiter came running after them. "There's money on the table! Keep the change!" Eddie yelled behind him as he took off down the street. Linda had already flagged down a cab, and the three captains piled in. "Driver! Take us down to the docks! Fast!" Eddie ordered. The driver made a gesture indicating he didn't understand. "Linda! Use that wonderful French of yours, please!" "Le conducteur, nous portent vers le bas au pilier de marine. Nos bateaux sont attachˆ©s lˆÝ. Et hˆ¢te si vous plait, nous devons obtenir de nouveau ˆÝ nos bateaux immˆ©diatement." [Driver, take us down to the Navy pier. Our boats are tied up there. And hurry please, we must get back to our ships immediately.] The cab driver nodded and then proceeded to get the three captains down to the pier as quickly as he could. When they got there, Eddie handed him a $50 bill. "That should cover it!" he yelled as he sprinted for Texas's launch. "Sailor, get that launch started ASAP!" "Yes sir!" Within minutes, the launch was underway and heading back to the huge battleship. Captain Dooley and Captain Hale were also on their way to their ships. Another fifteen minutes after that, and Captain Dixon was sprinting up the ladder that led to Texas's deck. After two more minutes, the fox was in the wheelhouse, heading back into the armored conning tower. "Radio, I hear there's an urgent message for me," he puffed. All the running had taken a toll on him, and though he was in good shape, he was not as young as he used to be. "Sir," the radioman saluted, handing Eddie an envelope. "It just came in from the boys down in BBIC [Battleship Intelligence Center, center for intel processing in the BBBG] Eddie tore it open and pulled out the message contained within. TO CO USS TEXAS BB71. SCSG-13 CV-6 ENTERPRISE REPORTS ENGAGING HOSTILE AIRCRAFT. OPERATIVES IN ITALY POSSIBLY COMPROMISED. SOME OPERATIVES EVACUATED TO CV-6. REPORT RECEIVED VIA CENTINTEL. NAVSOC DIRECTS BSG-1 BBBG 2TX38 TO STATION OFF GEONA FOR SUPPORT/RESCUE/ASSISTANCE OF OPERATIVES AND REINFORCEMENTOF SCSG-13. LANTFLEETCOM WILL SEND FURTHER ORDERS. CSG-7 WILL PROVIDE REINFORCEMENT AND AIR SUPPORT. BSG-1 WILL PROVIDE IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE TO SCSG-13 CV-6. PROCEED WITH ALL DUE SPEED AT WARCON 3. Eddie nodded as he read the message. He stuffed it into his pocket and strode back out into the wheelhouse. "Officer of the Watch!" "Yes, sir?" "Initiate a recall of all the men ashore. Prepare the ship to weigh anchor and leave port immediately. Bring her to watertight condition Yoke (http://www.usshancockcv19.com/navalmaterialconditions.htm)." The OOW nodded, and set about giving orders to bring the ship ready to leave port. "Blow the ship's horn to bring all hands back to the ship. Use the choppers if it'll get them back faster," said Eddie. The gigantic battleship's horn was sounded. It bellowed out with an earsplitting moan that could be heard for miles.* All around the city of Toulon, sailors of the US Navy perked up when they heard the blasts. The citizens of the city watched in bewilderment as sailors dropped whatever they were doing and rushed out of shops, establishments, and restaurants. Soon enough, all were scurrying down to the Navy piers as fast as they could. They had all been briefed that this may happen. Every launch available from the battlegroup went out to meet them and bring them back aboard. SH-60 Sea Hawks from the Texas, San Jacinto and the destroyers landed at the piers to pick up sailors. A prearranged coded signal-made up of letters from the international flag alphabet-was flown from the Texas's masts. The code informed the returning sailors that the ships were preparing to set sail and leave port, and would do so under wartime operating practices. Amazingly, it took less than an hour to get all of the crews back. The destroyer USS Mahan was the first to weigh anchor and get underway. She led the San Jacinto out, who was followed by Texas herself. The destroyers USS Roosevelt and USS Churchill flanked the battleship astern. As soon as the battle group was clear of the harbor and into open waters, they turned northeastward and pushed their engines ahead to flank speed. Straining her engines, Texas could make 31-32 knots. With her escorts barely able to keep up, she would reach her assigned station in a little over four and a half hours. [OOC: Author's notes: *Texas's whistle: (Well, Missouri's actually, but you'll get the idea.) It's at 00:14 in. (You can also see the same guns used on Texas in this video. Just to give you an idea of her firepower.) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBqTReiXgKE Also, I don't know how accurate those French translations are, (Feel free to comment, Jeanette...) ] -------------------------------------------------- - End Page 24

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:37pm Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo continued to watch and wait. He had his laptop up with him, to keep an eye on the security cameras, but was not much interested in it. His mind wandered back to those poor kids, gun slinger girls they were called. *What an awful thing for a youngster.* he thought. *I'm a gun slinger by choice, a lose canon out to help those in need, but these kids were forced into it, at such a young, critical time in life, too. I'm glad were helpin' Bink, but what of the others?* Hondo pondered further, thinking about the success rate of an extraction of the others(not too good) who would be against them(many) and the fire power they would go up against(enormous), but only one answer could he reach in his mind. *We have to rescue them! If I have to do it myself, without Commander Fernando. I do believe though that he is thinkin' the same about those little gals, but if he thinks he is going to leave me out of it, he has another thing comin'!* Hondo resolved to get all of them out or die trying. *If they get away with this it will not stop. We must cut this at the source or it will spread and no p;ace will be safe for any child in the future!* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - (Fernando and Tammy finishes up their conversation, about a 1/2 hour before they leave to see Hondo) Tammy: You've been blind that long? So tell me, if I can ask, what you find attractive in a woman? I mean, how do you find it in the first place... Fernando: Well, I've been partial to red heads. With Green Eyes. I like green eyes. And Wiskers! Long Wiskers! Tammy: Lets change the subject. You have not answered my question. Fernando: Its not an easy question to answer. Looks have something to do with it. But so must her voice, and her scent. Most of all, her personality. She must like me as much as I like her. But all those things I can not describe, and are all diffrent to every lady I ever gone out with. Tammy: What about Aiesha's mom? Fernando: Lets not talk about that. OK? Tammy: Why not? Fernando: What happened then was something that should not have, and her hiding the baby from me for 19 years, is something I would not have done to her. Tammy: So tell me, what happened? Fernando: I'd rather not. In fact, if I were you, I'd leave it alone. Tammy: And if I dont? Fernando: This mission is over. Tammy sits there and stares at him in shock and awe, not believing what she just heard. Fernando: You ladies pride yourselves in having a couple of skeletons in your closet, we men have a couple of secrets we have to live with. I dont pull out your skeletons and dance with them, you dont with my past. After a while of gathering herself together, Tammy looks up at Fernando. Tammy: I'm sorry. I did not mean to pry into your past. Fernando: Just dont ever do it again. Tammy: I promise I wont. Fernando: Good. Tammy: Just one question? Fernando (sounding a bit annoyed): What is it? Tammy: Were you ever married? Fernando gets up and fills the coffee cups with the last of the coffee in the pot, not wanting to answer that question. Fernando: How old are you now? Tammy: Just turned 20. Fernando: have a boyfriend, a guy you go steady with? Tammy: No, no one there. Fernando: Well... Once a upon a time, I was married; we just turned 20, and it lasted for six months... Tammy (interupting him): You married too young. Fernando: I did not finished. She died 6 months later, killed by a goverment operative, its a long story which I would not want to talk about. But unlike what you think or say, those were the happiest 6 months of my, make that our life. It would have lasted forever if given the chance. Look Tammy- marriage is for those who are ready for it, not for those who think that they can do so and try to work on it. Yes, you have to work on all relationships, but its a lot easier when you and your other self are ready to take on those challenges. Tammy: Why you never remarried? Fernando: For me to put that much trust into another person, would mean that I would have to lower my standards. Tammy: Lower your standards? Fernando: Trust. Faith. Hope. Understanding. Least of all Love. Its a heavy investment for me to give that much again to a person who does not exist. Tammy: What if she does exist? Fernando: Believe me, she does not. Tammy: What if I were the one? Fernando: Trust me, you're not the one. Tammy: Yeah, you're too old for me. Fernando: Love has no age, no face, no race... when you find that Mr Right, and your heart goes to him, remember what you just told me. Tammy: Why do you ask that? Fernando: You'll understand when that day comes. Until then, you wont. Tammy: I've been in love before... Fernando (interupting her): little school girl crushes dont count. Believe me, when its for real, you will know. Tammy is unsure what to say, because for every statement, comment or question she throws at him, he sends it back. Fernando: Its getting to be that time to go. Fernando gets up and puts his hand in his sports jacket pocket, finding the Phonak hearing aide there. He slowly pulls it out and looks at it in his hand. Tammy: Whats that? Fernando: Its one of the girls' hearing aids. But it is and is not a hearing. Tammy: Then what is it? Fernando: Its a Phonak Hearing aide with a FM receiver, used in schools by deaf students. They give the teacher the FM transmitter and the teacher is supposed to talk to into it for the student to hear it. But in this case, its being used for the girls to listen to orders at long range from their handlers. Tammy: I see. Fernando continues to look at the hearing aid. Tammy: Whats the problem? Fernando: She gave me this for a reason. As dealing with most deaf kids when I taught, if you're not careful, you can easily loose them. Problem is, its too small for me to wear. Fernando then looks at Tammy. Fernando: But not for you. Tammy: I'm not wearing that thing. Fernando: Trust me, OK? Tammy: You've been saying that all day. Fernando hands the hearing aid to Tammy. Fernando: Just put the hook over the back of your ear and loop it over the front. Then put the plug into the ear hole. Its uncomfortable, but you'll get used to it. Tammy looks at it. Then she puts it in her pocket. Fernando signals to her to give it back if she's not going to wear it. She complies and he puts it back into his pocket. Fernando: Lets go. Fernando takes his keys and presses on button on the small box on his keys. They then walk to the car. Fernando gets into drivers side and signals to Tammy to get inside the passenger side; opposite as to where they were before. Tammy: You cant drive, remember. Fernando: I can with help from Aisapi. Tammy: Oh, I forgot. Fernando turns on the car's ignition. After voice verification, Aisapi asks for directions and programmed driving mode. Fernando tells it, "AI Assisted Driver Controlled." Fernando: Put your seatbelt on, girl. Before Tammy could reach over and put on the belt, Fernando whips the steering wheel around and floors the gas pedal, spinning the car full 180 degrees before hitting the streets, with gauages arching up to the vertical position. Tammy manages to put on her seat belt, and just in time as they entered the hiway as Fernando downshifts the transmittion from 4th to 3rd, letting the engine rev high and then slam it into 5th gear. The car lurges forward and the speedometer seemed to have skipped from 100kph (60mph) to 190kph (90mph), pinning Tammy to the back of her seat. Fernando looks like he been possessed by some demonic force, but it is just the way he drives when he can get away with it. The trip going to the hide out was about 45 minutes. Going back to the hotel took 15 minutes, as Fernando pushed the Jaguar past 240kph (140mph). Another 5 minutes was spent putting the car away in the garage. Fernando helps a very shaken Tammy out of the car, shake because she remembered of what he said... "its like flying in a cloud... you're doing 600 mph and you hope really hard that nothing's in front of you." , and realizing that he could not see 3ft beyond the front of the car, yet managed to drive it in the manical way that he did. Tammy takes a few seconds to recompose herself before they continued onward to the fountain. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett ---------- as the sun starts to slide down the western sky Hondo get ready for the meeting. He sets up his laptop in remote user mode and sticks it out of the elements. With his weapons ready, Hondo starts a slow circling process. He know he will be looked for around the hotel. Hondo, using the evening shadows to hide in, makes his way to a spot, well hidden, opposite of the Hotel and fountain. He then resumes the task of watching and waiting. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - Fighters scrambled, chasing after what should have been two unarmed planes, their sleek shapes slicing slickly through the atmosphere. But the planes were not as helpless as they appeared. Even as the fighters approached, an elliptical piece of outer hull, sliced from the inside, was pulled into the plane. Nine devices, metallic tripods, were fired in as many seconds. Five hit the lead fighter, and tunnelled inside. The others hit the planes around it, and quickly disabled their weapons. Fifteen seconds later, the lead fighter turned around. "Red leader here, I have lost control of my plane. I repeat, I have lost control. Controls are unresponsive, repeat -" The fighter fired a burst at the wing of Blue Leader, damaging it, and slowing the second squadron's advance. "never mind. My craft has been compromised, and is under enemy control. Repeat - Red Leader's craft is under enemy control." -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - I'm logging in just long enough to write a brief message. Fernando, I like your idea of rescuing the girls from the hotel. Keep them there until Monday and I will write Section 2's report to Section 1. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Though early, Fernando and Tammy made it to the fountain in front of the hotel; established meeting place with Hondo. But yet Hondo was not there to be found. Fernando figure that he has to be nearby, eyeing the place. The city seemed a bit more active than usual: more police and ambulance sirens, people more of a rush to get where they are going, businesses closing earlier than on previous days. If Fernando did not know better he could have sworn he just heard a volley of gun fire in the back ground in rapid secession. Tammy: Here we are, now where's Hondo? Fernando: Sometimes you have to wait, he's probably not that far away looking over here to see if we had arrivied. Tammy: How long are we going to wait? Fernando: Considering that we are early, I'll give an hour. Tammy sits by the rim of the fountain. Tammy: That's a long time just to wait for somebody. Fernando reaches into his pocket and pulls out a smaller set of keys. Fernando: Here, go into my room and get my laptop from the secure travel trunk. Tammy: Must I go? Fernando: It will keep you from getting bored. Tammy takes the keys and leaves to retrieve the items asked for. As soon as she enters the Hotel, Hondo makes his presence known. Hondo: Hello Fernando. Fernando: Anything new? Hondo: According to Free European Union (BBC Shortwave), there has been several more assassinations of top level crime figures. They believe it to be some kind of Mafia war. Fernando: But you and I know better, right? Hondo: There's also been a several police officers kills and many innocents, and that's just here in Milan. Rumor has it that a part of a military based was bombed by some pizza delievery boy. Fernando: Sounds to me that things are about to bust at the seems. Hondo: You think? I think it already started. Fernando: Lets not argue over semantics. Hondo pauses for a second. Hondo: Is it true that you're going to try to save the other girls? Fernando: I'm not goint to ask where you got that information from, but yes. Hondo: Count me in then. Fernando: Why? Hondo: Because you're right. The higher ups may not agree with you, but no child should go through what these poor girls are going through right now. And in that, they must be saved from who ever is controlling them. Fernando: The SWA? Hondo: From who ever it is in their bowl of alphabet soup of agencies. Fernando: The problem is, if in rescueing them, the CIA will want to sink their claws into them as well. Figure out their programming, see what makes them tick, try to copy them onto others’Ķ that I don't want. Hondo: I understand fully. Fernando: OK then. Now, what's keeping Tammy so long? Hondo: Where did she go? Fernando: To my room to get my laptop. Hondo: You didn't’Ķ Hondo starts running back tot he Hotel. Fernando quickly follows, and decides to fly up to his balcony instead. Fernando land a floor short of his window and must climb up the missing distance, more than what Hondo had done, as he enters the building. Unfortunately, it takes Fernando just as much time to scale up the side of the building as it does for Hondo to run up the stairs, with both being equally tired when they arrive to the room. Fernando climbs into the room, findng that it was still untouched, as if she never arrived. Hondo start to throw himself against the locked door, trying to break it down. Fernando: Hold your horses, will ya! Fernando walks over to the door and opens it, letting Hondo in. They head back to the main area. Fernando takes his trunk from under the bed, and opens it, finding the laptop still there, along with other important items. Taking a spare set of keys from withinside, he hands them over to Hondo as he reomves a couple of more items before locking up the truck. Fernando: There's an ambulance in the basement parking lot. Take the trunk and secure it there. Just press the button on the box and wait for the headlights to flash twice. If they flash once, press the button again. Hondo: Just like your typical car alarm, I see. Fernando: Actually, its not yout typical car alarm, but it seems to work that way. By the way, it's the only ambulance there. You cant miss it. Fernando pulls the rest of the trunk from under the bed. Pulling on a couple of levers on the outside of the trunk, a handle and wheels pop out for easier transportation. He lifts it up and rolls it next to Hondo. Hondo: And what will you be doing? Fernando: Thanks to you, I can access the hotel security camera logs, what else am I going to do? Hondo takes the trunk and starts heading out the door. Hondo: I'll be back in 5 minutes. Hondo leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Fernando turns on his laptop and starts combing through the security camera, and their logs. First with finding Tammy entering the hotel, walking through the hotel lobby, and entering the elevator with several people. With the elevators unnumbered, Fernando goes through each and every of the 12 elevators that was there. After going through each of the elevator video logs, only one was found with a dead camera. The one Tammy went on. Going through the elevator lobby logs again, he noticed that it seemed like Tammy was deliberatly herded into that one elevator with the dead camera. Another thing that struck him as off were elevator operators in the two elevators, telling Tammy where to go. Fernando says to himself: There are no elevator operators in this hotel. Tammy was last seen going into an elevator with two men and what appears to be a young looking woman in her teens. Continual search of the the floors finds nothing. Fernando does back to the main elevator lobby and and looks at the elevator floor indictator carefully. Though it was blurred, one can count the number of flashes for each floor. Fernando (to himself): 1’Ķ 2’Ķ 3’Ķ wait, it did not stop on 4, it past 3, but not to 4’Ķ wait, there it goes 4’Ķ 5’Ķ 6’Ķ 7’Ķ 8’Ķ Fernando scans through the video logs of the 8th floor, finding nothing. Fernando (to himself): Wait, if they did not get off on 8, then they had to have stoppped the elevator between the 3rd and 4th floors and sent it down. That would put them on the second level of the parking garage. Fernando connects to the video cameras of the garage, finding that 1/2 of them were not working as well. Fernando (to himself): Figures’Ķ I'll bet the hotel security staff is on this as well. How else would you have 1/2 your security cameras not working, and yet no one complaining. Going through the camera logs, Fernando finds that the garage entrance camera has a peripheral view of the exit. Going through the video logs, Fernando sees a black car slowly driving out and then rush into the street. It was the only vehicle to enter or leave within the last hour. Fernando: They got her, who ever they are. Fernando locks up his laptop in a small carrying case, and takes it with him out the door. Hondo was just entering the room when he was about to leave. Hondo: Where are you going? Fernando: Tammy's been snatched. Hondo: I could have told you that. But do you know by who? Fernando: It seems that you're not the only one with access to the security cameras. Many were knocked out of action, but it leads a trail to the parking garage where a car left several minutes before you went down there. Hondo: And where were you going? Fernando: A place this secure can not have so many broken camera’Ķ I was going to have a talk with Security, who else. Hondo: Alone? Fernando: If I must. You're welcome to come along. Hondo: You're not leaving me out of the fun’Ķ Together they walk down to the lobby, past the registration desk and down to the security office. Walking inside, Fernando nods to Hondo, who locks the door and props a waiting room chair against the handle. The secretary was about to ask the nature of their business, only to have Fernando point his gun at her face. She freezes in place, like a scared deer staring at a pair of incoming headlights. With items found in the room, Hondo ties her up. And together, they walk into the executive security officer's office. The head of security remains frozen at his desk with a pair of guns pointed to his head. Fernando: Where is she? The head secuirty officer rambles on in Italian. Fernando: Look you idiot- I know you can speak English, because we spoke the other day about securing a few important belongings of mine. Now start speaking or start bleeding! Head Security Officer: OK, I'll talk! Just put away the guns! Fernando reaches over and grabs a fist full of shirt, pulling the executive security officer out from his chair and slamming him on the floor away from his desk. He then plops a knee hard to his chest and the gun to the temple of his head. Hondo starts to ransack the desk drawers, pocketting various items and document which may look important. Found was a small gun locker with keys, two 9mm automatic pistols inside, and a folder containing files and pictures of Fernando and the group. Fernando: Where Is She! Head of Security: I don't know who you are talking about! Fernando: Tammy- the red head squirrel! She was taken no more than 30 minutes ago! Head of Security: And how would you she was taken? Fernando: Its in your video logs! Hondo walks into a closet and finds a couple of servers inside, labled video 1 ’Äì 25 and 26 ’Äì 50. Hondo: Hey, these look like important computer stuff. Fernando: Just find a handle and pull until something rips out of them! Fernando turns back to the security officer. Fernando: Now you idiot. No way a place this secure can have so many broken cameras, which leads a trail to the subbasement garage. You must know something as to why they are broken. I want names, places, and who's in charge. Head of Security: You're Not going to get away with this!! Fernando: By the time they find out what happened, there willl be one dead head of security. Now Start talking! Hondo steps out of the closet with a pair of hard drive drawers. Hondo: You should tell him everything that you know. Last person I saw him this angry at, they had to use DNA to figure out who it was, from a large smear of body parts that they found of him. The head of security gulped: They are going to kill me if I say anything! Fernando: And you think I wont if you don't? You have a choice- don't say anything and die now, or sing your heart out to me and then leave the country and hope they don't catch you. Hondo, as he searches the room: I'd choose singing my heart out to him, preferably in opera. Head of security: OK, They Got Her! Fernando: Who's they?!! I Want Names! Head of security: The RF. Fernando: Who's Their Leader! Head Of Security: I Don't Know! Fernando belts him hard with his left. Fernando: Names! Head Of Security: Shes some young looking woman, calls her self Anne’Ķ Fernando slowly gets up. Fernando: Hondo, help this gentleman onto his feet. Hondo: Fernando? Fernando: Just do it. I got my answer. Hondo: But what about where they had taken Tammy? Fernando: I got enough information to know where she is. Hondo: I don't know about this. Head of security: You're not going to get away with this! Fernando spins around hard, giving a round house kick to the jaw of the security officer, breaking it. He falls flat on the floor out cold. Fernando: Now try to say something with a broken jaw. Hondo, lets get out of this stinking place. Together they leave into the waiting area, and then to the lobby. A minor security officer stand by the door as they open it. Fernando grabs the officer by his arm and hauls him in, taking a Thorazine dart from his pocket and jabbing it into his back. In seconds, he falls flat on the floor, not knowing what just happened. Hondo has his own trick up his sleeve, figiting with the door knob for a few seconds before they walk out. They take the stairs to the parking garage. Fernando: What did you do up there? Hondo: Oh, nothing major. Just crazy glued the locks, that's all. Fernando. Good. I like a man who can think outside the box. Hondo: Where are we going? Fernando: We're going to move a few cars around, and then we are going to rescue Tammy. Together, they walk to a group of cars and the ambulance. Hondo: You know where she is? Fernando: I've been down this path before, and some people are just too stupid to change their patterns of thingking, so in that case, yes. You take the ambulance, and follow the GPS to a hideaway we have. I'll take care of the rest of the cars. Fernando presses the button on the box on his set of keys. Several cars blink their headlights twice, including the ambulance. Then he walks over to the Jaguar, and starts it. After voice authorization, Fernando gives Aiaspi commands to release controls of the ambulance to Hondo, and set the GPS navigator to the hideway. He also sets the hideaway's security system to turn off when Hondo gets there. He then rolls down the window and tells Hondo to go ahead of him. Hondo step into the amublance and drives away. Fernando: Aisapi, Convoy mode with the other vehicles. We're moving out of this place. Aisapi: This place has gotten too dangerous for mission objective? Fernando: Yes. Aisapi: Convoy mode set. Destination Coordinates inputted into nav-con computers. Ready when you are. Fernando set the car into gear, and starts slowly to drive away. The other cars, a Porche 911, a Ferarri Dino, Rolls Royce Silver Wrath, and a couple of Corn Victory limos line up behind Fernando. Once in position, they start to drive off, with as little as 6 inches between them. The train of cars follow the Jaguar down the streets of Milan and onto the highway. Keeping the drive there slow as to not cause an accident, they arrive at the hide away in about 40 minutes. Fernando drives into the drive way and to the rear of the house. There, the cars park themselves. In a couple of minutes, Fernando walks inside, finding Hondo raiding the frig. Fernando: I doubt you'll find any roast beef in there. As much as I ask for it, they simply wont send any. Hondo: You know how they are’Ķ budgets, limits, nothing to the mission at hand or to the safety and comfort of the agents at hand. Fernando: Same excuse as to why they wont bulletproof the Porches. Too much money! Hondo: O’ĶKay’Ķ So whats the plan? -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Location: fountain Inn, SC Pro/Anti?: G+? Someone else not fining much good to eat, Hondo grabs a wedge of extra sharp cheese, a hand full of jerky and a beverage that looks like it should be highly caffeinated. he hangs his coat on a chair and plops down on the couch. Fernando grabs a bit to eat as well and goes and sits in the easy chair. Hondo eats his food and waits for the 'commander' to give his plan. *Now we have to rescue Tammy, too. I hope they didn't find her gun.* He thought. Hondo pulled out his palm pilot and used the remote function on his laptop, that was hidden at the hotel still. He chelled the cameras to see the chaos that was reigning at the Hotel. *Well, the Party's in full swing.* he thought before he looked up at Fernando, who seemed to be ready to speak. "Well, let's hear it, boss squirrel. What your plan for cheatin' the grim reaper this time?" -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - "LJ-Bravo calling USS Enterprise. LJ-Bravo calling USS Enterprise." "This is Enterprise. Go on LJ-Bravo." "We're coming in. ETA 10 minutes. Prepare for emergency landing and give us some cover." Sinclair was pumping from the engines everything they've got. Turning and twisting, avoiding his pursuers the best he could. Even with the chaos the tripods were causing it wasn't easy. Red leader ejected and his plane was quickly put out of commission by a burst through the wings. "Roger that. Planes scrambled and heading your way. Frequency 210." "Roger." Charles switched the channel. "LJ-Bravo calling Falcon-1." "This is Falcon-1." "We've got five bandits on our tail. Mind taking care of them?" "Affirmative LJ-Bravo. We're on our way." A short dogfight ensued, giving Sinclair the time he needed. "Enterprise. This is LJ-Bravo. I'm going down. Keep those nets ready." Charles decreassed altitude and closed throttle, watching the altmeter. "DOS, notify me when the plane reaches 100MPH." "OK." The plane levelled just slightly above Enterprise's flight deck level. The ship was approaching quickly. "100MPH." Sinclair opened the throttle just enough to maintain the velocity. He flew past the carrier and turned onto the landing path in a wide circle. "Everyone brace yourselves!" he shouted into the intercom. "We're landing!" Fighting the controls to maintain straight level flight, Sinclair extended landing gear, flew over the stern of the ship and suddenly pulled the throttle all the way back, stalling the plane. Wheels connected with an ear-piercing shriek, bounced and then connected again. Sinclair slammed on the main gear brakes, leaving the nose free for a second, not to cause the plane to flip by the sudden non-zero torque. Fortunately, the net was ready and in excellent condition. The LearJet slammed into it, almost snapping it by the sheer momentum. The plane skidded to a halt. Sighing in relief, Sinclair taxied to the elevator, leaving the runway clear for Midnight, switched off the engines and turned to DOS, who made thumbs-up. -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - [Flashback] Around noon, Midnight spends some time watching the airshow. He gets a chance to see who this certain Giovanni de Luca is. As if he could have predicted it, "Gio Pinin" is everything but "pinin". In fact, he is a mountain of muscles in shape of a black rat. Midnight refers to the fact that he still fits into the cockpit of a WWII warbird as a wonder. But it's much less of a wonder to him that Gio works for the government, and what exactly his work is. While Gio's Mustang is up in the air, things happen quickly. The Palm alarm goes off, and Midnight recieves the message. He sends messages to his co-pilot and passengers to tell him when they'll be at the airport, gets up, and heads for the exit, walking right past a certain rabbit. Apparently, Rebecca Conijn was on her way to him, but certainly not for some harmless flirt. Rebecca watches him leave and takes her cell phone. She speed-dials a number. "Rebecca speaking. Tell Gio the fledgling has left the nest." Taking multiple taxis, buses and the like, and avoiding a direct path, Midnight returns to his hotel and packs his things. This time he has to smuggle three guns into the airport: the tranq pistol Fernando has given him, the disassembled tranq sniper rifle, and the Micro Uzi, the latter two being stored in wooden boxes. All three are stowed into a large toolbox made of steel. It is rather a trolley with a handle and a set of wheels After changing into his pilot outfit, Midnight leaves the room, chells out, and walks the direct way to the airport, fully aware that he'd be unable to defend himself with all three guns buried among tools. "That's an awful lot of tools there," a security member notices the tool trolley which triggers the metal detector. "I wish I wouldn't need them," Midnight replies. "Right before my next flight, I get a phone call telling me my plane broke down. No-one here can fix that model, they don't even have appropriate tools. I'm lucky I could borrow some." "May I have a look into the toolbox, please?" "Sure, go ahead if you wanna cause another half hour of delay. Or shall I tell your boss who's responsible for that delay, huh?" "N-no, of course not. Go ahead if your time is so tight, don't let yourself be stopped." [/Flashback] A few hours later, the other Learjet is heading right for the Mediterranean Sea. It is flying at full throttle for three reasons. The pilot wants to leave the city as quickly as possible. Then he tries to bring its handling as close to what he is used to as possible, even if a small business jet is no race plane. And last but not least, business people are always in a hurry, aren't they? Midnight has heard what happened to Sinclair who was attacked by jet fighters. 'I hope it's quiet behind me. I can't see what's happening in two thirds of my surroundings.' "USS Enterprise calling LJ-Alpha," came a voice from the radio. "This is LJ-Alpha. What's up? Any air-to-air missiles locked upon me?" "No, all you've got is some traffic on six o'clock. No supersonic fighter. Could be one of our vintage warbirds." The speaker paused. "Strange, I wonder why he's coming home this early." "Do you know what model it is?" "According to eyewitnesses, it's a North American P-51D Mustang coming straight from the airshow." "Mustang? Airshow? USS Enterprise, please get fighters out here and intercept that plane if it's none of yours! It's quite likely, and if that plane is wearing the silver Italian air force livery, it's even an undeniable fact that this is not a friend, but rather a government agent out to shoot us down!" "With a Mustang? C'mon, a Learjet is way faster than a standard Mustang!" "I've got a Mustang myself. A replica, but still. And I know that a Mustang can be pretty damn fast! And how do you know that thing doesn't have a 3,000+hp race engine under the hood? Besides, even if a Mustang is slower than a Learjet, its bullets are not!" The speaker's gulp was clearly audible on the radio. "Okay, fighters are on the way. Can you distract him as long as they aren't there?" "I can, but I won't. Not yet. He shall not know that I know he's there. And I don't think he'll try to shoot me down over land. After all, Genoa's right ahead of us. A Sidewinder would rip us to shreds which would then rain down. Machine guns, on the other hand, would cause a mostly complete, rigid aircraft to crash into whatever is below it." With these words, Midnight takes back the throttle in order not to be over water before the fighters are there, and he makes sure that Genoa is actually really on twelve o'clock. "Oh, one more thing," he adds. "Don't blast my pursuer's plane unless it's really necessary. After all, we're talking about a Mustang, and one of the few surviving and running Italian ones no less." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando ---------- Fernando thinks of a plan simillar to the Kei's Rescue of Yuir in the Dirty Pair’Äôs Flight 005 Conspriacy. He just needed to see if there was enough supplies to do the rescue with. Fernando: You stay right here while I go chell on something in the basement. Fernando throws the tv remote at Hondo. Fernando: Go gather up some local Intel whilst I'm gone. Fernando walks away into the basement, leaving Hondo to his own devices. The local news media merely mentions of a Mafia war that is spreading from Milan. No more can be said other than conjecture and opinion. In the basement, Fernando only find the minimum of what he needed. He thinks to himself, 'figures, fools takes things out and don't return them back... I'm going to need to chell on inventory.' Finding an inventory control panel on a near by wall, Fernando counts off the list, chelling what he needs. Code: Two soviet micro-copters, three of five missing: chell two- 2inch rocket launchers, with 25 rocket capacity, eight of 10 missing: chell 12- 2 inch rockets with high yeild explosive war heads, 132 out of 144 missing: chell’Ķ Fernando says to himself: That's enough’Ķ obviousl somebody's been having a ball with the equipment. Hardly anything’Äôs here. F-it all, I’Äôll take the microcopters and a rocket launcher with a few rockets. Fernando goes upstairs to get Hondo. Fernando: Hondo, come here. Hondo: Yes Boss man’Ķ Fernando sighs at the response, then tells him. Fernando: We’Äôre going to do some shopping, but mind you, the cubboard is bare. A couple of items are heavy, so I'll need help with them. Hondo (following Fernando to the basement): Fine by me boss. Hondo enters the basement, looking around, and is dismayed by it all. Gun racks, Ammo shelves, micellaneous equipment storage compartments- all mostly empty except for a couple of items of each. Fernando goes to one of the larger storage shelves and pulls out a duffle bag larger than himself, putting it on the ground. Hondo: What is that thing? Fernando: It's a Kamov Ka-56 foldable helicopter. Used in the cold war, as a form of personal get-away device. We managed to steal a few, but damn it- why we never built our own is beyond me! Hondo: A foldable helicopter? Fernando: What- you were expecting a full sized gatling gun? Hondo: Never knew they had one of these, that’Äôs all. Fernando: We don't have them, The Soviets did. Fernando starts to assemble it on the floor of the basement, a few things unfold and lock into place. Fernando: There. Hondo: What do you intend to do with that? Fernando: Rescue Tammy, of course. Hondo: How? Fernando reaches up into a shelf and pulls out a 2 inch rocket. Fernando: With a couple of these’Ķ Hondo looks at the rocket and micro copter. Hondo: You got one for me? Fernando: You’Äôll be driving the ambulance. I will cause the distraction and get Tammy out, while the mayhem ensues. Once in the ambluance, you will drive us away. Hondo: You're going to leave the copter behind? Fernando: After what will be left of it, they wont know what it is. Hondo: I see. Fernando chells on the various elements of the aircraft, including fuel and oil levels. Fernando: Stand back. He then starts the engine, letting it rev up and down until it runs smoothly. Holding onto the clutch and the main rotor assembly, the main blades remain still as Fernando does an engine chell. The engine runs fine, though it needs a bit of a tune up, but it will have to do without it. Fernando shuts off the engine, and nods approvingly. Fernando: Help me ratchet this rocket launcher to the side of the heli. Hondo does as he's told, and they work on a few modifications, adding the rockets afterwards. Then they fold up the helicopter and put it onto the ambulance. A few extra bits and pieces were also added for some mayhen. As they close up the back of the ambulance, Fernando starts to explain the plan to Hondo. Fernando: They are holding Tammy in the upper floors of the Westlin Hotel. I am going to fly up there and explode the rooms next to where they are holding her. They are going to run out for their lives, as I land either in the exploded room or on the roof and go get Tammy. Of course I might end up in a gun fight but that’Äôs the not an issue. Getting her out is and issue. When I ditch the chopper, I'll get into the emergency medical suit and get her into the ambulance. Once inside, you drive us away. Hondo: Sounds good, except for one thing. Fernando: What would that be? Hondo: Why cant I have the fun’Ķ Fernando: If you can run to the roof, you can recycle the chopper and fly it back to the ambulance. But that would delay plans for a few minutes’Ķ hmmm’Ķ. OK’Ķ I'll wait for you to get to the roof to recycle the helicopter. Just don’Äôt get carried away with it. Hondo agrees, adding to the plan witth his little schemes. They get into the ambulance and drive off to the mission. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - As Red Leader drifted downwards by parachute, he may have been the only person to see a group of very tiny robots make an attempt to repair a heavily damaged wing. They were only partially successful before meeting the ground; but successful enough to land, as opposed to crashing. It would take a while to get the plane airworthy again; the original air battle would be done before that could happen. But the tripods laboured nonetheless, reattaching the wing rather more firmly and finding something to do about the wrecked canopy... -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando and Hondo make it to a park 1/2 mile from the Westlin Hotel. Fernando steps out and pulls the mini-copter from the back of the ambulance and takes it to the park to assemble it. Hondo drives the Ambulance to the back of the Hotel in a side alley way. After parking the ambulance, he runs out and enters the hotel from the loading dock side in EMT gear. Dressed as an emergency medical technician, nobody questions his entry. He makes it past the kitchen, and onto the lobby, taking an elevator to an unclosed floor, where Tammy is being held at. Going around the floor, he leaves little black boxes near by the floor's fire extinguishers. Once done, Hondo takes the stairs to the roof, where he takes a pair of binoculars. He finds Fernando airborne and coming fast. Tammy was on the middle of the west wing on the 18 floor of 25 in the building, tied up and gagged, with several men around her. She is positioned in the room, facing the window, to a city lit in light against the night. Every once in a while one would ungag her and ask her questions to which she has no answers. When dissatified, she is gagged again, sometimes slapped in the face. It is one of these gagging and slapping seasons Tammy's Internet Palm unit rings. Then men turn to the table to face it, along with the gun they found on her and other personal belongings. Man asking questions: Lets see who that is... As he reaches for the device, there are two loud explosions in each of the empty adjoining rooms to theirs. After it quiets down, a 'whomp whomp whomp' sound of a helicopter can be heard outside their window. Several of the men got up from their cowardly balled up positions and stepped to the window. Several faint gun shots were heard, along with glass breaking, following by the thud of the bodies of dead men falling to the floor. The few in the front of the room by the door scurry out into the hallway, leaving Tammy behind. Fernando flies the helicopter to the roof where Hondo was waiting for him. As Fernando lands the mini copter, Hondo presses a button on a box in his pocket, blowing up the fire extinguishers on the floor. They switch places, and Fernando runs down to the 18th Floor get Tammy with Hondo's medical bag. As Hondo lifts off from the roof, another helicopter shines a bright spotlight on him. It is met with a rocket striking its engine compartment and turns into a fireball. Hondo flies the mini copter to the alley and lands it by the ambulance. He quickly packs it away and drives to the front, of the hotel where police, fire and other ambulance crews were there surveying the scene. Reporters and camera crews from news media were there, snapping pictures of all who and what were there. On the 18th floor, Fernando finds several wounded gunmen, who were still willing to fight. Unfortunately for them, Fernando was at the top of his game for his age, and perhaps theirs, as they were little more than the walking dead from some horror film. Even with those taking their first shots at Fernando, they missed. Fernando was able to make his aim true and hit his shots to their heads. Finally after the gun fight, Fernando finds the undamaged room where Tammy was tied up. He gets to her, pulling out a knife from his med kit and cut away her restraints. Once free, Tammy hugs him and holds him tightly. Fernando: We're not out of here yet, dear... Fernando looks around and finds the blinking light from Tammy's Palm device on a nearby table. He gathers the things quickly and puts them into Hondo's bag. Once secure, he goes back to Tammy. Fernando: Hun, play dead squirrel for me... She does, and he throws her over his shoulder, and takes the elevator down. Once on the lobby, they are met for police and fire fighters. He runs out of the elevator, yelling 'Terrorists on the 18th floor!' Ignoring him, they all rush into availble elevators to get to the 18th floor. Those who could not wait for another elevator, took the stairs. Fernando runs out of the hotel, where he meets up with Hondo who was waiting by the entrance, making sure that another ambulance crew did not snatched them away. The two run to their ambulance, with reporters snapping pictures of the daring rescue. Fernando manages to jump in the back and closes the door quickly, as Hondo goes to the front, and drives away with the siren wailing. After driving 1/2 a mile, Hondo shuts off the lights and sirens. Fernando turns to the open area and leans between the driver and passenger's chairs. Fernando: Good work, Hondo. You even recycled the mini copter. Consider it yours, if you can fed ex it home. Hondo: The pleasure was mine, really. Fernando: You know, this is just a piece cake, compared to rescueing Bink. Hondo: Rescuing Bink will be a bigger piece of cake, just got to be hungry to eat it all... Fernando: I like your philosophy. Fernando opens up the bag and hand Tammy back her palm device and gun. Fernando: Ready to take back your sister? Tammy only nods and then leans to Fernando and hugs him. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - on the ride back to the hideout Hondo quickly formulated a plan to get the copter home and another plan to convert his Bronco to carry it. He was pleased with the nights work, but readied himself for the next big play. He hadn't shot a single bullet that time, but he knew next time would be a different story. He tried to put all thoughts out of his mind, save one, and that one was save Bink and the other girls. He knew he looked mean and mischievious most of the time and he would shoot at the drop of a hat, but he was not as unfeeling as most thought. He had learned to be hard, because those he helped needed him to be. Those who needed he and Fernando needed them to be hard and unmovable as ever. He knew though, without the care they had for these girls safety their hardness would be worthless. *That* he thought, * is what sets aside fellows like Fernando and me.* "So, Boss man, We take a quick nap, get together a plan and supplies and hit'um tomorry, eh?" Hondo asked over his shoulder to Fernando, but he was lost in thought. *Oh well, He'll let me know when he is ready.* Hondo thought to himself. *I need to chell that basement again, might have a lot missin', but I might can rig somethin' useful out of the junk. I always was good at that, and with the lessons Gadget taught me in buildin' with junk, you just never know.* -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair went to the door and opened them. "Oh right. Everyone out." One by one they exited, Monty once again on Sinclair's back. Charles then proceeded to phaze 3. "Deck officer! Deck officer!" "I'm the deck officer. What do you want pilot?" "Give me three of your best mechanics. I've got work to do." "Why should I?" "Because! Because I must be ready for takeoff ASAP! Because there are ten of our men still inside that mess! And because I have the authority from our commander!" -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando answers Hondo's question, trying to slowly pry himself from a shell-shocked Tammy. Fernando: No rest for the weary, Hondo. Go back to Fountain by the hotel. I'll tell you where to park, then you can go out and get us all a light snack. Hondo: Alrighty Boss Squirrel man... Fernando: Lets hope we can get in contact with the girls again. Hondo: hmm... After a bit of driving through the scenic route, they make it to the park by the hotel where the fountain was at. Hondo leaves to find a snack for tham all, perhaps sandwiches and beer or pastries and coffee. With an agency credit card, limits (or lack thereof) as to where to buy is daunting. He goes to the hotel, into the dining area. He orders three small simple meals to go, complete with all the fixings and plasticware. In the ambulance, Fernando searches the ambulance and finds a spare uniform jacket and hat, that belonged to JeanetteIsabelle. Fernando, handing them to Tammy: Put these on. Tammy looks at the hat and jacket, before putting them on. Fernando: It has a bulletproof lining. I would not allow a medic's uniform not to have it. Tammy sits up on the chair and puts on the jacket and hat. Then she sits back, slightly withdrawn. Fernando: Tammy, just one question. She looks at him, tired and weary, as a good interogation would. Fernando: Do you know who was it that kidnapped you; was it the SWA government agency or the RF Terrorists? Tammy (in a tired voice): I dont know. Fernando: Its alright if you dont know. Tammy just sighs. Fernando: Tonight we're try to find Bink, and if possible, rescue her. So I need you to be at your best as possible. OK? Tammy: I'll try. Fernando: Just one more thing. Tammy: What is it? Fernando: No matter what I tell you, dont leave my side. Tammy: I wont. Hondo returns with the food. It was more than it should be, but with little choices on the menu, Hondo made sure to have the most options for everyone. Tammy takes the ceasar salad, with some ice tea. Everyone else takes what they want and eat. Listening to the police scanner in the ambulance, more choas and mayhem ensues as more killings are added with bombings through out the city. Reserves from the suburbs are denied, as they are fighting on their own levels of this societal break down to civil war. -------------------------------------------------- - End Page 25

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:37pm CCC - - - - - Out in the not-too-distant countryside, a car stopped next to what appeared to be a fighter jet. While the passenger got out to investigate, the driver remained in the vehicle. The jet appeared to have shed it's canopy, leaving a smooth, streamlined surface. Neither person noticed the small robot scuttle under the car, and scuttle back th the plane. But both noticed the plane quietly drive off to look for a lonelier bit of road. And both noticed that their car no longer went. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Earlier at the scene where Jose was killed, as the body was taken away, Jean, (the brother of the deceased) and his charge Rico, were investigating. Jean's cell phone rings. "Yes. . . . Yes, sir." Pause. "Yes. All right." Pause. "Section 1's investigating?" Pause. "No I understand." A car pulls up. "They're here now." Pietro Fermi addresses Jean. "This is Eleanora Gabriella. I'm Pietro Fermi." "I've been expecting you. Good to meet you." "Who's this?" Pietro asked, referring to the girl mouse. "Rico. My cyborg." "Rico? Isn't that a boy's name?" Eleanora asked. "Each cyborg is named by her handler. We can give them any name we want." "She have a last name?" Eleanora continued. "No." Jean answered. "So what have you guys come up with as possible suspects?" Pietro asked. "We are still running it down but in our particular business we tend to have enemies everywhere." "You insist on having the cyborgs do all the killing for you?" Jose puts his arm around Rico. "They are more efficient killers than anyone I have ever known. They don't think or feel. They just do. They just kill" "You make it sound these cyborgs you developed are perfect killing machines." "Effective but not perfect." Pietro walks up to Rico. "So are you saying these cyborgs follow the orders they are given?" He puts his right hand on Rico. "They are never free to exercise their own judgement when they go on a mission?" Jean brushes Pietro's hand off of Rico. "Every handler is free to train his cyborg as he sees fit. Strict discipline and conditioning are used to ensure that every one of them does their job right but they do think for them selves especially when their handler is in danger. They would die protecting him." "Interesting. So they are not just puppets." "So now you know what makes the cyborgs tick." Eleanora makes an observation. "Bink drew her gun but no shots were fired." The four drove to the hotel where the teams were staying. Rico escorts Eleanora and Pietro to the hotel room where she and Bink were staying. "This is where Bink and I were staying." Eleanora and Pietro look around the room. "Triela and Claes are sharing a room and Angelica has a room to her self." In Triela and Claes's room, Claes was on her bed with her nose in a book as Triela is at the table, with her back to the door, playing with her teddy bear as she is humming "Ode to Joy." This was her latest bear in her collection. She has nine stuffed bears all together. Rico opens the door. "Triela. . . ." "Rico. You're back already?" Pietro is at the door. "Can we come in?" Triela looks behind her and stands up. "Who are you?" Pietro makes a quiet observation. "Books, stuffed bears, they are like regular kids." "This is Miss Gabriella and Mr. Fermi from section 1. They want to talk to you about Bink." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - As the three of them wait in the ambulance, Fernando works on his laptop. Not urgently, but almost dilegently. A few seconds later, Tammy's PDA beeps. She opens the PDA, finding a text file has been loaded to her screen. Code: The last Flower by James Thurber World War XII, as everyone knows, brought about the collapse of civilization. Towns cities, and villages disappeared. All the groves and forest were destroyed, and all the gardens, and all the works of art. Men, women, and children became lower than the animals. Discouraged and disillusioned, dogs deserted their fallen masters. Books Paintings, and music disappeared from the earth, and human beings just sat around doing nothing. Years and years went by. Even the few generals who were left forgot what the last war had decided. Boys and girls grew up to stare at each other blankly. Love had passed from earth. One day, a young girl who had never seen a flower chanced to come upon the last one in the world. She told the other human beings that the last flower was dying. The only one who paid attention to her was a young man. Together, the young man and the girl nurtured the flower and it began to live again. One day, a bee visited the flower, and a humming bird. Before long, there were two flowers, and then a great many. Groves and forests flourished again. The young girl began to take interest in how she looked. The young man discovered that touching the girl was pleasurable. Love was reborn into the world. The children of the young man and the girl grew up strong and healthy. They learned to run and laugh. Dogs came out of their exile. The young man discovered how to build a shelter. Pretty soon everybody was building shelters. Towns, cities, and villages sprung up. Song came back into the world, and troubadours and jugglers, tailors and cobblers, painters and poets, and sculptors, and soldiers and Lieutenants and Captains, and Generals and Major-Generals, and liberators. Some people went to one place to live, and some to another. Before long, those who went to live in the valleys wished they had gone to live in the hills. And those who had to live in the hills wished they had gone down to live in valleys. The liberators, under the guidance of God, set fire to the discontented. So presently, the world was at war again. This time, the destruction was so complete that nothing at all was left in the world, except one man, one woman, and a flower. Tammy: One man, one woman, and a flower? Fernando: Do you understand? Tammy: Yes. Fernando: Do you understand how it applies to the real world? Tammy (after thinking about it): The cycle must end? Fernando: Yes... -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II Was driving on MA-51 then he saw a Van have RF on the side of it "They looking for me time for the plan" *Then he speed off about 180 miles perhould as the van speed about 120 then they saw him with his gun as he fire a shot to there tire as it hit they crash into a bulding saying Salavatones Bar it was close anyway Alex II: HOpe this guy have insurance *then he put his hand on the one a Red Mouse he was alive but out cold for awhile "He ok He comeing with me other two are dead *Then he took the Red Mouse puting him behind his car handcuffing him and his legs then he put a time bomb on the car for one minnetn then got in his car then drove off as he was far he turn his car invisibal aslo Police Sirners and Fire turcks srinesr was heading towards the bar then the Van blow up next to the bar same as the bar too as the cops got there no edvicanes was there* * Alex II Driving Razale: Make sure no Edvicane leve behind Alex II: Yea I blow it up making sure no Police or the SWA won't find anything leading to the RF I got one of the RF Member in my car they were afting me too but I outsmarted them Razale: Godo Fernando want to see him first Alex II: Yea I am heading that way call Nando tellhing him I got the RF Member in my car I know this one can tell us were Bink is and how many RF In there watching bink too Razale: Right over and out *then Razale Calling Ferando telling him that Alex II caught one of the RF Members since they were afting him too Alex II: Time to Tell Fernando and Tammy the turth that I am Tammy and Bink Cousin -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - The Texas and her escorts made record time from Toulon to Geona, arriving in just under four and a half hours. Reports coming out of Italy were grim. The United States State Department was now advising against travel to Italy and recommending that any American tourists there currently leave. Immediately. To that end, the Navy was sending three Wasp-class amphibious assault ships, and the USS San Antonio, the Navy's newest amphibious landing ship. Together, the amphibs would help evacuate American tourists before Italy devolved further into war. Unfortunately, though, the amphibs were not as fast as the carriers or Texas, so it would take time for them to arrive. In the meantime, Eddie had been studying reports coming out of Italy. The violence was escalating: shootings and bombings were becoming more frequent, and not just in Milan. Geona had seen several incidents, as had Venice, Rome, Turin, and Naples. The fox paced the wheelhouse of Texas. The ships in the battle group were currently operating at Wartime Condition 3, which was just one step below General Quarters. As soon as the ship's alarm bell rang, all 1,592 crewmen aboard would rush to their battle stations on Texas in a matter of minutes and the ship would be ready to deal with virtually anything that the Italin Navy, Air Force, SWA, or the terrorists could throw at her. The air aboard the ship felt stuffy and tense. This was partly due to the reduced ventilation throughout the ship: at watertight condition Yoke, many (but not all) hatches and vents had been closed off. But it was also due to the high anxiety level throughout the ship. The entire crew knew very well that within the next 24 hours, the sound of Texas's big guns might be heard, and not for a training exercise or test firing. The Italians knew very well that Texas was there. At nearly 950 feet long, 125 feet wile, and displacing 75,000 tons, Texas would make a huge blip on any radar screen, especially since she was constructed long before stealth technology had been developed. There was no possible way that they could miss her. And lying offshore just barely in international waters, the huge ship was easily visible to anyone on shore with a halfway decent pair of binoculars. Despite this, Eddie wasn't particularly concerned about an attack on his command. Oh, he had planned for one, but after studying intelligence reports on the Italian military, he had concluded that there wasn't much they could do to the massive battle wagon. Both he and naval planners back in Washington were pretty sure that any missile would bounce of the thick armor of the ship. Torpedoes were more of a threat; a lucky hit to the ship's stern area could cripple Texas's steering capabilities. The Italian Navy did have several modern ultra-quiet diesel submarines. Six torpedoes, while not enough to sink the battleship, would almost certainly cripple her. That was what the destroyers and the USS Cheyenne were for. However, at the moment at lest, Eddie didn't think it likely that elements of the Italian Navy would challenge the battle group directly. A missile attack was more likely, perhaps from a shore launcher commandeered by separatists. But even that wasn't too terribly likely at the moment. In short, there was nothing for the battle group to do but wait. Its presence would hopefully buy time for Americans in Italy to get out. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando kept thinking about who kidnapped Tammy, and why. Its like something was missing. The main players in this game was the Italian Government with the SWA being its hand. The other was a mish mash of groups and master planners of self indulged leaders involve in anti social,For sever and at times, violent activities- often filled with wanna-bes who took credit for other people's work. For several minutes on Fernando's laptop, JeanetteIsabelle and him discussed their misunderstanding. Though they had not gotten to an agreement of sorts, at least there was an understanding or sorts. It would depend on how things play out with them, though they know that their interpersonal relationship does not affect the outcome of the mission. If anything, if Fernando got killed in the mission, Jeanette knows to send black roses and to keep the Ex-From-hell away from the coffin. But Fernando keep thinking, hacking into every computer system he can in the Italian Network. Nothing was found as to who would have kidnapped Tammy, not even some power hungry schmoe wanting to take credit for it. Perhaps the overkill on Fernndo's part. Or no one wants to admit defeat by the hand of a very angry squirrel with the access to some technology who managed a 25 to 0 body count. Either way, Fernando, though still wanting to continue the mission, is having to second guess himself and he does not like it. He continues with hacking the Italian internet in search of clues. Fernando satellite cell phone rings. He was not happy since it is a VERY private number. It was Alex II, telling him that he had a prisoner for interogation and a more personal matter- he relations to Tammy and Bink. Fernando tells Alex II to hang the Prisoner by his ankles at the hideaway and use him as a pinata until Fernando's return, and to not let the mission get personal, before hanging up the phone. Fernando: Tammy, do you have any cousins working for the goverment, military, post office? Tammy: None that I know of, but we are a large family... Fernando: Most squirrel families are. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Jean gives Section 2's report to Pietro Fermi of Section 1. Rico is with her handler. "The American CIA was responsible?" Pietro asked. "Retired operative Fernando G led a team including seven agents and fourteen unknowns. They were working with the RF operative, Anne Rossellini." "The American CIA is going to great lengths to obtain a cyborg?" "Yes." "This concludes Section 1's investigation in the matter." "We still don't know how the American CIA was able to track Jose's team but they obviously marked them, tranquilized Bink and terminated Jose that night. Bink managed to draw her weapon but failed to fire any shots before being succumbed by the tranquilizing agent." -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then one of the RF Agent realy a Rouge CIA Agent was hanging upside down in the Underground Hideout under the US Emebesy As Alex II came in Wereing a German Uniforme also wering glasses and german hat Alex II Cyborg hand was flexing then two US Emebesy Guards bring a TV and DVD Player with a DVD of Barney the Purpal Dinsoure then he told them to leve as the RF Agent waking up Alex II: HEISSEN Sie gut, wem Sie sendete, um nach mir zu kommen und zwei ist Ihr Fell heraus waren RF AGent: I WILL NEVER TALK Alex II: Brunnen haben wir Weisen, Sie Gesprˆ§ch zu bilden, das ich ein DVD ALSO Horbal spielen werde, er Sie Scream bildet und dann gebrochen Ihnen fˆ§ngt an zu sprechen, wenn meine Freunde hier erhalten *THen he put the DVD into the DVD Player then when it came on Barney was on the TV Singing his song *then cut to outside of the US Emebesy Halls RF Agent (OS): NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT THAT NOT THAT ANYTHING BUT BARNEY TURN IT OFF! Alex II: (OS): Sprechen Sie? RF Agent (OS): GRRRR NEVER Alex II: (OS): Brunnen gehe ich zum leve es 3 Stunden lang weiter, bis meine Freunde hier Hoffnung erhalten, die Sie IHN sprechen kˆ�nnen ER ER *THen he Left the room leving the door lock* RF Agent: I CAN BEAR THIS I CAN BEAR THIS I CAN SURVIE THIS AHHH WHO I AM KIDIING I CAN'T SURVIED THIS ARGGGGGGGG * Alex II was out side waitng for the RF AGent to crack* "Give it 2.5 Hours he will crack. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando goes back to the Italian government computers and finds a new file in one of the many personal directories trash bin, slated for a file shredding during system maintenence. He reassembles the file and sector links, then downloads it to his machine (translated from Italian): Code: Section 2 investigation of agent Jose Assassination and Cyborg Bink Aduction: Following the instability of Northern Italian society has been of late, the murder of an operative, many criminal elements are involved, none has been sucessful in infiltraing, much less targetting an operative. It is the view of this commitee of the following: -Retired USA CIA Agent Fernado G has been around asking questions about a missing girl fitting the cyborg's description. -Retired USA CIA Agent Fernand G arrived to Italy with 21 other individuals, 7 of them are known CIA agents. The others are deemed to be mission specialits of sorts; one with red hair and green eyes posing as his wife. -Both the CIA and Agent Fernando G were seen working with RF Terrorist agent Anne Rossellini. -CIA has been working on their own cyborg program with little sucess. As in the past, the CIA is more than willing to steal a working cyborb for their own study and replication. -Operative Jose was found dead with Cyborg Bink unfired weapon nearby. Security cameras of the areas recorded the final moments of Jose and Bink being accosted, Bink bink hit with a tranquilizing agent, Operative Jose being murdered and Bink being dragged away by masked individuals in a dark van. This shows that Section 1 was being monitored and followed by a covert group for the most oppertune moment to strike. Jose taking Bink for a walk was the oppertunity that they needed to make their move... Fernando stares at the report, not wanting to believe what he is reading but knows why it is there- CYA... He closes the window and then shuts down the laptop, before leaning back against the seat and closes his eyes, then sighs. Fernando: Hondo? Hondo: Yes Squirrel Boss man? Fernando: Take me back to the hide out. Alex II has a prisoner there for me interogate. Hondo: Want me to drive fast? Fernando: No, take yout time, I want to enjoy the moment when I get there. Tammy: Fernando? Fernando: Save it for later. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo pulled out and started down the road to the hideout. *Shoot!* Hondo thought, *I like fast better. I know I could get 20% better fuel milage and increase the horse power on this rig by at lease 25HP if I could rig a hydrogen booster, Oh there I go again! Need to think of mission only.* Hondo's mind tended to wander when he drove slow, but he was also more perceptive when thinking. "They Think it's you, don't they, Boss? Hondo said. "Who thinks it's me? What are you talking about, Hondo?" Fernando said sounding somewhat irritated. "You know who. This agency we are up against, the one with the bthree letters in front of it." Hondo was bad at names. "I'm not asking how you know that, but yes. I found a file on their computer in which they stated me personally and they know a little about what we are up to and are blaming it all on us." Fernando said matter of factly. "I thought so. an d the CIA's involved some how too eh?" Hondo said. "yah. too much involved." Fernando said. "I want to know how you knew, Hondo." Tammy said as her interest peaked slightly. "It's a long story. You won't believe it anyway." Hondo said. "We have time." Fernando said. "Might be good entertainment for her." "I would like to hear it." Tammy said. "OK, here is the short of it. I have a strong, uncontrollable 6th sense. If I am not concentratin' on what a person is a doin', I can sometimes sense what they are thinkin'. I also can some times perceive future events, sense danger and answer the phone before the first ring." Hondo said. He was serious and looked serious, but Tammy did not believe him. "Right, yah. and I see dead people." she said sarcastically. Tammy sat back and looked insulted like Hondo had made it up to make her look foolish. "Don't get ugly on me, Tammy. I told ya, y'would believe me, but it is the truth." Hondo said. "It can't be!" Tammy said. She was not as angry now , but still was completely disbelieving. "Tammy, there are thing in this world we will never understand, and I have seen plenty. I don't disbelieve Hondo. 6th sense has gotten me out of trouble before." "I Didn't want to stir up anyone." Hondo said. "besides, we need to stick to the situation at hand. If we figure to succeed, we need to keep on track." "Hondo's right about that Tammy. You need to prepare yourself for the worst, but set your mind to accomplish the best." Fernando said. Tammy only nodded and set back. She was very tired and wanted to sleep, and both Fernando and Hondo were deep in thought about what would transpire next. They were in silence the whole way back, and no obstacles got in their way. "We're here, Boss Hombre." Hondo said as they pulled up to the hideout. -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - Steadily, the distance between the Learjet and the silver Mustang grows. "You're fast," a voice with an Italian accent comes from the radio, "but not fast enough. When you're over the Ligurian Sea, you're still within reach of my guns." "Well," another voice can be heard on the same device, "then guess who's aiming at you right now. Go on following the Learjet, but slowly." Gio takes a look around and discovers six U.S. Air Force F-16 jets, all of them armed to the teeth with nothing but AIM-9 "Sidewinder" heat-seeking missiles and a couple of AIM-120 AMRAAM radar-guided air-to-air missiles, just in case. One of the jets is right behind him, and he can be sure that it has got its missiles locked upon him. "Got it?" the voice crackled from the speakers in both the Learjet and the Mustang. "One false move, de Luca, and you'll experience an inferno which even Dante would never have imagined. LJ-Alpha, hurry up and come back home, we'll keep that bloke at a distance. You'll have an estimated five minutes to clear the runway once you're down. Good luck." Some minutes later, the USS Enterprise crew watches for the second time that day as a much too large aircraft approaches the carrier. Even though this has happened before, many hold their breath as the Learjet touches down on the very end of the runway, skids a few meters on its tires due to the locked brakes, and finally hits the net and stops. The net is quickly removed, the Learjet rolls away from the runway and unloads its crew, passengers, and all of its luggage. "I still wonder why they made him follow us," Charles points out. "Are they gonna shoot him into smithereens over the open sea?" "No," Rose says, welcoming the four returning Rangerphiles, "as Midnight wished us to do, we won't damage the plane unless it's necessary. We'll guide him here and hold him for ransom. Fernando's got a prisoner from the RF, now we'll have one from the government's side. He's supposed to have a lot of connections to the SWA and a lot to tell us." "So you'll have him land on this carrier?" Midnight remarks. "What if he turns his approach into a suicide mission and slams his plane into the ship at as much speed as possible?" "First, he'd be shot before he reaches us. Second, a P-51D Mustang can't do that much damage to this ship. And third, he simply won't. We've found out a whole lot about this guy. Giovanni de Luca is not only a marvelous pilot and an assassin, he's working on his career in the government. In his training, he has been taught better than to die, and he knows he's much too valuable for the government. Besides, he puts enough faith into his employers that he might actually believe they can get him outta here. Not to mention that we're dealing with a Catholic and not with a Muslim or Japanese." Absolutely complying with the plans, the silver Italian Mustang lands on the USS Enterprise. The six jets, however, fly past as it is too dangerous for any of them to land behind the old warbird. In the meantime, Midnight is digging through his tool trolley. He finally takes two wooden boxes out of it. "Midnight," Rose wonders, what are you doing there?" "Are any armed forces out there?" "No, the flight deck crew is unarmed. But you have still not answered my question." Midnight opens the boxes and removes its contents. The submachine gun is practically ready to go, albeit unloaded, but the sniper rifle has to be assembled. While he does so, Midnight, like the others, already hears gunfire out on the flight deck. "Rose," he comments, "you forgot to mention that this guy is insane. This doesn't sound like handguns, and the guns on his plane are not firing straight but up into the air." With the Micro Uzi in his left hand and his right hand holding the sniper rifle loaded with tranq ammo, Midnight hides behind the half-open door and whispers, "Get outta your blinking plane, you fool, and fight like a man! You can't hit anyone anyway, and these bullets from your cannons don't hurt this ship at all." As if he had heard it, Gio stops his Mustang and, even before the propeller stops spinning, opens the canopy and climbs out of the cockpit. He then draws two helller & Koch MP5 submachine guns. The hulky figure that he is, there are little doubts that he is actually able to aim and fire both of them at once. With the guns in his fists, he heads for the door behind which Midnight is waiting. One single bang sounds across the ship. Gio drops his guns and sinks down onto the deck. Midnight looks up from his rifle. "Bullseye." As everyone dares to breathe again, RangerReady speaks via the Tannoy system, "Good shot, whoever that was." A moment of silence follows as RangerReady chells if the rat is losing any blood. This is not the case, so he figures that tranq ammunition has been used, and that Gio is still alive. "Alright, take him inside and put him in chains. And I mean chains." -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair got what he wanted. Several hours later the converted LearJet is ready to go. Charles approaches Midnight, who is staring at the Mustang, as the deck crew readies the catapult. "Marvelous, isn't it?" the mouse asks without turning his gaze. "Indeed. Looks like the Cafe gets a new warbird..." "Are you planning on keeping it?" "Probably... That pilot just earned POW status, which means his plane can be "confiscated"." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - After parking the ambulance in the rear of the hideout, Hondo, Tammy and Fernando enter through the front of the house. Once inside, Fernando walks past the living space, nodding at the few CIA Agents that were there, going to the basement entrance. He finds Alex II with a couple of agents who the spy tied up and hung upside down as he asked. The prisoner was tortured but still held on to his strong will, refusing to answer. Fernando stops the torture, and takes off his emergency medical team jacket and hat, then puts on a pair of black leather gloves with long gauntlets, clenching his fists hard thus making his finger joints and knuckles crack and pop loudly. Fernando: Leave us. All: Huh? Alex II: That would not be wise. Fernando finds an intact and whole phonebook within a pile of many, which are used to test small firearms with. He walks over to the hanging prisoner. Yet, no one has left the room as they were told. Fernando: You can leave here alive or dead, either way, you are are to talk for me. Hondo: Thats not called for. Fernando grabs the spine of the phone book, bending it until it cracked, and then start to rip the book in 1/2 slowly. Then he slaps the prisoner in the face with one of the 1/2 of the phonebook. Alex II: We prepared him for you. Another hour or two, he will crack. Fernando: I need him to crack now. Take him down, untie him and seat him down at the chair (that he points too). Alex II signal to the others, who take him down and untie him, leading him to the chair. The prisoneer cooperates until he was told to be seated. He pounces on one of the agents, and try to take his gun. Others draw their weapons, ready to fire upon him if he susceeds in wrestling the weapon from his capture. The prisoner collaspes onto the ground after being hit on the forehead with one of the phone book halves. He lays on the floor, conscious and aware, and in a lot of pain. Everyone turns to face Fernando, who stood there with other 1/2 of the phonebook in his right hand. Fernando: Everyone, leave. All put away their weapons, and start walking away, all except Tammy who was behind him, and Hondo, who stood by the doorway. Tammy: What ever you do, dont him. Fernando: Like that have had to you or your sister? Hondo: Undo unto others as they would have undo unto you... Fernando: ...But do it first. Now I need you two to leave. They remained silent for the moment. Hondo: Come on Tammy. Lets chell out the news on the TV. After a while, Tammy can be heard walking away, followed by the closing of the door. Fernando: Now, you are going to answer my questions and give me the answers I want to hear. Anything less will bring my wrath upon you. Silence will bring upon you my wrath. Understand this little man- I have ways of making you talk, but I have much more enjoyable ways of watching you die. Now which one will it be? The prisoner looks back upon Fernando with fear in his eyes. News: Terrorist Factions out Northern Italy as started their attacks on major cities and several key military bases. Local law enforcement has done little to thwart the attacks, though they claim to be doing their best. It is in this reporter's opinion that the some of the terrorists are righ....... Due To Techincal Difficulties, This Show Is Interupted. Please Stand By. Tammy: Huh? Hondo: It has begun. Tammy: What has begun? Hondo: Cennsorship and Disinformation. Alex II: Disinformation can be fun. In the background, they can hear the load moans of someone in the throws of death pains. They look at each other, unsure what to say or do. Alex II shakes at each other, to tell them to ignore it. Hondo turns the TV to the cartoon channel. They try to ignore the loud thumping that seems to echo through out the building. After a couple of hours, Fernando comes out from the basement with the gloves covered in blood. Fernando: Alex II, know of any gay hangouts? Alex II: Eww... why? Fernando: Dress him up as a dirty fairy and drop him off by their alley way. Maybe somebody will take a liking to him, if you know what I mean. Make sure he's wearing a red and black bandana. The black on his left rear pocket, the red on the right... Alex II: What is the signfigance of that? Fernando: Believe me, you dont want to know. Hondo: You really dont want know. Fernando: Just do as I say, that is all I ask. One of the other agents: Got what you wanted? Fernando: Yes; unfortunately, after a while, anyone being tortured wil say anything to make it stop. You have to know where to draw the line. Tammy: What did he say? Fernando: How much would you sell your tail for? Tammy: Huh? Fernando: If you had to sell your tail, how much would it be sold for? Tammy: I would never prostitute myself. Fernando: Its been done for you. Hondo: You mean...? Fernando:... both the Italian Government and the RF have put a price on our heads; and the group that kidnapped you, Tammy, was an independant seeking to collect the reward- from the RF. They had the meeting for the transaction set and the mo-fo downstairs was supposed to meet with them to verify the catch before the exchange. Tammy: They what? Hondo: Someone put your tail on the Specail Sales Bin... I just wonder for how much? Fernando: 100,000,000 Lira, I would say about $1,000,00 US. Tammy: $1,000,000? Fernando: My bushy tail is set for $10,000,000 US. Hondo: How much for me, boss? Fernando: $1,000,000 for the group, $10,000,000 for the leaders. An added $500,000 if its a CIA Agent. Hondo:I think I'm worth a lot more than $1,000,000... Fernando: Dont worry about it. A couple of Alex II's men come up with the beaten prisoner. Remarkably, very little bruising was to his face. Though if he were to be xrayed, it would show that it would appear that he was beaten with a baseball bat of a piece of 2X4 lumber, even though Fernando only used his fists. They dressed him up in a 'tough man' attire, with the hankerchiefs in his back pocket pants the order Fernando stated. They leave to dump his barely conscious body by the alley of a gay bar in Milan. The three are now alone again. Hondo: found out anything else? Fernando (taking to his laptop and start typing, send the information to the others): More than I needed. Tammy, they were going to reunite you with your sister, but somewhere in the Italian Alps. Hondo: Where to now? Fernando: We rest up a bit. Then we go to deal with a couple of handlers when they least expected. Hondo: When would that be? Fernando: People are at their weakest between 3am and dawn. We have to be at our best to deal with them Hondo: I understand. Fernando walks over to the kitchen, and washes himself up before resting on the sofa. He takes a bit of food with him as he sits down. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo, who had already eaten a bit before Fernando had came back from the basement, laid on the floor in the living room. he was wearing his glasses to keep his eyes rested, but would return to using contacts when they took off again. Hondo laid his glasses on the T.V. and put his hat over his eyes. "Wake me 30min. before we have to leave and tell those CIA boys to make some strong coffee. we'll need the caffeine." Hondo said. "There are beds you can sleep in." Fernando said from the couch. "I'll sleep to hard in one. take me too long to wake up then." Hondo said. "What a wast." Fernando said. Hondo just mumbled something incoherent. *Could have got that fella to talk faster with thorns soaked in alcohol under the finger nails followed by rattle snacks and breakin' his fingers one at a time.* Hondo thought as he drifted off to sleep. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [OCC] The E-2C Hawkeye is larger than a LJ-60, and its carrier based. http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ac/e-2.htm [/OCC] -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 26

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:37pm RangerReady23 - - - - - "You know something, pal? You're really starting to get on my nerves!" *Within the pilots' ready room aboard Enterprise, RangerReady walks slowly around the chair that holds the bound and chained de Luca, eyeing the rat wrathfully.* "First, you undertake to try and blow a million little swiss-cheese holes in my ship...then you add insult to injury by trying to do the same to my crew. I am not a happy mouse[i]! Do I make myself clear?" To the surprise of all, the prisoner smiles widely, baring his fanglike teeth in imitation of a good-natured grin. "It is, how you say, all in the line of duty, Captain. You decadent Americans understood such things, so I thought." [i]CRACK! *Even the seasoned officers in the room cringe, as their captain deals a close-fisted right cross directly to de Luca's jaw. While the rat is a large adversary, RangerReady is no small fry himself, and the strength behind the blow leaves a conspicuously open space where the spy's front canines once resided.* "Chew on that for a while. Oh wait, I forgot...you'll have a hard time chewing on anything, for a while. Remember that, the next time you insult my country." *As the room slowly empties of nonessential personnel, Rose follows RangerReady down the outer corridor, a look of concern on her face.* "Was that really necessary?" "Don't worry about that pile of hog-slop. With the money that's backing him, he can get new ones." *Her green-blue eyes snap reproachfully, causing the austere captain to shrink inside his blues.* "I wasn't talking about his teeth. I meant losing your cool, like that." "Rosie...it's no-accounts like that that make this world a bad place. And when he added that last crack...well, I couldn't help cracking him myself." *She nods, beginning to understand.* "It wasn't just about your ship." "No. It wasn't." *Pausing by the elevator to the bridge, RR leans against the wall, and smiles.* "Y'know...when this whole thing's over, how's about a bit of a pleasure cruise? This whole ship's earned it's share of shore leave. What d'you say to a couple of weeks traveling the Emerald Isle?" *A sparkly grin comes as the expected answer.* "As long as we don't have to fight any spies to get there." "Scout's honor!" "Bridge to Captain!!" *RR frowns, hitting the wall comm control with an open palm.* "I was on my way up, Number One. Are you your captain's keeper?" "Uhhh...sir...we have a problem. Big problem!!" "What? Did the cook forget to start lunch in the galley?" "No...it's...it's about that warbird that we took prisoner..." "Come on, spit it out!" "Well, how can I put this delicately..." "Delicately?" "The whole thing's a flying bomb. She's packed to the wingtips with explosives. And the timer's ticking!" *RR and Rose don't even wait for the message to finish, already dashing into the lift.* "Just when you thought this day couldn't get any better!" -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - At 2:30am Fernando started off by make some coffee, double strong than most would be used too. In 20 minutes he is done as he starts off with a ham&cheese sandwich. After finishing off the sandwich, he wakes up the others, offering them coffee and a small snack. They both take the coffee, Tammy takes only 1/2 a sandwich. As they eat, Fernando gathers some extra ammo from the basement, going for the explosive tipped teflon coated bullets. He also mixes up with a few hydro-shock ammunition with the teflon ones, making each magazine filled with alternating rounds. He also looked around for another pistol, but then decided not to have it. 'Why wiegh yourself down when you been to be quick or dead.' Fernando came up from the basement, pocketting a few items. Hondo looks at his activity and then goes down to the basement himself. Fernando: The helicopter can only support 300 pounds! That does not stop Hondo from looking around and chosing what he might need, or want as a suveniour. Fernando sits on the far end of the sofa, far away from Tammy but still one seat away from her. After Hondo returns with a nap sack filled with goodies, Fernando get up and offers his hand to Tammy. Tammy takes it and uses it to get up. Together, they leave to the ambulance and start driving to the hotel. Though Fernando had formulated a plan, he continually runs it through his head a few dozen times. 'This would be a lot easier if I had the sleeping gas tied to the fire-protection sprinkler system.' -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then Razale called nando* "If the Italan Governmetn intefear in our work then The Presedent will call the Itlan Presedent a War Criminal then he will send his Troops into Itlay and Capture the Presendent and RF Leaders also Leaders of the SWA too so this is the last choice we got Hope you make it out of there alive Nando We counting on you Rescuing Bink and the girls too becasue The Presedent don't want to seen any inconcent life get kiled by a silly war *Then Alex II Team head back to the US Eembelsey as the US ARmy was there too making sure no Italan Government won't enter also a Dircet order from the Presedent say that if Italiay Millatary or SWA Set foot into the US Emebsey then I am going to call the Italan Presednet WAR CRIMINAL" Channel 7 in Washingotn DC* "That was statement form the Presedent Gorge Mosue say that if any Italan Government set foot into the US Emebesy then The ITalan Presedent will be call a War Cirmial and the US Troops will Capture him too and arested him like they capture the Panama Presedent in 1971 -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - "It's a WHAT?!" "A bomb." "Great! Just great! How much time do we have left?" "Less than three minutes." "No qualified explosives experts within 20 meters I presume?" "Unfortunately." As RangerReady enters the bridge, he finds his crew all staring at something. Curious, he looks out of the window, spotting the LearJet ready for takeoff, with the Mustang behind it. The intercom cracks as a message is received. "Fire the catapult!" The fox snaps out of it. "Do it!" he commands. As the steam is vented through the system, the jet lurches forward, taking off just before bow. The P-51 rolls behind, attached to the other plane by a rope. "What in the seven seas is he doing?" "Trying to get that thing away from us..." Both aircraft fly or rather glide several hundred meters. Seconds pass. Suddenly the LearJet slows down, causing the rope to fall off the hook. Sinclair slams the throttle and pulls the stick, quickly moving away as the doomed Mustang falls to the waves. "Tell the captain he needs to repair the railing... and prepare nets, I'm coming around." [OOC] I hope this thing has enough power for such plays... otherwise it would be a really short trip... And yes, I used those three to help me attach a landing hook and a catapult connector. Sorry for damaging your plane, Fernando. [/OOC] -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - In the war room of the SWA, the chief is at the head of the table. Behind him are a couple of photos tacked to a bulletin board, one of them baring a close resemblance to Claes. Jean is at the bulletin board giving his report. "According to our source within the Republican Faction, they are planning to kidnap Senator Sanctis's daughter." "What source?" One of the men asked. Jean refers to the first photograph. "Filippo Adani, he handles all the cash for their operations. He's solid." Jean then refers to the second picture. "Filippo says they are going to grab Caterina Sanctis. Fortunately she matches up with one of Section 2's girls in age, species and appearance. They'll kidnap one of our cyborgs in place of the senator's daughter. Then we take them 'em down." "A cyborg as a decoy. That's risky." Hilshire agrees. "Yeah, he's right, I don't know about this." "This is what Section 2 is for." Jean answers. "Of course it's risky. Section 2's very existence is in Jeopardy." The chief chips in. "Section 2 is under a microscope right now. We are going to have to take risks if we want to survive." Jean continues. "We'll use Claes as the decoy." Rico is in the hotel room with Triela and Claes. "They're saying our next mission is a big one." "Yeah, according to Hilshire it's going to be dangerous too." Triela replies. Rico turns to Claes who is on her bed, reading. "Are you scared Claes, to be used as a decoy?" Claes looks up from her book. "Not really." Triela looks at Claes. "Is it that grain of wheat thing?" "Not at all. I'm just doing what I'm told." "Wheat? What wheat?" Rico asked. Claes closes her eyes. "A grain of wheat must fall to the ground before it can do any good. New life springs from fallen grain." The following day, Claes is in a school uniform and glasses. The exchange is made and Claes walks the normal rout from school. Just outside of school four men are in a car, they look at a photo of Caterina and match it to Claes. They follow from a distance until it is clear. Two men from the back nab Claes from behind. One of them puts his hand over her mouth and forces Claes into the car. From several stories up, Gorgio and Amedeo watch the crime scene from a building. "Jean. The car is on its way down town." Jean is in a car with Ferro at the wheel. "Copy." Jean hangs up his cell phone. "Ready?" Ferro asked. "Let's go." Ferro drives off but gets tied up in traffic. Claes is blindfolded, sitting between two men. She has her glasses in her hands. The RF has no trouble getting out of the city. In the building, several stories up, Gorgio and Amedeo are tracking Claes. "We got the transmitter's signal. The car is heading north away from the city." Back in the war room, the chief does not look pleased. "Were there any problems tracking the vehicle?" "We placed a tracking beacon in one of Claes's teeth before we sent her out," Jean answered, "and we scattered Section 2 lookouts on all the major roads into and out of the city but the vehicle headed into the mountains north of town and we lost the signal." "The RF has already contacted the senator at his home. We're holding their comrades in a local prison. They want them released." "At least we know they haven't figured out that she is not the real girl." Marco pointed out. "If they do find out that she's a decoy, Claes. . . . She has almost no combat experience." Jean pointed out. "The whole thing is a mess." The chief gets up and walks out the door. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [OOC] Its not my plane! Its on loan fom the agency! :lol: [/OOC] Fernando answers the phone, and talks with Razale about the situation. "Its one thing if they attack the US Embassy, but this is a their internal matter. At best we can drag in the UN after we get Bink and the girls, and hang Italy for child rights abuses, and any other thing they think they can hang Italy for." Razale: I understand, but as you know, the UN does not make a move unless the USA leads. Fernando: Semantics again... Lets see what happens next. If I dont return or answer a call in 48 hours, then come in and do your worst. Razale: Good luck... The day goes on, as the sun rises and reaches its peak. More than 1/2 the day is gone as they waited in the parked ambulance. Fernando: Its getting kinda ripe in here. Hondo, park the ambulance in the basement, and we can go to our rooms to wash up. We'll meet in 45 minutes at the resturant for lunch. Hondo: Sounds good to me, but why so long? Fernando: You know how long girls take once they are in the bathroom. Hondo: Dont remind me... Tammy: Hey! Fernando: Alright, lets go then. Hondo drives the ambulance into the basement. They all step out and leave to their rooms, Fernando and Tammy go to his room as to not to be separated. He lets her shower up first. Hondo reaches into his room without incident. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - TV In US Channale 7 in Washington DC News Mouse: Well The presedent is Steping in in 50 Hours to stop the ITalan government using kids as weapons also causing another war he don't want any Intocentes people even the US Emebesy to get hurt he alrleady Send US Army to Milian, Italy at the US Emebesey to guard it form any Italan Millatary he also Send 20 War Ships to Italy Cost station there untill he give the go ahead sing now let us take you to Presedent Geroge Mouse * George Mouse a Brown mouse with the Suit on at the Podume near the White house George: Italan Government you must give you self up and give your Sercet Oraganzations up too or we will Come in and Arested you and your Oppritive for War Crimes and We will Arested the RF too for Terasolume also agents the us we receve word that the SWA and RF Are Afting our CIA Agents and I won't have that so They got 50 Hours to Surender or We will come in and take you down so You got 50 Hours to meet our demans Time awasing and Fernando Good Luck * News Mouse: That was form the Presedent of the uS and it Refeard to US Invasion of Panama of 1989 they capture the former President of Panama Noriega since he was in ties with the Durg Trafcing and War Crimes too now this will Reflect on Italy so Italy got 50 hours to answer the Presedent Demands or we can get ready for World WAr III since we allready got problems in IRAQ Too * * Alex II Calling Nando* Alex II: *Driving* "You hear that Fernando the Presednet going to use that move like they capture Noriega in 1989 during the US Invasion of Panama I will send you a Fire of it and you can read it your self see it becasue this will be the same thing over agian *Then Alex II Send [edit] United States invasion of Panama Main article: United States invasion of Panama On 20 December 1989, twenty-seven thousand US personnel [1] invaded Panama in order to remove Noriega. A few hours before the invasion, in a ceremony that took place inside a U.S. military base in the former Panama Canal Zone, Guillermo Endara (winner of the May 1989 elections) was sworn in as the new President of Panama. The invasion occurred ten years before the Panama Canal administration was to be turned over to Panamanian control, according to the timetable set up by the Torrijos-Carter Treaties. After the invasion, Noriega sought asylum in the Vatican diplomatic mission represented by Monsignor Jose S. Laboa. To induce Noriega's surrender, US forces played loud music outside the embassy which reportedly included the song "Panama," by the 1980s rock group, Van Halen. (WSJ) After a few days, the embassy staff talked loudly for his benefit about the possibility that the mob surrounding them might break through and lynch Noriega. He surrendered to the American military shortly after, and was taken to Florida to be formally extradited and charged by U.S. federal authorities. He is eligible for parole in September of 2007, but the Panamanians want him for trial on charges of murder. Under the Torrijos-Carter Treaties, the United States returned all canal-related lands to Panama on 31 December 1999, but reserves the right to military intervention in the interest of its national security. Panama also gained control of canal-related buildings and infrastructure as well as full administration of the canal. The people of Panama have already approved the widening of the canal which, after completion, will allow for post-Panamax vessels to travel through it, increasing the number of ships that currently use the canal. Panama Portal Panama's politics takes place in a framework of a presidential representative democratic republic, whereby the President of Panama is both head of state and head of government, and of a pluriform multi-party system. Executive power is exercised by the government. Legislative power is vested in both the government and the National Assembly. The judiciary is independent of the executive and the legislature. Alex II: You geting it and the same Brodcats will be on AGUS TV they are also asocciated with the UN too so that mean US Army will be tere portecting the TV Station * AGUS TV Station in Malian A Female Green Mouse was at the desk Sarah Mitale: Ciao Mlian, Italia sono Sarah Mitale che questa ˆ® notizie di AGUS sciolte Dichiara il mouse di Presedent Geroge appena reso a questo messiage e sarˆÝ in Italan ha lasciato il lisend (Hello Mlian, Italy I am Sarah Mitale this is AGUS News Untied States Presedent Geroge Mouse just Made this messiage and it will be in Italan let lisend) George: Governo di Italan dovete darvi l'auto in su e dare il vostro Sercet Oraganzations in su ugualmente o noi entrerˆÝ ed Arested voi ed il vostro Oppritive per i crimini e noi di guerra volontˆÝ Arested la rf ugualmente per di Terasolume gli agenti anche noi noi parola del receve che gli SWA e la rf sono Afting i nostri agenti di CIA e non avrˆ¾ che cosˆ¨ hanno ottenuto 50 ore a Surender o entreremo e li prenderemo giˆ¼ in modo da voi ha convinto 50 ore per venire a contatto della nostre awasing di tempo dei demans e fortuna di Fernando buona (Italan Government you must give you self up and give your Sercet Oraganzations up too or we will Come in and Arested you and your Oppritive for War Crimes and We will Arested the RF too for Terasolume also agents the us we receve word that the SWA and RF Are Afting our CIA Agents and I won't have that so They got 50 Hours to Surender or We will come in and take you down so You got 50 Hours to meet our demans Time awasing and Fernando Good Luck) Sarah Mitale: Quello era il messaggio di Presedent e Refear all'invasione dei 1989 Stati Uniti del Panama quando bloccano Noriega per rimuoverli ora che il nostro Presedent ˆ® seguente per Removel dagli Stati Uniti in modo da 50 ore e contare anche il Presedent degli Stati Uniti ˆ® forma di Portecting AGUS tutto il Italan Millatary o Secert Orgazation non significa entrata al AGUS soltanto dalla gente di notizie del AGUS (That was the Presedent Message and it will Refear to the 1989 US Invasion of Panama when they capture Noriega to remove him now our Presedent is next for Removel by the US so 50 Hours and counting also the Presedent of US is Portecting AGUS form any Italan Millatary or Secert Orgazation means no Entry to the AGUS only by AGUS News People) *THen the US Army was at the News Station with Tanks and Soudgers also Snipers making sure no one come in try to mess with the news Station* * Alex II: So Fernando I think there will be a 50 50 Chance that the Presedent will do that same thing like in 1989 in Panama so We got 50 Hours and now -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando: Thank you Alex II. 50 hours is all I need. Although I will not guarentee the safety of the locals in the area, I will get the rest of us and what I can of the girls home to the US. Fernando works fast on his laptop while Tammy was showering, sending Alex II, the other agents and the captains and admirals of the naval fleet the information of they he has found about the SWA and the child/cyborg assassin program. Also sent is the bulletin the Italian Government (via the SWA) posted of rewards wanted for any captured mission operative and the reward values for each. Surprizingly, the RF Terrorists was offering more than twice the value than the Italian Government. Fernando thought to himself: At least when Tammy, Jeanette, and Aiesha were being born, I was helping stop WW3 and minimizing the Big Red Scare of being vaporized from some soviet launched missile. Breaking his thought was Tammy calling to him for a towel. He quickly goes out to the hotel dresser and gets a couple of towels, which he goes into the bathroom and places them on the wash basin. He quickly gets out, pretending not to to see her shadowy silhouette against the shower curtain. He closes the door and steps away from it. Fernando: I put some towels on the basin. Tammy: Thanks! Fernando goes back to his seat, working on his laptop, unconsciously putting his hand in his pocket. He finds the hearing aide that the girl had given her. He pulls it out and puts it on the desk, thinking: 'Its too small for me, but if....' He starts working on the modifying the hearing aide to fit him. He manages to finish before Tammy stepped out of the shower wrapped up in towels. He puts it on and turns it on, hearing (in Italian): 'Stay Calm, you know what to do.' It was a message for Claes as she was being kidnapped, but Fernando had no way to know that. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - In a villa in the Italian Alps, a gentleman is seated on a couch. From across the coffee table Franco is standing beside Anne. He lays a briefcase on the coffee table. Anne offers her hand in partnership to the gentleman on the couch. "It is a pleasure doing business with you." The gentleman on the couch stands to shake Anne's hand. Anne and Franco approach the room where the abducted is held. The door is open and a guard is seated inside. Claes, with her glasses on, quietly studies a book by the natural light. Anne and Franco look at each other in bewilderment for this is such a strange sight to behold. The room even has a fire place with the usual utensils which can be made into improvised weapons. Anne approaches the guard. "May I speak with her alone for a moment?" "If It's just for a moment." The guard leaves his comfortable chair and the room. Anne recognizes Claes and and walks to where she is seated. Claes looks up from her book but does not recognize Anne. "Studying in a place like this?" Anne asked. "No, it's a picture book on plants." "I use to love picture books! The plant life in the north is totally different from the south." "Yes. Evergreens are more common in the north where the altitude is higher." "You are not afraid?" "I'm fine. Besides, I find reading to be therapeutic. I've always liked reading, ever since I was a little girl. Someone like me could never be a grain of wheat." Anne was taken back by her comment. "Well, good luck." Anne winks at Claes and waves goodbye. "Thanks. See you later." Franco enters their car through the drivers' side and Anne the the passengers' side. "That's odd." Franco breaks the silence. "They don't care if the girl sees their faces." "They must be planning to kill her. What a bunch of idiots. If they only knew who they were holding. I hope that kid teaches them a good lesson. . . . 'A grain of wheat.'" "What?" Franco asked. "Nothing. Let's get out of here." Franco starts the car and leaves. Fernando receives a call on his satellite phone. IRAS Intelligence wishes to speak in person. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - The IRAS does not rescue people from a government which they prefer to maintain good terms with; they will rescue people from a terrorist organization. Even this is a sticky situation for the IRAS. If anyone asks, the IRAS simply provided intelligence for a child to be rescued from a terrorist organization. Nevertheless, the less noise the better. Jeanette Isabelle Last edited by Jeanette Isabelle on Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:42 am, edited 1 time in total. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando answers his cell phone, wondering who in hades could be calling him since only a few people has this number. Fernando: Hello? The voice of a young lady begins to talk.the voice sounds familar to him. Young lady: Agent Fernando G? Fernando: Who are you? Young lady: I'm from the IRAS. Fernando: And? Young lady: I have an information package for you... to have. Fernando: Wait, who are you and what are you talking about? Young lady: Where can we meet? Fernando: Wait a minute, no meetings until I know who you are! Young lady: I told you, IRAS. Be at the library later today, around 4pm. Last table in the reference section. Bring your lady friend with you. Fernando: I will not go anywhere until I know who you are! Young lady: If you want to know here Bink and her friend is, you will be there. Fernando: Wait- how will I know who you are? Young lady: You will know when I show myself. The call gets disconnected. Fernando: Tammy, I think you should hurry up in there! Tammy was about to say something but doesn't. Eventually she steps out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Tammy: there, the bathroom is open for business. Fernando: Wait Tammy. I just got a phone call from somebody who says they arefrom tha IRAS and they know where Bink is and they want to meet up with the both of us at the library at 4o'clock. Tammy just looks at him as if he made up the whole thing. Fernando: You dont believe me? Tammy walks over to the bed and sits down. Tammy: Its not that I dont believe you, its just sounds like we're being set up. Fernando: I think some of my paranoia is rubbing off on you. Tammy: Its the IRAS that told me to give up the search for Bink before I came back home. Now they come to you, saying that they know where Bink is? Why you and not me? Fernando: I dont know, but she asked for the both of us. Tammy: Without Hondo? Fernando: Get dressed girl, and I'll go shower up and we can meet with Hondo for lunch. I'll devise a plan then. Tammy: OK... Fernando goes into the shower, washing off the last mission's gunk off his fur. After showering, Fernando shaves, and does those things he has to do to make him look at his best. Wrapped ina towel, He steps out into the room and takes his clothes back with him to the bathroom, where he dresses into regular civilian attire. Stepping back into the room, Fernando and Tammy discuss a few last minute details before going out to lunch. At lunch, Fernando and Tammy meet up with Hondo, and discuss the phone call. It is agreed that Hondo should be nearby, in hiding. Preferably armed and targetting those who might come. After lunch they break to their rooms and wait. At 3:30, Hondo takes a head start, casing out the library, finding a possible place to hide himself and his rifle: on the roof, across the street, through the high vaulted windows giving a large area of view. At 3:45, Fernando and Tammy arrive at the Library. They pulls out some book and pretend to read them at the last table of the reference section. 4:00, a young lady with a man that could pass for twice her age walk over to the last table of the reference section. Fernando looks over to the two of them. The young woman hands over a large manilla envelope toFernando, stuffed with papers and files. Young lady: Bink and another named Claes is being held at a villa just north of the city. It is heavily armed with terrorist troops, and they have the only road going there blocked off. I suggest flying over head in helicopters. Fernando: I see. Young lady: All the information is in the pacakge. I'd advise you to read up on it and move swiftly. The gentle man accomplance gets up, and offers a hand to the young lady. The young lady gets up and walks away. Fernando opens the envelope and thumbs through the pages. Fernando: Tammy, lets go back to the room, and study this. We got a long day's night ahead of us. They leave the library and back to his room. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo followed them, at a distance, back to the room. no one seemed to notice them and all was smooth running. *This is goin' to smooth. Somethin's not right, or all of blazes are about to break lose, or worse, both.* Hondo thought as he watched Fernando and Tammy enter the Hotel. Hondo was on the roof when they entered the building, so he jumped down to Fernando's balcony and entered the room ahead of them to chell it out. all was clear, so Hondo settled himself down in a chair and waited for them to enter and fill him in. -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - The silver Mustang hits the water surface, but not so hard that it'd dive down and catch enough water to sink. Instead, it floats beside the carrier. From behind the ship's thick window-panes, it is watched and expected to explode. The time passes, but nothing happens. "What's up now?" Arik wonders. "Why doesn't it go boom as expected?" "Looks like the plane's watertight enough, but the ignitor's electronics aren't," Midnight supposes. "Sloppy work if you ask me." RangerReady stands and stares at the silver object in the water, shining under the setting sun. He is thinking. Rapidly. "Alright," he finally speaks, "we need to get it back up here. There are some on this ship who wouldn't like to see a beautiful warbird go to waste for nothing," he gives winks to Rose and Midnight, "so we should keep it. Besides, the explosives are to be removed, dried, and stored. In our situation, you never know when they might come in handy." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando opens the door to the room, finding somebody inside. Reflexes kick in as he pulls out his gun and aims at the person. The trigger finger ready to pull, as the brain processes the information to identify friend or for. Lucky for Hondo, he registers as 'friend'. Fernando relaxes on the trigger. Fernando: Oh, its you, Hondo. Hondo: Who were you expecting, Boss Squirrel Man? Fernando: Knowing that there are people after us, I could have mistaken you for somebody else and shot you. Next time tell me that you're going to do that! Hondo: OK Boss Squirrel Man. Now tell me, what do we have? Fernando: Somebody gave us some information package. Fernando pours the content of the package on the bed. He then goes over the papers and photographs. Tammy sits on the other side of the bed, and pulls out a picture of Bink from the pile. It appears that she was tie or otherwise restrained. Fernando goes through the information at lightning speed; processing the information on his laptop and cross referencing it with GPS and Topographical information from maping databases and orbiting KH-14 satellites. After a while all the information begin to fit. Position of guards throughout the villa was picked up by the KH-14 through their IR signatures as well as the two girls inside; the mountainous and forested area around the villa, the only road leading to it, everything fitting together into a plan. The area is isolated, near the city of Aosta, but not too far from Milan (less than 100 miles). It is too far for a conventional strike force to go in without refueling, at least in the return trip. As per the recommendation Fernando devises a plan that would require 5 Huey gunship filled with a strike force of seals, and 10 Apache escorts. Due to its size and range, the issues will lie with the Huey gun ships. The trip is just under 420 miles round trip. Refueling will take place on the way back over France. Hondo will drive Fernando and Tammy into the area, and then take the mini-copter to secure the ambulance and provide assistance when needed. Once the plan is formulated, Fernando calls the Admiral Ranger Ready, Captain Eddie and others of the naval fleet on conference call mode. The rescue is discussed, positions of the ships (in the Ligurian Sea), options thought through, and a plan of action made. The drop will be made 500 yards from the target and the Hueys fall back another 500 yards after the drop. 5 of the Apaches will provide air support for the ground troops while the other 5 fall back another 500 yards from the Hueys to provide survalence and guard the area. One of them will guard the road, only allowing for the ambulance to enter and exit the area. Alex II and the other will wait in Milan for the second part of the rescue; a lightning strike against SWA and rescue of the other girls. Last edited by Fernando on Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:57 am, edited 1 time in total. -------------------------------------------------- WildIrishRose - - - - - *When it was explained that the igniter switches of the Mustang were ruined by the salt water. Rose collapses against the captains chair open mouthed in a sigh of relief.* "You know....We're always just this close to total destruction. *RR plans to retrieve to explosives* "Now there's an idea. You never know when you'll need some good explosi....Oh Charlie!" "What?" *Gently, she picks up his right hand, which shows several bright red cuts from where he hit de Luca in the teeth* "Oh! I didn't even notice." *he says* "Come on, we have ti tend to that." *Rose says, dragging the captain away.* "But we have to retrieve the Mustang." "This will take five minutes,and I am sure the crew is competent enough to handle it." *RR gives in, seeing the mousmaid can't be argued with.* *In the captain's cabin, Rose has RangerReady sitting on the bunk as she drags the chair over from the desk* "You know, if you hadn't hit that idiot, I would have." *she states.* You?" "He can insult me all he wants but slurring my country is inexcusable, as you said." *she replies*. "I've just never seen you lose it like that. I mean, I have a temper and I know it! But I thought nothing ever made you crack." RR says softly. "You'd be surprised.....OW!!" "Sorry, this stuff can sting. What are you going to do with de Luca?" "Oh, let him stew for a while." *RR says* "He can cause less trouble tied up." "Done! See I told you it would not take long." Rose smiles. "Great, and I have to appear before my crew like this!" RR holds up his right hand, the knuckles of which are wrapped in a crisp, white bandage." "Just be glad I didn't use hot pink tape!" Rose smirks. *RR gapes* "You wouldn't dare!" "Ohh I considered it!" *Rose replies, ducking a good-natured swat from RR as they head back to the bridge.* -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 27

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:37pm Charles_Roberts - - - - - George mouse: I should Make it 24 hours now they got 21 Hours left * Alex II In the US Emebsey in Milan while looking at his watch 3 hours have past they got 21 hours left while wating for a go ahead from Nando to Strike SWA also it was a order from the Presedent George Mouse too also the US Army was on Stand by too in the US Emebsey too* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - The attack on the villa is set for 4am, right befoore Dawn. Fernando and Hondo takes turns driving to the villa, but first go to the hide out to pick up a couple of military frequency ready radios. After the radio pick up, they head on their way (only adding another 20 miles to the trip), making 1 stop for fuel. Inside Fernando and Tammy's pockets is a leather document folder with Bink and Claes' pictures in them. Fernando also carries a few Thorazine Pens/Darts in his rear pocket.. On the radio, the attack group keep communications to a miminum, only reporting in on designated points of destination. Within the last 10 miles, visual contact with the ambulance was made as it approaches the side road that goes to the villa. The Hueys and Apaches take their positions, as does the ambulance. Tammy and Fernando goes on ahead while Hondo prepares the mini-copter. The fight has beguns, as the seals with their slienced helller & Koch 9mm MP5's go against terrorists. They go for head shots against their targets, this insures that a wounded or killed terrorist would not make any verbal noises that would alert the others. Electrical intell stated that there were about 25 terrorists patrolling the area, and another 10 inside the villa. With 6 seals per Huey, they divide themselves into groups as they approach the house. First group surrounds the edge and area perimeter, taking care of any terrorist patrols. Second group takes targets near the house. The third group surrounds the house and fourth group with Fernando and Tammy inflitrate the house, rescueing Bink and Claes. The other perimeter is cleared within 10 minutes, as the seals strike fast and hard. The inner perimeter to the house is cleared in another 10. The house is chelled with IR to find the location of those inside. Once everyone was accounted for, a two prong attack was initiated. One prong stormed in through the front door. The second prong blows out an entrance in the rear, both simultaneous attacks take those inside by surprize, making the fight as short as possible. Fernando and Tammy enter the building last, with 2 seals behind them. They reach Bink first in one room, cutting the restraints that was used on her. Tammy tries to reaquaint herslf with her little sister, but Bink does not say a word to her. Fernando goes into the other room and retreives Claes, and then reunites with Tammy and Bink. With the girls recovered in the compound, Fernando gives tht order to pull out and leave the area. The Hueys land by the building and the seal teams enter them. The last Huey signals to Fernando to enter it for the escape. Fernando refuses, as Hondo arrives with the ambulance. Fernando takes Tammy and the girls to rear of the ambulance, and secures them. Hondo drives away, back to Milan. Fernando makes a conference call to the admiral and captains, telling them that the girls are with him and are safe. He also tells them of his next mission, which they do not approve. After an arguement with them, Fernando hangs up the phone, and looks over to Hondo. Fernando reaches over to the center console, and claws at the top. It rips. A panel of labelled buttons and switches. Smoke, oil slick, radar jamming, caltrips, and many other functions are exposed. Hondo looks over the panel of switches. Hondo: Nice... Fernando: Enjoy. We're going to need them. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - The next two hours, Fernando his way over to the rear of the ambulance where there girls were. They sit there in silence, Tammy being saddened that her sister not recognizing her, or not wanting too. Claes: Where are we going? Fernando: Back to Milan. Claes: Back to the others? Fernando: Yes and No. Claes: Explain please. Fernando: Do you trust me in doing the right thing? Claes: You rescued us, You're taking us back to Milan. Are you with section 1? Fernando: Remember in our last meeting? I made a promise and not I am here to keep that promise. But, there is a problem. Fernando looks over to Bink. Fernando: Dont you remember your sister, Tammy? Bink: No. Who are you, mister? Fernando (turning to Tammy): At least she remembers English. Fernando takes the leather folder inside his jacket and opens it up, placing a few pictures on her and tammy upon lap. Then he takes the hearing aid from his ear, placing it on Claes' lap. Fernando: Funny, you gave me that, but I dont even know your name or who you are. Claes: Claes. My name is Claes. Fernando: And my name is Fernando. Fernando G. Claes: I know. Fernando: From where? Claes: You're the next mission. Fernando: Let me tell you a little story... Fernando reaches into his jacket, pulling out his gun, holding it barrel first, and pulls it out, giving the handle end to Claes. She takes the gun, dropping the magazine from handle. She then pulls the handle and releases the one on the chamber. Then she looks at Fernando. Claes: The story? Fernando: Well, there was once this boy about you age. Like you, he was a gunslinger, being told what to do, when to do it. He did not like doing it, but had too. Claes: What happened to him? Fernando: He grew up. Claes: Where is he now? Fernando: He is me. Claes: You? Fernando: You can not be gunslinger boy or girl forever. One day you have to grow up. Claes: I'm not old enough to be grown up. Fernando: Right now, you're a grain of wheat... just the grain. One day you sprout and grow and make more grains of wheat, but until the day you fall onto the ground, you're just a grain of wheat. Claes: Are you taking me back to Section 1? Fernando: I'm taking you back to your handler. But I offer you and your 'sisters' an oppertunity, to grow up into something that you can be and not forced to do. Claes: Will you be my new handler? Bink: What happened to Jose, my handler? Claes: He was killed when you were abducted. Bink reaches over and takes the gun and magazine from Claes, reloading the magazine into the gun and chambering a round into firing position. She draws the gun to her head, but is stopped by Fernando, who had grabbed the barrel of the gun. Slowly and with little effort, Fernando takes the gun away from Bink Fernando: You and your sister need to be reaquainted. Fernando then takes the magazine out of the gun and unchambers the bullet, putting it back into the magazine. He then puts them on Claes' lap. Fernando (pointing to the empty front passenger): I will be over there. Fernando makes his way back to the seat next to Hondo who was driving. He pretends to ignore what he hears behind him but is aware of what is going on. Hondo: Whats next on the plan, chief? Fernando: Rescue of the others. Hondo: It will be after 6AM when we get back. Fernando: I know. Hondo: You know that you'll they will be bright eyed and bushy tailed. Fernando: So? Hondo: Just letting you know Chief. Fernando: Just get us there. In the back of the ambulance. Bink: You're my sister? Tammy: Yes you little furball. Bink (looking at the pictures): Why do not I not remember you? Tammy: You been through a lot, Bink. After they killed Mom and Step-dad, I went looking for you, with them telling me that you were in hospital after hospital and then in the care of the Social Welfare Agency. The Social Welfare Agency told me that they did not have you, then told me that this or some other orphange had you. I've been looking for you for so long... Tammy started to cry. Bink: Dont cry... miss. Tammy: Its Tammy, I'm your sister, Tammy. Fernando (turning in his seat): Bink- trust her as you would your hander. Claes: we dont know her. Fernando: Do you trust me? Claes: You've shown no reason for me not too. Fernando: Hold off on that, I am going to need your help in rescueing the others. Claes: Rescue? The others? Fernando: Its time to grow up, Claes- you, Bink and the others. Its time to stop being Gunslingers and to be young ladies who will grow up to be young women, like Tammy there. Claes turns to Tammy. Claes: What is it like to grow up? Tammy smiles a timid smile before answering. Bink continues to stare at her. Tammy: It was not easy, thats for sure. But everyone goes through it differently as far as I am told. Some have it easier than others. Fernando: Its not easy for a gunslinger without an excellent handler. Tammy: I guess you're right. Claes: How did you managed...? Fernando: I got by with a little help from my friends. Tammy: He's a good friend to have. Fernando: From Gunslinger to Rescuer, that was not easy to do. Claes: Were there other gunslingers with you? Fernando: Many. Claes: What happened to them? Fernando: They are all dead before they could grow up. Saddness fills Claes upon hearing what he said. Hondo: We need to stop for gas. Fernando: Take the nearest gas station. We'll stop for food and bathroom too. Within 5 minutes, they stop for a break of gas, food and restrooms. It takes several minutes to fill the tanks, though they could have kept going with what they had. Fernando sits on the rear bumper step to eat a bit of breakfast and coffee. Claes walks up to him and hands him back his gun. Fernando does not take it back, continueing to eat. Claes pulls on the left flap of his jacket and inserts the gun back into the holder he has there. Then she slowly withdraws away. Fernando: Claes, why? Claes: Because I trust you. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II: OK Nando is going to be 30 minntes here so Let do this surround the Hotel were the other girls are also sournd the underground Garage too making sure they won’Äôt escape also surond the Roof too also Surounde the Swerers also Making sure they won’Äôt escape using the Panama Move now *Then US Army and CIA came surrounding the Hotel 8 Went into the Underground garage surround it too making sure no one escape also a Tank in there too then 28 US Army Souldgers came in and got the People out except the girls in the room also there handerls* * Back in the White house Mouse; Sir CIA and US Army Suoruidning the hotel in Malian Presedent Mouse: Well that Italy Presedent time is up so Head to Rome and Suround the Captial also the Government bulding too * Then 7845 US Army Came into Rome as they Surounding the City also Surounding The Presedental Bulding too were the Italy Presedent is *Then The Italy air force try to take down the US Amry but A lot of US Air Force came and Took down Italy Airforce with Extream Force too* * Alex II: Make sure they won’Äôt escape *Then they got there weapons out and the place was Suround it* AUGS News Michale mouse: La gente l'esercito Sournd degli Stati Uniti Roma Captail inoltre l'hotel in Mailan lˆÝ ˆ® la veritˆÝ che la nostra Italia Presednet ˆ® un criminale di guerra inoltre usa le ragazze per fare lˆÝ il lavoro sporco su Terriors e penso spingendo una ragazza piccola nella lotta che ˆ® cosˆ¨ errato in modo da io sono qui con in modo da il mouse di Presedent George sta comunicando con il NU e l'UE ora e hanno trovato fuori l'Italia Presedent Michale Salvianey erano quello dietro le ragazze del gunslinger lo proiettano cosˆ¨ una volta ed il suo bloccaggio di SWA le caricheranno del bambino Endagerment ed i crimini di guerra di Lavoro del bambino inoltre saranno lo aggiungono in Italia Presedent troppo inoltre l'opinione del papa che sarˆÝ la temperatura Presedent dell'Italia fino a che le elezioni e lui volontˆÝ Cleen su tutta l'Italia dal governo di rimozione di Croupeted non lo sostituiscano con il buon governo questo ˆ® mouse di Michale del Reporter che ˆ® tutto (Folks the US Army Sournd the Rome Captail also the Hotel in Mailan There is the truth that our Italy Presednet is a War Criminal also use Girls to Do there Dirty Work on Terriors and I think Pushing a Little Girl to Fight That is so Wrong so I am here with so Presedent George Mouse is talking with the UN and EU Right now and they found out the Italy Presedent Michale Salvianey was the one behind the Gunslinger Girls Project so once he and his SWA Capture they will Charge them with Child Endagerment and Child Labor also War Crimes will be add it to the Italy Presedent too also the Pope say that he will be the Temp Presedent of Italy until the Elections and he will Cleen up all of Italy by removing Croupeted Government Replace it with good Government this is Reporter Michale Mouse that is all) *Then Alex II wating for Nando* -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - At the SWA, the graveyard shift is almost up. Rarely does anything interesting happen during this shift but this time they receive a signal. They reacquired the signal from the tracking beacon on Claes. "Someone get the chief. We regained Claes's tracking signal. She is heading back to the city." -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Fernando: I'm taking you back to your handler. But I offer you and your 'sisters' an oppertunity, to grow up into something that you can be and not forced to do. [\quote] OOC: Claes's handler was killed by the SWA when he tried to blow the whistle. Without a handler, Claes never completed her training. Also, if given the choice, Rico, Triela and Angelica may choose to stick with the life they know. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - OOC: I am leaving again this evening and I will be back sometime Friday. I don't know my schedule after that. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - "How did I ever let Fernando talk me into this? I do not send my crew out on bloodletting missions!" *Rose follows along behind the ship's commander, trying to calm him down just a bit.* "Easy, Charlie, easy! You remember what the CMO said about keeping your blood pressure down." "Bones always was overprotective." *Staring out the nearest portal, RangerReady paces the bridge, waiting for word that the gunships and support vehicles are en route back to the Enterprise. As usual, the fine details of the mission that have been supplied to him are somewhat...incomplete. Various agencies and agents have always considered RR and his command to be rather...naive, and holding to too-high standards. Not that he's bothered by their misjudgements.* "I suppose there's nothing for it, now. ETA for Hueys' return?" "One hour, Captain." *RR resumes his pacing, nervously.* "It's too long." "Sir?" "They're being exposed for too long! The return route concentrated too much on sleight of hand and secrecy. They should have been barrelling all out for the hangar deck." *He sighs, and returns to the center seat.* "How long until Fernando's next rescue commences?" *Rose chells the information packets.* "Not long. They're already on their way, now." "Lets hope they can pull it off, is all I can say." "Captain?" *Nearby, the comm officer looks up from her console, a bit shaken.* "I have Admiral Donnelly on the secure line, sir. Your eyes only." "Terriffic...pipe it into my office." "Aye, sir." ********************************************************** "Admiral...you can't be serious." "I am deadly serious, Captain. My orders are that you and your crew are not, under any circumstances, to allow Fernando G and his accomplices to succeed in their second rescue." "May I inquire as to why?" *Donnelly's eyes shift suspiciously.* "That information is classified, I'm afraid." "Is it, now? Classified by whom? Or is that classified, as well?" "Actually, I'm afraid it is." "And you expect me to go along with this based on your word alone?" *The admiral rises, an angry expression on his bearded face.* "I expect you to follow the orders of your immediate superior! Is that clear, Captain?" *Insight begins to dawn upon RangerReady suddenly.* "So that's it. Certain individuals plan on doublecrossing Fernando and his team." "That is not something that you should be actively puzzling over, Captain. Consider that a friendly warning." "Aye, sir." "Just carry out your orders, my friend. There may be a promotion in it for you, if you do this right!" "A promotion. Of course." "I'll be in touch, as the day progresses. Keep me posted, Captain." "Affirmative, Admiral." "Donnelly out." *As the transmission fizzles into static, RangerReady sits back at his desk, trying to make sense of the twists and turns that have risen in this mission. Closing his eyes, he reflects on his career...the honor of serving as commander of Enterprise...the excitement of being among those who followed the Rescue Rangers. And in the midst of remembrance, he makes a decision. One that he will stick with.* "Bridge, this is the captain." "Sir?" "Get me Fernando on the horn. I don't care where he is, or what he's doing, or even if he's in radio silence. Get him. We've got trouble!" -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - While everyone eats, Fernando sends a quick reply to Alex II's message, and some intell back to the everyone. Code: I dont think it would be wise to surround the Rome with US Troops without war. I only require assistance in Milan, and then allow the UN and sanctions deal with the governments. The Italian people may find it as an offensive if they were invaded. Alex II, I need the hotel surrounded, and certain key locations: Basement garage, stairways, and roof. I will also need snipers on the roofs, and as you stated, in the sewers as well. I'll see you there! -FG Everyone gathered back into the ambulance, and rode the remaining 30 minutes to Milan. Soon they were within the city limits, needing to go through a chell point set up by the US Military. The closer they got to the hotel, the more chell points they went through until they got to the hotel. Fernando: Hondo, enter the basement garage slowly. Hondo: Will do Boss Squirrel Man. As they enter the garage, several US Army troops follow them. They stop at the parking spot at the far end of the garage. They get out of the Ambulance and are surrounded by the troops. Fernando: Good morning boys. Most of the troops nod in acknowledgement. Fernando: I'll need 4 ahead of us and 4 behind us. Everyone else support the elevator and stairways. They make their way to the floor where the SWA and the girls were staying by elevator. They step out into the halls, where the other troops had secured themselves earlier. Fernando: Claes, Bink. Get the other girls and bring them to the handler's room. Fernando walks right behind them. As Claes and Bink walk to the girls' room, a member of the SWA steps into the hallway. SWA member: Claes, Bink- Stop and return here! Fernando (as he draws out his gun): Go get the other girls and bring them here. (To the troops) The girls are not the target, the adults are. In the background, the sound of several automated weapons can be heard. Claes and Bink go into the girls room. The 4 troops that were in front of him were beside the doorway with their rifles drawn into the room, targetting the others inside. Fernando: Tell your friends to not even try it. You will either walk away as free men or be carried away as dead men. The choice is yours. SWA member: This is not your jurisdiction. You are interfering with the affairs of the Italian Government. Fernando: It became my jurisdiction when your agency would not restore Bink to her sister. One by one, the girls walk out, armed with the weapons of their choice, except for Cleas and Bink. Seeing this, Fernando waves down the armed troops and point to the handler's room. Fernando: Not restoring Bink to her sister is where you went wrong. Later I found out that you were using little girls as weapons of murder. Again you are wrong. SWA member: You are out of your jurisdiction. Fernando: UN General Assembly resolution A/RES/54/263 states that it is a war crime to use children as armed soliders for combat resolution, for conflicts internalor external. You, Italians, as UN members are bond by this resolution. The SWA member just stares Fernando, too angry to give a reply. Fernando steps to the front of the doorway, with his gun at the SWA member. He signals Tammy to stand close to him, and then Bink. They walk to him and stand at his sides. Fernando: Now, I'm taking Bink back to her family. That rights a wrong that is to be should have corrected a long time ago. Instead, you decided to commit child kidnapping, brainwashing, condictioning and create a child assassin using her. SWA member: You have now her, leave our country. Tammy takes Bink's hand and they both quietly walk away. The troops escort them out the building. Hondo stays behind. Fernando: That is not enough. For doing the same thing to the other girls, I am taking them too, and reunite them to their families. SWA member: That is all? You Want them, we can get more. Fernando signals to Claes. She walks over to him. He signals to her to continue to Hondo. She walks to him slowly, stopping 1/2 way and signals to the other girls. The girls run into their rooms and back out with their violin cases in tow. They slowly followed Claes to Hondo, and they were escorted down by the several of the troops. Fernando (To the troops): Call for back up and arrest everyone over the age of 25 in this section. Gather evidence, and get your men ready to do more arrests elsewhere. CIA Operative Alex II will tell you where and when. Charge them with Child Rights violations and send them to the Enterprise. More Troops came in from the elevator, walking into each room, arresting everyone inside. People are escorted out in plastic handcuffs behind their backs. Fernando finally leaves. In a lone room, Fernando types up a long story on his laptop, as more arrests are made throughout Italy. Once he is done, he send the file out to several news and email houses, where it is circulated to all the news editors around the world. It was late in the day and he is relieved that he had finished this part of the work. Code: Corrupt Italian Officials Arrested in Child Prostitution, Weapons and Drug Ring Earlier today US, UN and Italian forces raided many houses of ill-repute and drug markets, arresting many dealers in drug, weapon and child porn industries. Many arrested were government officals, high raking law enforcement officers, and military officals... Fernando thinks to himself that this job is not finished. There is still managing to get these thugs into the arresting arm of the UN. And rehabilitation of the girls while searching for their familes. They are going to need a lot of support along the way. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - *A knock sounds at Fernando's door, which momentarily swings open to reveal the captain of the Enterprise, an exasperated expression on his face.* "You're a hard squirrel to track down, you know that?" *Not waiting for pleasantries, RangerReady closes the door behind him, and turns a chair around, planting himself on it.* "You moved quicker than I thought you could, on that rescue. It's a good thing you did, because it saved me having to plan out some way to keep your hide out of the fire. Well, any more than it already is. The long and short of it, my superiors are breathing down my neck to bring you in, and reverse the fortunes of your mission at any cost. Which I am not inclined to do, naturally, but I do have questions. Who do you know that wants this little trip to fail?" -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - OOC: A brainwashed child would not cooperate with a stranger so easily regardless of what said stranger did or friends say. In Gunslinger Girl, the girls were even more loyal to their respective handlers than to each other. Jeanette Isabelle -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Sitting down with the Captain, Fernando answers his questions. Fernando: This is more personal than it is professional. Furthermore, UN General Assembly Resolution A/RES/54/263 states that you cant have children do your dirty work, the Agency wants this technology to create their own. That is something I will not allow. The Captain rubs his chin as he listens to his statement. RangerReady: Personal? Fernando: It goes back to a mission I was in back in the 1980s, where the Agency had a run-away military special ops agent. That agent killed many during his regien. One of those was my wife, and since the agency was not going to do anything about it- I did. RangerReady: I see. But I still have my orders. Fernando: I understand. But, in my statement- I am a retired agent who will do what is right because it is the right thing to do. Not because its convient to follow orders. I know you have a reputation to maintain and a carreer to uphold, but the choice is yours- You can throw me in the brig, or... RangerReady: Or? Fernando: Ever read Milton? RangerReady: If you are referring to "I would rather rule in hell than to serve under heaven", then yes. I have. Fernando: Give me an escort back to Rome. I will deal with it from there. RangerReady: Where would you go? Fernando: The Vatican. RangerReady: Thats not the point. Fernando: I know, you have your orders. But Sir, if you will excuse me saying so. There are alot of good men out there who went in with me, despite orders to the contrary. Good men who did the right thing. So... give me a name, and I will deal with it from there. Besides, if you send the girls back, where would they go? The agency is shut down. The officers running it are in your brig and the UN alerted to their crimes. In the words of an admiral who said this to my friend, "I dont know whether to give you a medal or to arrest you." So it stands, and the choice is yours to make. But Captain, you send the girls back- you send Bink back too. I will deal with what ever consequences that thrown at me. RangerReady: Brave words. Mind if I use them in a speech? Fernando: If you like. RangerReady: I'll give you my decision within 24 hours. Until then, enjoy your freedom, courtsey of Admiral Donnelly. Fernando: I see. RangerReady gets up and walks away, pausing at door. RangerReady: By the way, Fernando. Fernando: Yes Sir? RangerReady: This is not the Hotel Hilton. Everyone here has a job. Your job is to take care of those girls and keep them out of my hair! Fernando: Yes Sir. I will take care of it in a moment. RangerReady: See to is that you do. Captain RangerReady walks out of the room. Fernando takes to his laptop and starts typing on it. Fernando (to himself): Hmmm... Admiral Donnelly is it? Well... We'll see about that. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - Triela, Rico and Angelica cooperated and watched as their handlers were taken away in hand cuffs by the U.S. troops. They were simply waiting for the right moment of their opportunity. The deception of these highly condition assassins paid off. They opened fire on their "rescuers," retreating to the SUV where Jean, Hilshire and Marco are detained. Those surrounding the SUV had no choice, they had to protect them selves. As the girls were charging the SUV, Angelica receives several shots in the abdomen. Triela takes out the driver as Rico calls out, "Angelica's been hit." Triela takes the wheel as Rico helps Angelica in the SUV. The three girls were back with their handlers. Triela drives off as Rico breaks off the handcuffs before attending to Angelica's wounds. The SUV is followed. Hilshire takes over the wheel as Triela and Rico get into position to fire back if need be. These brainwashed kids would die to protect their handlers. Marco then attends to Angelica's wounds, "You were great back there. I am so proud of you." Angelica smiles back at Marco through the pain. "Just hold on, Angelica." Rico encourages her. Jeanette Isabelle -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - Captain Eddie Dixon, commanding officer of the battleship USS Texas, was breathing much easier. The raid had gone as planned and all the operatives were back aboard Enterprise, which was now steaming within sight of Texas. And with the arrest of many of the corrupt government officials, it looked like Italy was moving away from the brink of war. Thanks to the intervention of Fernando and his team and select elements of the US Marines, though tensions were still high, it appeared that the crisis had passed. Much of the anxiety on the ships had lifted since it seemed that they wouldn't be going to war after all. At least, not yet. There was always still a small chance that violence would flare up. And there could still be elements of various agencies left in Italy: after all, some of the higher-ups in the SWA, with all the resources at their disposal, could make it very difficult for themselves to be found. And they might not like having their power taken away. But for now, all was well as the battle group continued steaming off the coast of Geona. Now that the crisis point had passed, it was unlikely that anything significant would happen with such a powerful presence in the area. But one never knew... -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - *Within the hour, a knock comes at Fernando's door once again, and the captain steps in, a grin on his face.* "You realize, of course, that I would've answered you on the spot, but I had to make it look good, in case I was being watched. Incidentally...my communications officer dug up something which might interest you. It sure interested me." *Watching the squirrel's eyes widen as they traverse the folder he's been given, RR nods in appreciation.* "Lieutenant Nyota can be quite the little hacker, when she wants to be." "Is this certain? It's not a plant?" "I chelled with certain...sources that I have. I've got a cousin located pretty high-up in the JAG office. It makes it a bit easier when I need to get my hands on certain...items." "Like this report." "You don't know the half of it. "Project Warriormaid", as the Navy brass termed it. It was instituted about ten years ago, as a partnership with various other covert ops agencies around the world. It's known to very few...and understood by fewer. Your SWA has been hand in hand with some very powerful people, Fernando...look at the signature on the authorization papers." *Fernando looks down, and tosses the papers across the cabin's small table in disgust.* "You have got to be kidding me." "I wish I was. The joint partnership was chartered, on this end...by then Commodore Ignatius Donnelly." *RR sighs, resting his hands behind his head.* "Which means we've got more trouble than either of us bargained for." -------------------------------------------------- - End Page 28

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:38pm Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II: Man this is not good Rico and Agellica just escape with there handers that means we may have to deactvated Rico he could be a threat to us and Nando CIA only use 17 Year old They are close to becoming a Adult buy there 18 Birthday We never use Kids Leting you know that Escpe the OSS well they don't branwash them also work with there familys too since there familys in the Spy Bussnese So we called it Spy Kids Long Story and we don't branwash them Alex II: Also the Itlan Presedent give him self up and the Pope Step in taek the Former Italan Presedent Siliviana Macraihan Place also order the ITlanan Troops to help the US Troops track down and capture Rico and Angellica also there handers so We going to send 3 Cyborgs Adults to Capture Rico plush Fernando OSS is Internation Agency means I don't know were they located they will contact us by Communacation also some of there Agents station there too so they will give us Info if they see Rico and Angellica too and RR the Pope will lend his Swis Guards also The Itlan Troops to help you stop that project too leting you know -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Fernando still had a radio and Hondo still had the other. Hondo never made it aboard the ship. He slipped out of site unnoticed. Hondo 'Borrowed a small pick-up that was abandoned near town and put his fold-up copter in the back. He then found a hideout in the woods near the shore, where he could see the ships with a small telescope, he commandeered, and could keep in touch with Fernando. Fernando had not noticed Hondo's absence until they reached RR's ship. He chewed Hondo up over the radio, but Hondo just said that he hated being confined on ocean goin' vessels and thought he might be needed more on shore. Hondo didn't say it, but he knew his part was enough to have a brig bed with his name on it too, and that thought, alone, was enough to keep him on shore. As the sun set, Hondo lay back against a tree and watched the sun set over the ocean. *We did it!* He thought. *No better feelin' on this planet. I can watch the sun set in peace, knowin' between Tammy, Fernando, and Myself, those girls can now lead a more normal life.* With that in mind he turned his face toward heaven and and whispered three words, "Thank you, Lord." Hondo tipped his hat over his eyes as the last rays of sun disappeared. *We'll now the clean up, then we can go home and rest, until we are needed again. We may be gunslingin' lose canons, but, above all, we are Rescuers.* -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - In the countryside, not far from Milan, a fighter jet started moving. -------------------------------------------------- --------- The SUV containing three gunslingers and their handlers smashed through the surrounding troops at speed; more interested in getting away than taking any immediate revenge. Mere minutes later, they were on the road, racing away as fast as they could. Behind them, swooping out of a clear blue sky, evading the bullets of the US army choppers in the area, came a fighter jet, painted in Italian colours. It had no canopy, only a smooth metallic top. It came down lower... and lower... ...and very shortly, was skimming over the road, with the wings barely clearing the buildings to the side. It fired something downwards; below, the SUV shuddered as something hit the roof and unfolded in a complex pattern. The fighter jet turned, and flew off. Down below, three gunslingers and three handlers saw a small group of three-legged robots rushing from the roof, down the windows, under the car. There must have been about a dozen; there wasn't the opportunity to destroy them all as they passed. Ten minutes later, the SUV was no longer under their control. It sped up and took the quickest road out of the city. The car radio crackled. "Please rest assured that I intend to bring you to a place where medical treatment will be available." The voice was flat, toneless - synthesised. -------------------------------------------------- -------- "Fernando." The voice came from the radio that Fernando still carried. "Three Gunslingers and their handlers have made an escape. I have taken control of the vehicle and as long as they do not attempt a suicidal exit at high speed, I can bring them on board the enterprise. I may be able to disarm them as well. Please note that one of them requires medical attention." -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - Every time a tripod was in visual range, either Triela or Rico would take it out. All the tripods were taken out however the SUV was still not under their control. They resort to simply turning off the ignition. By the side of the road Triela manages to disable remote devices and they are back on the road again. OOC: This is not 24. Going back and forth like this is silly. Remember, these girls are very determined. Jeanette Isabelle -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando walks out of his room, asking to see the Captain. He was denied to be taken to RangerReady, and told to stay in his room. Fernando takes to his lapttop and sends the follwing message to all Mission Rescuers: Code: ABORT! ABORT! ABORT! DO NOT ENGAGE THE ESCAPEES! ALL TROOPS AND MISSION OPS, RETURN TO BASE. ... .. . Sometimes you have to know when it is over. We tried our best and have to take what we have as our Victory. The UN will be arriving soon, and will deal with the remains of the Italian Government and the SWA. The remains of the SWA may still been trenched within the Italian Government, but their reputations have been smeared and all but destroyed. Their attempts in putting together their agency again will be difficult, if not impossible. ... .. . You men and women have done well in the face of adversity. I can not give any reward other than my thanks. May God and country give you more than I can. With best wishes to you all, Your Mission Commander; Retired Agent Fernando G After sending the message, Fernando continues typing. As his fingers flies across the keyboard, he thinks. Then he went on to another message: Code: Admiral Donnelly; Who watches the watcher, is a question often asked. I ask, who is watching you? It seems to me that you have signed a Faustian contract in order to promote yourself and your carreer. My only recourse is to excorsise that evil that you have implanted within the those who are supposed to protect us but instead protect themselves. I hope you are aware that UN General Assembly Resolution A/RES/54/263 prohibits the use of children as soldiers and weapons. It also contains other prohibition against project such as 'WarriorMaid.' For that, I hope you understand my position and consider my ultimatium not as a threat but as a solution. You are the threat against the rights and liberties you are supposed to protect, a threat that has to be eliminated. Your options are as follows: -Withdraw the orders you have stated against the rescue mission. -Retire and Vacate your post within 24 hours. -Never become an associate or consultant to the democracy and its military which gave you your position. FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN THE FOLLOWING: Within 36 hours: -The Heads of State and The Chiefs of Staff wil be alerted to your activities. -The UN Child Rights Agency will be alerted to your work in 'Project WarriorMaid.' Within 48 hours: -Electronic Release of 'Project WarriorMaid' to the Press and News Media -Your image posted along with the the report. -Congress will be made aware of your involvement. In short, you will either disappear into obscurity on your own or become a fugitive on the land you were paid to protect. The choice is yours. -Sincerely One Very Angry and Pissed Off Squirrel PS- Any hostile move made against me or any rescue mission ops will invoke these actions. The Servers based around the world require my input every 12 hours. If three consecutive inputs are missing, the servers will spew out the contents of this ultimatium onto the internatinal news community, and to the authorities stated above. In short, destroy me, detain me, and you destroy yourself. .attch: Project WarriorMaid With hitting the [ENTER] Key, the message is sent. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo had heard of the vehicle and had received orders( or as Hondo usually called them 'strong suggestions') not to stop them. he decided to listen and not follow. Instead he readied himself to move out after midnight. He planned on finding their original aircraft at the airport, and wait for more 'strong suggestions'. *Maybe if I create a distraction, I can fly this bird out of here.* he thought. Hondo had went back to his friend at the museum, to retrieve the last of his firearms, before coming here. he was ready, but didn't want to make too big a move without back up. He drove to the airport and found the jetliner they had flew in. he put his foldable copter into the cargo bay, after he knocked out the few guards, that were 'guarding' the jet, and tied them securely to the inside of an outhouse. He chelled the fuel and it was filled. with that he snuck up to the fighter jets the Italian arm had parked there and strapped some plastic explosives to the landing gear of the crafts. not a large amount just small charges. enough to make takeoff impossible. (Hondo had got the explosives and detonators from the hideout) Hondo then strapped the last of the explosives to his 'borrowed' pick-up and made ready to launch it at the fuel storage tanks. after that Hondo moved to the tower area and put his special remote phone knockout device on the airport phone lines and crazy glued a bunch of locks. *now all I need is another pilot. I'll fly this bird alone if I don't get anyone before 5:00 am. have to get this bird up before the 7:00 shift change.* he thought. it was 2:00 am then. Hondo radioed in his plan and told them if they wanted to help to "get their butts movin'." -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - A short message is sent to Fernando: "Noted." A longer message is sent to the escapees via car radio: "The nearest medical facility lies two blocks east of your current location. Goodbye." Above them, the fighter plane... disintegrated. Each of the seperate pieces was designed to land gently and contain no sharp corners, nothing else. Back at the Cafe, the AI bat relaxed. "They're on their way back." -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="CCC"] A longer message is sent to the escapees via car radio: "The nearest medical facility lies two blocks east of your current location. Goodbye." [\quote] "Drop Angelica and I at the hospital." Marco says to Hilshire. "There is no sense in risking the rest of you." The bullet riddled SUV pulls up to the E.R. Marco calls for a stretcher and Angelica is taken inside. As standard procedure for all handlers, Marco has falsified papers on him. Marco stays with Angelica as the SUV, with the remaining four, pulls away. Jeanette Isabelle -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - After some after thoughts, Fernando finds his room cramped and stuffy, deciding the need to step out and stretch out his legs on the deck. This proves to be difficult at best. Two guard has been assigned to him and the rest of the ship was guarded through out. Normally the ship would not be so well guarded, but with guests and the threat of possible covert spies, the alert status has been risen shipwide a couple of levels. Somehow Fernando manages to make it to the flightdeck, walking about it while staying out of everyone's way. He stands at the very edge of the starboard edge, looking over the keel and at the wake of the sea behind. He wonders about what happened. Where did it go wrong? A simple search of active hospital computers could find the wounded girl, and lead him to the others. But would it be worth it? What would be worth it? In private conference with Captain RR and Captain Eddie, the question was raised, "What about shadowy, well-hidden/entrenched, revenge-driven higher ups?" The question did not seemed to phase him. What is bothering him is the outcome, 2 out of 5 girls, though the primary objective was sucessfully obtained, the question of the secondary objective. He stands in an At-Ease position, even though his mind races for answers. Voice from behind: Having second doubts about the mission? Fernando answers without turning around. Fernando: Second thoughts, not second doubts, Jeanette. Jeanette: You always do this everytime you think you failed on a rescue. Fernando: Its a guy thing, Jeanette. I dont expect you to understand. Jeanette: We girls get those moments too, you know. But it seems to me that you seem to brood in it. Fernando: Consider yourself lucky that you were here with the others instead of with me. Jeanette: Things went that bad? Fernando: Have you not read the reports? Jeanette: I have. Fernando: So? Jeanette: You only done what was needed. Fernando: Including... Jeanette: You did what was right to save others, even if it means something you do not want to do. Fernando: Perhaps you do not understand. Jeanette: I do. Another voice from behind: Fernando? Fernando: Yes Tammy? Tammy: I would like to thank you for all you have done. Fernando: That would not be neccessary. Tammy: After all you have done, for me? For us? Jeanette: Do not take it personally, Tammy. After a brief bit of silence... Fernando: What about the other girl? Jeanette: What about her? Fernando: Who's going to take care of her for the interim? Jeanette: We'll find somebody who can. Fernando: Arik already has DOS. And the girl was programmed to latch onto males. Jeanette: You willing to take care of her? Fernando: I already have a daughter. Jeanette: Then I'll take care of her. Fernando: You're not a male. Jeanette: And? Fernando: She wont latch onto you. Jeanette: We wont know that until we tried. Tammy: I'll take take of her. Fernando: Why you? Tammy: Like you said, Bink's recovery would be better if she had somebody else to recover with. Fernando: Do you agree, Jeanette? Jeanette: We'll have to discuss it on the way home. Fernando: We do not that much time, and we might be recalled, though that it up to my descression. Jeanette: Recalled? Tammy: To be honest, I would not want to go through that again. Fernando: Its up to my discression. Jeanette: Anything that would sway your decision? Fernando: We'll meet up for it before the next meal. Speaking of which... Jeanette: The galley is downstairs. Care to be escorted? Fernando slowly turns around as to not slip off the edge of the ship. Fernando: You care to join us, Tammy? Jeanette: I'm just taking you there, I'm not eating. Fernando: What about a rootbeer? Jeanette: Its not the greatest tasting rootbeer I've had. Fernando: OK, I'll have to accept that as a no, then. Together the three leave for the galley. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - "I do believe Jeanette was right...how long's this barrel been open, Ensign?" *With an expression of mild distaste, RangerReady looks down into his mug, the rootbeer within failing to produce much of a froth.* "Sorry about that, Captain. I'll head down to stores after dinner hour." "Much obliged." *Sitting the heavy glass onto the table with a discernable thunk, RR gazes across at the three latest newcomers, his eyes watching Fernando with a bit of new respect.* "Nicely done, brushtail. You're pretty well connected, yourself...although I won't ask how." "That'd probably be a good idea." "We'll reach the Atlantic in a couple of hours. Everything should be smooth sailing home, after that...." *Fernando looks up, curiosity etched into his features.* "You don't seem convinced." "I dunno. Something just...doesn't smell right. Call it captain's intuition." *Draining his glass, RR stands, and heads out the nearest hatch.* "I'll be on the bridge, if you need me." ************************************************************* Belowdecks, in Fernando's quarters, the previously silent laptop whirs to life, as a message is received via longrange transmitters. As the words are recorded into the computer's memory, a chilling message becomes clear. USN General Headquarters Adm. I.H. Donnelly RE: The Project Well played, Lone Squirrel. Well played, indeed. I, personally, won't lose much sleep over my little Warriormaids...their recruitment and retrieval will never be known. As for the news agencies of this planet...you really do have a talent for underestimating your adversary, do you not? Upon reception of this message, you will discover that your access to all worldwide agency servers and computer systems has been severed. All escape routes into the appropriate safehouses and communities have been cut off. It was a worthwhile attempt, but I'm afraid I have no intention of releasing that which I have paid so dearly to gain. I must compliment you on your guile and your audacity...it might have made you a worthy addition to my team, in another time. Although, you could release your information personally, upon reaching home port...if you make it, that is. Good luck with that. ************************************************************* *They say that the sea is a perilous woman to scorn...and a far worse one to underestimate. Leagues away, near the center of the Atlantic, a heavily-armed force speeds across the open waters, alert klaxons already blaring across the darkened decks of all ships. Aboard the heavily armored USS North Carolina, the commander of the battle group receives his orders, watching the shadowed face on his screen with alert attentiveness.* "You understand your orders?" "Aye-aye, sir." "Good. I will reiterate...Enterprise is never to reach port. I repeat, never. Send her to the farthest reach of the depths, and I shall reward you with everything you deserve." "Affirmative, sir. Affirmative." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando: Can you do me a favor? Jeanette: Depends on what that favor is. Fernando: Go into the barrowed office space, and bring over 'Rachel', please. Jeanette: I'll be back then. Jeanette gets up and leave to retrieve Rachel. Tammy: Who's Rachel? Fernando: She's my laptop... Tammy: Oh. You told me that before, but I cant quite make the connection. Fernando: Its OK. Its a guy thing. Fernando picks up his roast beast sandwich and takes a bite out of it. After he swallows, he ask Tammy a question. Fernando: Would you want to repeat everything again to rescue the others? Tammy: Dont take this wrong, but I am selfish, and have to say, that I was only in it for Bink. And I have to thank you for that. Fernando: Just dont. Tammy: Why not? Fernando: Because, if you think you owe for for me doing my job, then you will owe forever. Everyday that you and Bink have together as sisters, is a day that is there because of what I had to do. Its a debt that you can never repay. So dont thank me for doing my job - ever. Tammy leans over and kisses Fernando on his cheek. Then she gets up and walks away, out of the galley. Fernando goes back to his lunch. Five minutes later Jeanette returns with Tammy in tow. She places the laptop on the table in front of Fernando. Jeanette: There is a message for you on the screen. Fernando opens the laptop and reads is: [quote="Rachel's screen"] USN General Headquarters Adm. I.H. Donnelly RE: The Project Well played, Lone Squirrel. Well played, indeed. I, personally, won't lose much sleep over my little Warriormaids...their recruitment and retrieval will never be known. As for the news agencies of this planet...you really do have a talent for underestimating your adversary, do you not? Upon reception of this message, you will discover that your access to all worldwide agency servers and computer systems has been severed. All escape routes into the appropriate safehouses and communities have been cut off. It was a worthwhile attempt, but I'm afraid I have no intention of releasing that which I have paid so dearly to gain. I must compliment you on your guile and your audacity...it might have made you a worthy addition to my team, in another time. Although, you could release your information personally, upon reaching home port...if you make it, that is. Good luck with that. [\quote] Fernando tries to foward the message to the captains on the fleet, finding himself locked out of the Earth bound Internet. Fernando thinks to himself: Good one, but not good enough. Jeanette: What are you going to do? Fernando: What would you do when you arrive at a gunfight, before the police do? Jeanette: What does that have to do with anything? Fernando: Think on your feet, Jeanette. Survey the scene, chell out the options and who to tend to first. But most of all, do what you can to protect yourself. Jeanette: All that comes automatic when the the situation comes. Fernando: What would you do in this situation? Jeanette: If I were you, I would get me and my laptop to access the internet and do your dirty work. but I dont have my laptop with me, remember? Fernando: I know. But what other options do I have? Jeanette: Access the ship's computers and internet? Fernando: I'm probably locked out of them too. Jeanette: Anything in your bag of tricks? Fernando: In fact I do. Ever heard of AMSAT and SkyCorp/Apple/NASA server? Jeanette: No. Fernando: Well... The silly admiral said "world wide servers", but these are 'not on' the planet. They are part of an experiemental SkyNet internet. If I still have access to them, as I think I should, Then he has not locked me out, and I will dispence justice. Jeanette: I'm afraid to ask, what would you need to do this? Fernando: Can you find me a 5db hi-gain mini-dish antennea. Jeanette: Anything else? Fernando: Time. And lots of it... -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - *Aboard Enterprise, routine has begun to take it's course once more, as the ship steams ahead toward the great expanse of the Atlantic, making good time. Sitting in the captain's chair, RangerReady watches the waters stretch away to the horizon, through the open wall portal on the bridge.* FSSHHHKKKT!! "What was tha--" *Disconcerted yells and rumblings erupt all over the bridge, as one by one, power systems wink out, leaving the command center in darkness. RR claws his way through the inky blackness, trying to find purchase.* "Report!" "Communications are out, sir! Main power is down...I can't raise engineering!" "Engage secondary backups!" "Trying, sir...it's going to take some time! Comm lines are down all over the ship!" *Groping his way back to his chair, the captain growls out into the dark.* "Donnelly." *Reaching to his belt for a portable radio, he sends a quick message, hoping that his endangered friends will hear.* "Fernando, Jeanette, and anybody else that can hear me...arm yourselves and meet me in the galley. We've got a saboteur on board!" -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando looks over his laptop and feels for the press latches that Apple designs into the case, thinking how much he hates them though they are better than screwing a case with actual screws. The top cover angles up and then the keyboard, showing the wireless card inside. Fernando reaches inside and pops the tiny connector and pulls it out, showing it off. Fernando: Now I need to connect this to the antennea. Jeanette looks at it, needing to strain her eyes at it. Tammy does too. Jeanette: Tiny little thing. You sure you did not take it away from its mother too soon? Fernando: Ha Ha. Thats one of my jokes. Jeanette: But seriously, how are you going to connect that to anything? Fernando: How is not the question, buy where? Captain RR comes to the table where the 3 sat. RangerReady: What is that? Fernando: I need to connect this to a 5db antennea. RangerReady: What for? Fernando: To deal with the admiral, sir. RangerReady: The Admiral contacted you? Fernando: Read this... Holding onto the open laptop case, Fernando turns the laptop so that RangerReady can read it. After a few moments, he finishes. RangerReady: I see. What do you intend to do now? Fernando: He's called my bluff. I have to show my cards But I have to get connected somehow, enter in through a backdoor. RangerReady: A backboor? I've heard Nyota use that term many times before. Tell me how you intend to get in. Fernando explains about Sky Corp's orbital network that Apple and NASA help create. UsingApple G4 cubes in orbit with built-in server software, and wireless communication hardware, this is information that very few know about and even less has access too. All he needs is a dish antennea to connect too and have it pointed skywards. RangerReady: I'll be right be back. He leaves to talk with Nyota and other commucations officers of the ship. 10 minutes later he returns with Nyota. Nyota: What is it that needs to be connected to the communications array? Fernando holds up the tiny connector to her: This. Nyota: That is tiny. I dont think we have anything compatible to it. Fernando: the connector can be spliced, thats not a problem. I just need a micro-soldering station to do the actual surgery. Nyota: I'll get the techs to lend you some tools. now explain to me about this Skycorp network thing? Fernando puts his sandwich onto the laptop while its still on, and carries it to the radio shack as he explains to Nyota about Skycorp Net. Once in the radio room, Fernando goes to work on his laptop, going slowly, since Rachel is turned on as to not to loose the message. After 15 minutes, he completes his job and gives the soldered connector to one of the Techs. They draw a cable from behind a panel and connect it. Given the OK on the connection, Fernando turns on the satellite tracking software, finding one of the SkyCorps G4's overhead. He types commands from his laptop, and he connects. Code: Welcome to Darwin! skycorp.node-006:~ fernando$ Fernando: Good. I'm in! The room reamins silent as he begins typing. Accessing the email server portion of the Mac in Space server, he first sends an email to his friend. Code: AWiener@hofrep.gov Yo Tony! As classmates and grads of BTHS '81, I need to you to pull a major favor! I need you to read the following attachments and talk with it with Schummer and Clinton, I know you have their ear! The Joint Chiefs also need tobe made aware! Action is urgent so please hurry! .cc: GShummer@senate.gov, HClinton@senate.gov .attch: Project WarriorMaid, UN General Assembly Resolution A/RES/54/263 Sincerely -Fernando, BTHS '81 Fernando (to himself): One down!, 2-million to go! He then send out an urgent but generic information packette for the news media servers to recieved, addressed to the news media editors. The same information package is sent to the UN council on Child Rights; each containing a report about the situation in Italy, Project WarriorMaid, and the UN resolution against using children as weapons of war. Each one is send sucessfully to their receipiant. Fernando then sends the report pacakge to his boss at the CIA and his counterpart in the FBI. He then accesses to send a message to DOS and CCC to hack the naval computer defense system to see if there are any orders against the rescue mission. They start immediately on their work. He then sits there and thinks for a moment, before sending an untraceble email back to the Admiral: Code: Subject: 5-card stud. Message: You called my bluff. I have 2 duces. I know you have nothing but a bunch of random cards. Fernando sits down and finishes his sandwich. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - Eddie strode down the passageway to radio central on the USS Texas. About an hour ago, he had been given a very disturbing order that he had no intention of carrying out. That order was to sink Enterprise. Eddie's command was more than capable of doing it; Texas's huge 16' shells would wreak havoc on the lightly armored carrier. But there was no way Eddie was going to destroy a piece of national naval history and a lot of fine American sailors without a very very very good reason. And some admiral's personal vendetta was nowhere near good enough. Now he'd received word from a friend and fellow officer that another battleship battle group, centered around North Carolina was headed this way with orders to intercept and destroy Enterprise. The fox could scarcely believe his ears. Now, armed with a copy of Fernando's intelligence package, Eddie was on his way to place a call directly to the White House. Something very wrong was going on at Fleet Headquarters, and the captain intended to make sure that it was set right. North Carolina's battle group was over two days away, so time was on his side, for the moment. Due to a design flaw, the North Carolina suffered severe propeller cavitation problems; at her top speed of 27 knots, the stern vibrated badly. That handicap gave Texas an edge; assuming that power on Enterprise could be restored, they could simply outrun the battle group to return home. But if Eddie's call was successful, that wouldn't be necessary. Eddie had learned that Fernando had been locked out of the internet somehow. So had Enterprise. Hopefully, Texas had not been. The vulpine captain would soon find out. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - to make sure nobody could pick up what he was doing at the airport, Hondo had been e-mailing Fernando on the palm pilot, but none of the messages got through. What is going on? he wondered. it was only 2:30 am. He did some searching and ended up using his laptop to hack into the ships computer. There he found out about the battle between Fernando and the Admiral. *Crud! Now what?* Hondo thought He found out that it had been going on all day, and no one knew he was there. Fernando's communications had came through, but all in coming communications were blocked. * I need another pilot! I could bail out with the copter and help if I had some to keep her up. Or maybe I don't want to keep the jet up, just maybe.* -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 29

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:38pm Midnight Man - - - - - As he is ordered to, Midnight arrives on the bridge, offering a fairly strange look for someone who claims not to be a fighter most of the time. His tranq sniper rifle is mounted on his back, one holster holds the tranq pistol Fernando has built, and the other one the Micro Uzi in case a blazing, live ammo-loaded automatic would be needed. "Dark in here," he comments. "Not that I complain, that is, I don't need that much light to see." He then receives the latest information about Admiral Donnelly's planned vendetta which seems to reach from sabotage to use of heaviest naval artillery. Being someone who doesn't like to lose against a criminal who tries and probably even succeeds in hiding his activities by using heaviest armaments against the investigators just because he can, Midnight can barely keep himself from suggesting hacking into the US nuclear defenses via Protocol 7, mounting a multiple-megaton warhead on a Minute Man ICBM, striking the USS North Carolina from above (an attack she can never defend herself against, neither with guns nor with massive steel plates), and making it look like an accident. Instead, he comes up with a much cleaner idea. "We've got lots of jet fuel on this ship, haven't we? And we've got the Learjets. And business jets are known to be equipped with 110V outlets, not only for electric shavers, but also and especially for laptops. I propose feeding any mobile equipment from the Learjets as long as moving around on the flight deck is not too dangerous." After a short pause, he adds, "And Fernando, did Donnelly succeed in locking you away from Protocol 7 access? He may have his dirty tricks, but our clean tricks are way better." -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - Code: Interesting. I don't recognise this IP address, and it's not on the DNS, either. Perhaps I should pay it a visit sometime. Code: Shouldn't be all too hard. Naval system? Why would they be ordering against the rescue? Organic life is really amazingly complex at times. Well, the easiest way into there would be via the emergency backdoor in the Texas... Five minutes later, Fernando gets an email, routed via the Skynet systems: "Fernando Two ships have been ordered to ensure that the Enterprise does not reach port - the Texas and the North Carolina. The orders were both issued by one Admiral Donelly; I am still researching the reasons for this, but in the meantime I have changed the password on his account randomly and arranged to cut the power to the building he is in. When the UPS on his PC runs out, he will have some difficulty in logging in again until he can get to the network admins. Of course, the switchboard and the lifts are both out, so that will take him some time. In the meantime, I'm simply flooding the network to cut him at least largely off. Current positions and speeds, together with vital statistics for both the Texas and the North Carolina are attached. I hope they are helpful. I must say, this skynet system is most interesting. I thank you for drawing it to my attention. CCC" -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair enters the bridge, wearing the blood-stained guard uniform for a change. He had his DL-17 in a holster. "Any news about the saboteur?" "None so far. But that's not all. Texas and North Carolina had been orderes to intercept us." "Texas? That's Eddie's ship. Do you think he will turn on us?" "I highly doubt it. He is an honorable sailor. He would never obey an order that goes against his code." "Bottom line: by whose order?" "Admiral Donnelly." "Right. First priority: restore power. Second priority: find the saboteur. Then we can take care of the admiral and his strike force. One way or another." -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II: What Razale: Adrmale Donnelly order the Texas and North Carlonia intercepet the Rescue Alex II: Call the Presedent I Think Adrmale went over the line he have to get the ok from the Presedent * White House George Mouse: Yea WHAT you sure Razale, Admiral Donnelly I Never order a Intercepted on the Rescue Ok I am going to take care of this *then he hang up* "Admiral Donnelly going to answer to me when I Find him I am going to srip him out of his title for this My Sercet Servierces go and Find Admiral Donnelly and have him escorted to me *then Calling Texas and North Carloina* "Eddie and RR This is your Presedent Speeking don't intercept the Rescue Repet don't Intersepet the Rescue I am Orvieriding Admiral Donnelly contorl so you have the world from me right now we are finding him too same as the CIA and FBI So Don't Intercept the Rescue becasue that suprose go to me before I Make the decision and it didn't -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Within hours of recieving the information packette, various agencies begin to have emergency meetings, news media companies send out investigative reporters to validate the information and gather more intell before print-deadlines. Even the president recieved an improntu wake up call. UN: Emergency sessions of the General Assembly has been called, challegening the nations and companies involved in 'Project WarriorMaid.' The US Ambassidor claims to have no knownledge for a project over 10 years old. Surprise inspections are in order, starting with the USA, then Italy and other nations. USA: An Emergency Joint Session of Congress has been stirred up a hornet's nest of activity and accusations. Amoung those dragged into this meeting is the VicePresident, who is being accused of withholding information. The CIA and FBI jointly work on an investigation of all known government computer systems. NORAD has been forced to cease all operations and cooperate with te investigation. NORAD only complies to prove that it is not involved with the project, but to hide several others of their own. The Joint Chiefs of Staff arrive at the White House to an angry President Mouse (aka: The Shrub). The White House secretaries have been told to hold all phone calls for the next 24 hours or until further notice. Unfortunately, the Press is hounding the White House Phone lines. The meeting is interrupted by several members from Congressal House Armed Services Subcommittee on Oversight and Investigations and the United States Senate Armed Services Subcommittee on SeaPower and Subcomittee on Personel. The Vice President was also in attendance. All fingers point at the US, its military with its project head being Admiral Donnelly (Other nations involved are under going their own shake down). Culpability is being forced down to those involved with Admiral Donnelly. Within hours, commands are made from the Joint Chiefs to the policing arm of the Navy. The Provost Marshal's Office, Master-at-Arms and Shore Patrol are order to arrest the Admiral, his staff, and nullified any orders he has made within the past 30 days. Each order is then transcripted and investigated. The Admiral find the email on his computer. Code: Subject: 5-card stud. Message: You called my bluff. I have 2 duces. I know you have nothing but a bunch of random cards. He sits on his desk, trying to figure out the message when choas breaks out just outside his office. Admiral Donnelly opens his door, finding several armed uniformed officers holding his staff for arrest. A Uniformed Officer walks to the Admiral. Uniformed Officer: Admiral Donnelly, We are from the Pentagon Police. We are placing you under arrest. (Then he turn to one of officers in the room) Major, secure the admiral's computer. Major: Yes Sir. Admiral Donnelly is dragged away in handcuffs, yelling about how he would vindicated and how his connections of Higher Ups will do his bidding in getting even with those invovled in the arrest. The Major calls out from the the admiral's officer. Major: Commander? The Commander walks into the officer. Commander: Yes Major? Major: You need to read this. The Commander read the Admiral's email, referencing about the poker bluff being called. Commander: Thats suck to lose to a pair of Duces. Continue with securing this unit- back up the hard drive and save all files before unplugging the unit. Major: Will do sir. Hours laters when the Pentagon receives the Admiral's computer, more incrimidating evidence: Orders to sink the Enterprise. Counter Orders are made to bring the entire Atlantic Fleet to port with staff to remain at their stations. The Enterprise and her fleet is ordered to stay in the Mediterranean Sea and await further orders. All men at sea are ordered to be at their stations, captains are use their discretion at any order given to them by fleet admirals, and to ignore any orders that endangers any other ship in the fleet. To Captains RangerReady23 and Eddie, this means that the spies within their ships will go into hiding amoung the crew, but work as begun to findout who they are. All areas of the ships are guarded and access to all areas restricted except to the Captain and his bridge staff. Within hours of Admiral's arrest and his orders nullified, Fernando's Internet connection is restored later that evening. Until then, the day continues. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo finds out that Fernando's internet is up again and allowing messages to come through. He once again briefly tells him what he was going to do and asks if he wants anything special done. after that he settles back and waits ( the one thing he does not like to do). *I wish we could have done more.* Hondo thinks as he looks out at the airport and the city behind it. *I believe we could have done more, but how?* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Midday in Fernando's Quarters, Tammy enters with Bink and Claes. Fernando is putting back together his laptop, resoldering the wireless network connector. The door was unlocked and he was expecting them, but not so soon. They close the door behind them, standing in front of the door. Fernando: Have a seat, ladies. They all look at each other, then at the fold-away deck bed. It being a single bed room with its own desk, it had to have been one of the lower ranking officers which is on loan to him. They walk over to the bed and sit on it. Fernando finishes up his work, soldering the last bit of wire together, and the closes the machine. He unplugs the soldering iron and puts it to the side. Fernando says to himself: I hope that works. Tammy: Fernando? Fernando: You had a question for me? Tammy: Who's going to take care of Cleas? Fernando looks at Cleas for a moment. Fernando: I dont know yet. Tammy: We'll need an answer before we get home. Fernando: The mission is not over. Tammy: Your mission is not over. Your mission in rescuing my sister is. Fernando: Bink, you willing to accept Tammy as your new handler? Bink turns to look at Tammy, and thinks but gives no answer. More surprizingly, Claes gives an answer. Claes: I would like you to be my handler. Fernando: Me? Why? Claes: Because I dont have a handler, he died. I have been sent to other handlers, but it is not the same as having your own handler. Fernando: But, why me? Claes: Because you saved me from the terrorists, you are somebody who I can trust. Fernando: I see. Tammy: Looks like somebody has a crush on you. Fernando (staring at Tammy sterny): its obvous that she's not the only one. Tammy: What are you talking about? Fernando: Nothing. Tammy: Explain yourself. Fernando: You willing to take care of your sister, more than you may think you may have too? Tammy: I'll do anything now that I have her back. Fernando: She's a broken girl, Tammy. She'll need to be put back together. Tammy: Broken? How? Fernando: She's been through a lot, more than most see in a lifetime. She's going to require a lot of attention to get her to near normal. Tammy: I can only do what I can do. Fernando: You'll be asked to do more. Tammy: I'll do what I can. Fernando: Saying and doing are two different things. You're 20, and now you just became a mother to your sister, so a lot more is expected. Tammy refuses to respond to his comment. Claes: What else needs to be done? Fernando: I need to rescue the other girls. Claes: A noble gesture, but why? Fernando: No girl as young as you should ever be a Gunslinger. Claes: What if they dont want to leave? Fernando: Why would they stay? Section 1 is no more. Section 2 will soon follow. If the handlers are not arrested soon, they will abandon their girls when things get too much to handle. I would like to save them from that before it happens. Claes: Would it be possible to not have certain handlers arrested? Fernando: Why? Cleas: If it is possible, I would like Olga not to be arrested because we would listen to her better than if we were with you. Fernando: Nice to know that I loved, I swear. Tammy giggles a bit, but Bink and Claes do not understand why. Fernando: Guys, how about letting me think about everything. I dont know about you, but I have not slept in days. Tammy: Alright girls, lets go and bother him later. They get up off the bed and leave the room. Tammy closes the door behind her, and for a second, can be heard talking to somebody else. Tammy: Dont go in there, he's still in that grumpy mood again. Fernando (to himself, alone in the room): Yeah, it is nice to be loved... Now if I can only be left alone sometimes. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Jean and Hilshire thought it would be best if they split. If one team is captured, the other is still free. Jean and Rico are together in the SUV. "Jean?" Rico asked. "What?" "Is Angelica. . . . Do you think she is going to die?" "I doubt she has long to live. A cyborg's lifespan is limited. The question is how to best utilize the time you have. Don't worry. You sill have a long while to go." "OK." At the hospital the surgeons successfully repaired her injuries. The problem is the cybernetic implants have taken their tole on Angelica's brain and other living organs. Her body is shutting down and her memory is worsening. Bink and Claes go to the hospital to see their friend. Marco is nowhere to be found. Angelica can have only one visitor at a time so Bink goes in first, bringing flowers. Bink enters Angelica's hospital room and lays the flowers at the bedside table. "Bink?" Angelica asked. "Thanks for visiting me. The flowers are beautiful." "How do you feel?" Bink asked. "My body feel heavy and I have been having a hard time concentrating on anything. Other than that, I feel fine. I'm sure in a few days I will feel better and be back at work." Angelica does not remember what happened and Bink does not say anything about that. "We can't wait for you to be back." "Thanks." Angelica is distracted by a sound outside her window and tries to sit up to see what it is. "Is there something wrong? Are you OK?" Bink goes to help her friend sit up. Angelica then turns to Bink. "Bink? When did you get here?" She turns to the flowers on the bedside table. "What beautiful flowers. Thank-you so much. Where's Marco? Is he not here?" Bink leaves, "No, he's not here yet. He must be busy with work." Claes then enters Angelica's room. "Claes. . . ." Angelica says, "Hospitals aren't really so bad. Sometimes it gets really boring but I get visitors every day." Angelica sees the flowers on the bedside table. "Someone just came by, it was. . . ." She couldn't remember. "That's right." "I wish I can be strong like the rest of you." "I'm not as strong as you may think. I am afraid to die and I don't like pain. I probably read books every day because I don't want to feel I am wasting my life. I'm afraid and I don't want to have any regrets before I die." Angelica nods. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - *Within a cell at an undisclosed location, a shadowy, bent form rocks back and forth on it's cot, muttering to itself. Admiral Donnelly looks very little like the image of authority that he once presented, but his eyes flame with defiance as his mental acuity slips farther and farther away, into the realm of vindictive madness.* "Oh, he's good...he's very, very good. How I could have used such a one! The world would have been a mere oyster in my grasp." *Rising from the cot, Donnelly paces about the cell, using the keen hearing of the mouse that he is to place the various guards, keepers and officers of the watch. Sufficiently satisfied that he has all of his ducks in a row, he centers himself before the door, and places a hand on either side.* "One of the benefits of experimenting in the field of cybernetics," *he chuckles*...."is being able to use one's self as a test subject. A pity that the young ones weren't taken to this...next step." *Exterting all of the strength that the hidden implants supply him, the old mouse pulls at the cell door, which rips from it's hinges with a loud shriek. As shrill alarms begin to sound within the deep confines of the facility, the lone prisoner throws back his head, howling to the darkness.* "Beware your fate, Captain! No one betrays me! No one double-crosses me! Beware! Bewaaaaare!!!" ************************************************************* *On the still waters of the Mediterranean, the USS Enterprise floats at rest, repairs proceeding at a slow, but steady pace. Minimal power has been restored, and RangerReady sits in the center seat, watching his crew scurrying to and fro with satisfaction.* "Best in the fleet," *he murmurs, crossing his arms with a smile.* "Oh, I might have to fight ya on that one, Charlie." *Ducking his head under the low hatch door, Captain Eddie Dixon steps into the mighty carrier's command center, coming to stand next to his fellow commander with a slight nod of acknowledgement.* "Permission to come aboard?" "Granted, pally! How goes things aboard the Big T?" "Getting back to normal, thankfully. We've caught up with one of Donnelly's people already....hopefully ship's security'll track down the rest without too much of a problem. How about here?" "Returning to a routine, pretty much...but our saboteur is still missing in action. Fernando's been out with my teams, searching the nooks and crannies...but they haven't come up with anything yet." "Eh, I wouldn't worry about it too much. With their commander under lock and key, they'll be afraid to make a move without authorization." "This is true." *Sitting back in his chair, RR contemplates the mission at hand...primarily, returning Bink and her friends to a normal life.* "D'you really think it's over?" "With the stink that's been kicked up at home, I should hope so! This guy's predicament stinks worse than my comm officer on a long night watch." "Isn't your comm officer a skunk?" "What do you think my point was?" *Chuckling, the two turn their eyes seaward, watching as the sun sets over the horizon, turning the ocean depths from a sparkling azure, to a deeply burning sienna.* "Well, I'm taking off to my quarters...my shift's ending, anyway. Care to join me for a nightcap, Edward?" "You got any of that Redwall-brewed root beer that you're so proud of?" *The captain of the Enterprise grins.* "Picked up a whole barrel when we docked in Belfast, last week." "Then lay on, MacDuff!" *Bantering good-naturedly, the two retreat from the bridge, as the lights dim, the XO assuming his place in the captain's chair.* ************************************************************* *Aboard the North Carolina, the captain stirs in his bunk, rising to gaze out the portal window of his cabin door. The two guards outside have sunk noiselessly to the deck, as a handful of crewmen unbolt the steel door.* "Orders, Cap'n?" "You already know them. Failsafe order General One. The mission has been compromised...destroy the ship, and take all enemies possible with her. Make your way to the bridge, and seal yourselves in. Make course for the Enterprise...and if Texas moves to intercept...fire the new guns. I think they might be a bit surprised!" *With a simple, "Aye-aye, sir!", the crew slips into the shadows, joined by others from branching corridors as they move silently off into the bowels of the ship.* -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - Fortunately for Eddie and everyone else in Texas's battle group, Eddie had a very good friend on the North Carolina. Lieutenant Commander Amanda Hasegawa was the battleship's gunnery officer. She had suspected that something was wrong with Captain Thorpe for a long time. Recent events had confirmed that. In her time on the battleship, Amanda had put together a further list of possible "supporters" of Thorpe. Fortunately, their numbers were few; of the 1500-some odd sailors aboard, there were less than thirty that the tigress suspected of aiding the now-rogue captain. Running such a huge ship with only 30 people was simply not possible. When Thorpe gave the order to fire the main guns, he'd be in for quite a surprise. They weren't loaded, and they wouldn't be. It took 70 people to man each turret. Hasegawa had made certain that of that number, perhaps only five would even try. And if they did, she had another failsafe: the assistant chief engineer (since the actual chief was with the captain) would flood the ship's magazines. That would also prevent destruction of the ship. And Thorpe would find it hard to conduct any combat without the ship's engines. Another significant portion of the ship's crew was dedicated to keeping North Carolina's four steam turbines and eight boilers running. Since the engines weren't directly controlled by the bridge, any order for engine power coming from the ship's CIC (where the captain and his traitorous crew had locked themselves) would go unanswered. The assistant chief had also disconnected the ship's rudder controls. Since North Carolina was built to be able to survive massive amounts of damage, she had not one but three central control stations: the CIC, the bridge and wheelhouse, and local fire control. The captain only had the CIC. Captain Thorpe had locked himself into it, and would now find himself hard pressed to actually control the ship. In effect, Lieutenant Commander Hasegawa was now in command and control of North Carolina. Captain Thorpe just didn't know it yet. Eddie smiled when he read Hasegawa's message to that end. "Wow. I knew that she was good. I didn't know she was that good!" he exclaimed. Still Captain Thorpe was capable. The wily coyote was likely to find a way to cause more grief for both crews. Eddie just hoped that they wouldn't lose a historic battleship because of it. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - OOC: how much damage would a 737BBJ do to a ship like the North Carolina if it slammed into the bridge? Say enough to rid us of a problem but not destroy the ship, or is that too much? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [OOC] How did the girls get off the ship to see Angelica? [/OOC] The US President makes an emergency tv appearence to speak to the public, thus angering most by interupting their favorite TV Shows or Baseball games. [quote="President George (The Shrub) Mouse"] Good evening ladies and gentlemen. It is with great enthusaism that I come to speak to you all about the scourge that threatens our freedoms and liberties. I'm speaking about an old cold-war project that should have died when the Berlin Wall was taken down, only to found festering on some secret lab on our soil. This project, code named 'WarriorMaiden' was to produce super soliders that can fight and survive a nuclear war. Millions, if not billions of dollars was spent on this project with little positive results, though it continued to operate under the guise of a cold-war super weapon. Since the UN Council passed resolution #A/RES/54/263, which prohibits the use of such weapons in 2002, we signed the treaty in good faith with our international neighbors that we were in compliance. But early this morning, some of our very best investigative people have found Project WarriorMaiden still in operation, and has done everything within their powers to end it. Upon my notification, I had all research project fundings halted until it can be investigated that these other projects are also in complaince. Our men and women in the armed forces work dilegently hard in order to keep our liberties and freedoms safe for all who live within our borders, and I would like to thank them all for this discovery, and ratification of this situation. Remember- they are here to protect our rights and freedoms from enemies who threaten them, whether they may be of international origins or domestically grown. I am proud to be their chief, and proud to be an American. So without further ado, this is all I had to say. My appologize for the interuption. Enjoy your televised entertainment. And for Massechusettes Senator Teddy (Bear) Kennedy- I hope the Yankees beat the (bleep) out of the your Red Sox! [\quote] Captain Eddie (after sipping the rootbeer): If that dont beat it all... he got everything wrong! Captain RangerReady: What can I tell you? Disinformation is fun. Of course, none of us is going to get a medal out of this, you know. Captain Eddie: A Medal? I'm hoping that we dont end up in the brig when we return to home port. Captain RangerReady: You think they'd throw us ALL in the brig? Captain Eddie: If not us, then Fernando for dragging us all into this. Captain RangerReady: Well, if Fernando wants a medal, you hold him still while I nail-gun one of these rootbeer bottle caps to his chest. Captain Eddie: Now You're Talking! -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - OOC: if the 737BBJ is too much for the North Carolina then get the Admiral to meet us on another ship, one we will not miss. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] OOC: how much damage would a 737BBJ do to a ship like the North Carolina if it slammed into the bridge? Say enough to rid us of a problem but not destroy the ship, or is that too much? [\quote] [OOC] It wont sink the ship, and since you'll be low on fuel when you get to it from crossing the Atlantic, you'll only set a fireball that will flame out of control for about an hour. You'll probably kill 1/2 her crew. But lets not fester on suicide missions. Find out how the girls ended up off the ship and in the hospital to see their friend. [/OOC] -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] OOC: how much damage would a 737BBJ do to a ship like the North Carolina if it slammed into the bridge? Say enough to rid us of a problem but not destroy the ship, or is that too much? [\quote] [OOC] It wont sink the ship, and since you'll be low on fuel when you get to it from crossing the Atlantic, you'll only set a fireball that will flame out of control for about an hour. You'll probably kill 1/2 her crew. But lets not fester on suicide missions. Find out how the girls ended up off the ship and in the hospital to see their friend. [/OOC] [\quote] I never said suicide, what do you think the little copter is for? -------------------------------------------------- - End Page 30

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:38pm Fernando - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] OOC: how much damage would a 737BBJ do to a ship like the North Carolina if it slammed into the bridge? Say enough to rid us of a problem but not destroy the ship, or is that too much? [\quote] [OOC] It wont sink the ship, and since you'll be low on fuel when you get to it from crossing the Atlantic, you'll only set a fireball that will flame out of control for about an hour. You'll probably kill 1/2 her crew. But lets not fester on suicide missions. Find out how the girls ended up off the ship and in the hospital to see their friend. [/OOC] [\quote] I never said suicide, what do you think the little copter is for? [\quote] [OOC] That would be a waste of a good loaner plane. Besides, I'm responsible for it, and would have to pay for it if it got damaged. You know how many acorns it would take to pay for it?!! [\OOC] -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] OOC: how much damage would a 737BBJ do to a ship like the North Carolina if it slammed into the bridge? Say enough to rid us of a problem but not destroy the ship, or is that too much? [\quote] [OOC] It wont sink the ship, and since you'll be low on fuel when you get to it from crossing the Atlantic, you'll only set a fireball that will flame out of control for about an hour. You'll probably kill 1/2 her crew. But lets not fester on suicide missions. Find out how the girls ended up off the ship and in the hospital to see their friend. [/OOC] [\quote] I never said suicide, what do you think the little copter is for? [\quote] [OOC] That would be a waste of a good loaner plane. Besides, I'm responsible for it, and would have to pay for it if it got damaged. You know how many acorns it would take to pay for it?!! [\OOC] [\quote] How about a 'borrowed' plane? Italy is in a mess now and would miss one little ol' jet liner. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] OOC: how much damage would a 737BBJ do to a ship like the North Carolina if it slammed into the bridge? Say enough to rid us of a problem but not destroy the ship, or is that too much? [\quote] [OOC] It wont sink the ship, and since you'll be low on fuel when you get to it from crossing the Atlantic, you'll only set a fireball that will flame out of control for about an hour. You'll probably kill 1/2 her crew. But lets not fester on suicide missions. Find out how the girls ended up off the ship and in the hospital to see their friend. [/OOC] [\quote] I never said suicide, what do you think the little copter is for? [\quote] [OOC] That would be a waste of a good loaner plane. Besides, I'm responsible for it, and would have to pay for it if it got damaged. You know how many acorns it would take to pay for it?!! [\OOC] [\quote] How about a 'borrowed' plane? Italy is in a mess now and would miss one little ol' jet liner. [\quote] No. Find out what the girls are up to and how they got off the deck of the Enterprise without anyone knowing! They're at Milan Hospital of Special Surgery, visiting a friend. And wear your Ambulance uniform; no one will ask question while you wear it in the hospital. Take the ambulance too. Anybody asks, you're on your break. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [quote="Hondo"] OOC: how much damage would a 737BBJ do to a ship like the North Carolina if it slammed into the bridge? Say enough to rid us of a problem but not destroy the ship, or is that too much? [\quote] OOC: Actually, the bridge/CIC of the Carolina is buried deep in the ship. The CIC is located down inside the hull, on a deck near the waterline, actually. The vitals of the ship are protected by about a foot of solid steel armor. How does a battleship respond to a kamikaze hit? Well, in 1945 the USS Missouri was hit by a Japanese Kamikaze. The result? A small gasoline fire that was contained within minutes and a small dent in the ship's side. Now, granted, a 737 is a much bigger and heavier plane than a Japanese Zero, but that still says something about how well these ships were built. And besides, at the moment anyway, North Carolina is under our control...or rather, Ms. Hasegawa's control.[/quote] -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - After a little disagreement, Hondo puts on the EMT uniform and jumps in the little pick-up, which has a load of airport security guards in the back, bound and gaged. He drives to the spot were he left the ambulance and hides the truck, leaving the C4 strapped to it in case they need it. Hondo drives by the docks first and finds a small landing craft that was marked with RR's ships name. After moving the landing craft to a safer location, Hondo head off to the hospital. When he arrived, he parked the ambulance beside a few others, locked it electronically and put the remote into his pocket. he put on a fake mustache earlier and pulled a cap down low on his face. he walked toward the hospital and helped carry a wounded chipmunk inside. He then set off to locate the girls. He first stopped by security. as usual, hospital security had only one old codger watching the cameras. Hondo told him he was sent there to give him a break as the rest of the security staff was busy. The old fellow had no reason to disbelieve him, as it had been done before, so he left. Hondo checked all the Cameras and found them. they were leaving Angelica's room Hondo when to find them, He noted they were on the 5th floor. He grabbed a food Cart and headed up to the 5th floor. No one questioned him as he was helping and with all the trouble coming in and as short handed as they were they needed help. he left it at the nurses station as he walk up the hall they should be on. he met them in an empty area on the hall and stopped them. They did not recognize him untill he took off his cap and spoke. "What are you two doin' here and why did you leave the ship without tellin' Fernando?" Hondo said. "We came to see Angelica and Fernando would not have let us leave if we told him." Claes said. "Well, we have to get you two back now!" Hondo said. "No." said Bink flatly. "Not without Rico and Angelica." Claes said. "I'm not sure Angelica will make it. She will not if we have to move her." Hondo said. "Even if she doesn't live long after, she needs to be away from here." Bink says. "OK, but we need a plan, and here is not a good place to plan." Hondo said. "and there is a lady we want to get out of here and make sure she is safe too." Claes said. "Only if you can convince her to help us. I might have to traqu. her to get her here, but it is up to you two to convince her. I'll help all I can, but first we have to get out of this hall." Hondo said. "Where to then?" Bink asks. "To the roof for now." Hondo said. They made it to the roof and found an old unused storage building on it where they set up their head quarters. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - [quote="Severe Weather Eddie"] [quote="Hondo"] OOC: how much damage would a 737BBJ do to a ship like the North Carolina if it slammed into the bridge? Say enough to rid us of a problem but not destroy the ship, or is that too much? [\quote] OOC: Actually, the bridge/CIC of the Carolina is buried deep in the ship. The CIC is located down inside the hull, on a deck near the waterline, actually. The vitals of the ship are protected by about a foot of solid steel armor. How does a battleship respond to a kamikaze hit? Well, in 1945 the USS Missouri was hit by a Japanese Kamikaze. The result? A small gasoline fire that was contained within minutes and a small dent in the ship's side. Now, granted, a 737 is a much bigger and heavier plane than a Japanese Zero, but that still says something about how well these ships were built. And besides, at the moment anyway, North Carolina is under our control...or rather, Ms. Hasegawa's control. [/quote] OOC: Edward, you are making it very difficult to get a sea battle out of this story, you know that? :P _________________ 'Croikey, she said no problems!!" 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Justitia fortitudo mea est. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [quote="RangerReady23"] OOC: Edward, you are making it very difficult to get a sea battle out of this story, you know that? :P [\quote] Find a warship that's NOT American and you can have one... :P (Perhaps a vengeful element of the Italian Navy....an operative that we missed?) -------------------------------------------------- WildIrishRose - - - - - Joined: Sat Feb 10, 2007 10:02 pm Posts: 572 Location: Greer, South Carolina, USA Charlie had mentioned putting all non-essential personnel off the ship *Rosie is sitting pensively in the VIP cabin. At least with all the newcomers she hadn't been evicted....not that Charlie would ever do that. Thinking and partly sulking....* "Non essential personnel!" she begins "Well I may not be essential, but I am not going anywhere!" *Rose settles her shoulder holsters and rams the nickel-plated Peacemakers into them. She pauses, and then tucks the derringer RR gave her into her pocket and puts on her jacket.* "I'll tie myself to this ship before I let myself be offloaded like cargo!" *Rose walks out on deck (making sure to stomp past the captain's cabin on the way) and stares over the dark water to where the hostile ships are over the horizon. Uncountable stars cover the heavens* "Come and take it." -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo was a little unsure what to do. *guns blazin' will not work here again!* he thought. "Well, I need to let Fernando know what's goin' on, then we'll talk." Hondo said as he pulled out his palm pilot. "Fernando is not coming to help?" Claes asked. "He is in enough trouble, now. You two leavin' will not help him any." hondo said as he sent a quick message. "Well the Boss squirrel man should receive that soon. In the mean time, what are we goin' to do?" Hondo said out loud to no one, but more to hear himself. "We have to convince Rico to come with us, save Olga and get angelica out of hear." Bink said. "But we need a miracle too . . ." Hondo stop short as he heard the whop, whop of a helicopter. "What that matter?" Claes asked as Hondo eye started to twinkle and a half smile crossed his face. "I think I hear a Miracle." He said. "No, thats a Helicopter." Bink said. "Yes, it is. A medivac Copter at that, with long range tanks. The type of copter that could fly a sick little gunslinger to a ship without harm." Hondo said as his eyes lighted up looking a fiery sapphire blue instead of his usual cold steal blue. "Time to git dangrous!" he said. "you to can handle Rico and tranq. her handler, right?" "Yes." they said in unison. "Without being seen." Claes added "But can you two convince her to come with us?" Hondo asked. "I know we can. After what Tammy and Fernando has told us, I know we can convince her that there is a better way to live." Bink said. "OK, but you two may need weapons." Hondo said. "But can I trust you two to use them only if you have to?" Hondo asked. "Yes, sir." They said in unison. "Good, and don't call me sir!" Ho0ndo said. I'll be right back. Hondo left them and returned in 20 minutes with food and a box. "Here you two, eat up." Hondo said."Sorry, but I have no new pistols. I only use older models." He gave each of them one of his .36 cal. walsh navy 12 shots and kept the .50 cal. dragoon and the .45 la'matte for himself. "also for each of you, I brought a bullet proof jacket and a tranquilizer dart pistol and a few pen/darts a piece. Use these if you can, but if you can't then use the pistols." Hondo said. "We'll wait an half an hour, then you two take care of Rico and I'll get Olga then sedate Angela and trick a couple Paramedic into helpin' me get them to the copter. either of you been trained to fly a copter?" He asked. "Yes, both of us have." Bink said. "Good! you two have to be to the copter in two and one half hours. I am going to set a few C4 charges to keep them busy when we take off." Hondo said as he gathered his stuff and got ready to leave. "Don't be late!" "We won't be." Claes said. Hondo nodded and stepped out the door closing it behind him. *Here we go again!* he thought as he crept through the night. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [OOC =01] Hondo, You're forgetting Triela; who might be the hardest to convince, and who is separated from Rico. Both sets of girls are with their handlers going in different directions. Olga is being detained in an undisclosed jail... Until at least the UN Investigators come in to interogator her. Only somebody of Rank or Seniority can pullher out. Thats when I'll move in once I am convinced that it will work. Problem is being convinced first, then getting my ass off the Enterprise. [/OOC] [OOC =02] Jeanette/Arik, There is a flaw in the condictioning process. -These girls seem to work as a team; whether with their handlers or each other. They interact with each other to know that they can trust the others. -With the Handlers are not there, they need to latch onto each other, as they do so in the series. -With the Handlers pernamentally gone, they need to latch onto another handler. -Finally, in the case of Elsa (who died long ago), if the Handler does not give the girls some emotional suppport and understanding, the girl goes haywire and kils both the handler and herself. I say this because (other than it did happened in Gunslinger), it shows to me that part of the condictioning/brainwashing process involves emtional abuse. How each person deal with such abuse is on them. With Elsa- the condictioning process failed because of the abuse. With Bink (Henrietta), its on that edge since Jose does not know what to do for her. Now that Jose is dead... With Claes- she gets it from all sides, except the girls, because of her handler's death, the rest of Section 2 does not know what to do with her other than to let section 1 experiement on her as they please. Fortunately for Claes, her handler was most giving to her needs before he died. With Angelica, that toll has taken a downward spiral and her mind and body is failing on her. Recovery for her will be difficult at best. Both Rico and Triela are unknowns at the moment, though they seem to be capable of latching on to the rest of the girls with ease.In Triela's case, latching onto Bink (Henrietta) when she needed support. Curing Angelica will mean undoing a lot of the emotional abuse from her. That will not be easy, and Angelica will always see herself as not quite measuring up. That is, if she survives her hospitalization. A Cyborg's life is short because these girls are run raggedly hard. Like a drug dealer's carreer only lasting on average 5 years before murder or the police catches up with them. Take away those pressures, and they can have a full life time of experiences. Besides- as a soccer team, those cyborgnetic implants gives them an unfair advantage over the others. But I'm not telling if you aren't. In short, in dealing with abused kids to get them to grow up nornamlly, you have to treat them as a broken person, with a lot of glue, time, and patients. In RL the both of you know mypast and how I managed to do this with others, the same rules applies to here. [/OOC] Fernando wakes up feeling worse than he did before going to sleep. 'A nest of twigs and leaves would have been better than this bed', Fernando thought to himself. He gets up to his laptop, finding that his Internet connection has been restored. He also finds his message and email boxes full. He reads each one before answering them. Code: Hondo, Though its a long drive, you can use the hideout to keep the girls there. You may need to stock up on food and clothes for the girls. In case of an emergency, there is a hidden entrance 100 yds behind the hideout to a WW2 bombshelter. Use it only if you have too. It connects to a shaft that runs 5 miles into the sewers if you need an escape. Looks like you need to play 'daddy' to the girls while I'm stuck here. Code: Alex II, You will be sent back to Milan to supervise interogation of the prisoners. It has to be done by the book (No torture!). Keep an eye on the UN Investigation team. Only allow them to interogate the prisoners one at a one and no more. Find out which one of the captured is Olga, and do not let anyone near her. Code: Jeanette and Tammy, The girls has escaped and are right now with Hondo. WE will deal with them once we are back home. Code: To Ship Captains, I recieved a disturbing message from the Pentagon Police: Admiral Donnelly has escaped, and at last call to home port, The Carolina was not listening to orders. I'm assuming the worst here. You captains have your orders, which I will not interfere with. I do however need to continue with completing the mission, once things fall into place and new plans can be drawn. Any help will be greatly appriecated. Code: To All Rescue Mission Ops Enjoy your Mediterranean Sea Cruise, courtsey of the USA navy... Gadget, stop asking about taking jet spare parts home, they're not free samples! And Dale- stop harrassing the crew to paint a shuffle board for you on the flight deck! You think I dont know these things, who guess who gets yelled at for your actions! With the messages sent, Fernando knows that he will be pounced on by everybody once he steps outside the door. But Fernando needs to step out onto the deck. Despite the general quarters command, Fernando makes his way to the flight deck, making his way to the rear of the ship. Behind the Enterprise is a wake of churred up glowing matter. Microscopic bioluminesence, brought up by the ship's propellers. He stands there looking out at it and the stars. Fernando (to himself):I wonder how far are we from Milan? A voice from behind: I would guess about 800 miles out. Fernando: That was rhetorical, Jeanette... hmmm... but a 2 hour flight by Lear. Jeanette: Thinking of going back? Fernando: To care of unfinished business. Jeanette: You mean, gettting the other girls? Fernando: And Hondo too. Jeanette: And have you thought about Olga? Fernando: I still need convincing. Jeanette: Look. If anyone can get to the girls, she can. She's done everything within her power to minimize the damaging affects of their condictioning, and probably is the only one who does care about them. Fernando: She is from Section 1. Who's to stop her from running away with the girls, turn them against us? What guarentees do i have against that? Jeanette: So, there is no convincing you of this? Fernando: I did not say that. I just need proof. Jeanette: You're worse than a Doubting Thomas. Fernando: So be it that I am. I need more to be convinced. Jeanette: How about me? Fernando: eh? Jeanette: I'm convinced that it will not happen as you think it would. I believe that Olga is the missing key to get all the girls and get them into a healing process from which they can recover. Fernando: You are, I'm not. Jeanette: Then how about backing me up on this. Fernando: And if it fails? Jeanette: It wont. Fernando: You're asking me in putting up a lot of trust and faith into something that might fail on you. Jeanette: I've given you that much and more on past rescue missions, and though you have not failed, I am sometimes left to clean up the mess. Fernando: Its not your job to clean up the mess. Voice in the dark as someone approaches: It seems that you two have a lot of emotional baggage... Jeanette: Hello Tammy. Tammy: Especially on your part, Fernando. Jeanette trusts you with her life on these missions, and yet, it seems that you do not reciprocate on that. Why? Fernando: Because our lives are at stake here, not just others. Its easy to run into a burning building and pull somebody out. Its its another to willing stand in front of them to take a bullet. Tammy: You mean like Chip did for Gadget? Fernando: I doubt he'll ever do that stunt again. Tammy: You dont know Chip that well to say that. Fernando: I know he has regrets about it. Tammy: I surely doubt that. Fernando: No? Go pump a couple of acorn brewski's into him, and he'll tell you all about it once the alcohol kicks in. Tammy: And what about you? Fernando: I dont have any... Jeanette: For somebody who is super powered as you are, you sometimes act like the weakest squirrel on earth. Tammy: Super powered? Jeanette: Dont you know? Tammy: Know what? Jeanette: Look, I'll give you his medical file to study up, but for now lets say that he's augmented enough to take on this whole crew hand to hand and beat them all. Fernando: Those days are gone Jeanette. I'm no longer the super squirrel that I was in my youth. Jeanette: No? Sorry Tammy, but I need to prove something. Tammy: What? Jeanette takes Tammy by the wrist and throws her hard off the edge of the ship. Instinctively Fernando spins and grabs the back of her shirt, while clawing the edge of the bow with his toes, indenting the metal for a better grasp. His reaction time being less than 1/2 a second. Tammy stays quiet as she looks out on her new found view of the sea below her. Slowly, Fernando pulls and right themselves back to the deck of the ship. Jeanette: See what I mean? Tammy (in a nervous but relieved voice): Yeah, I see... what you... mean... Fernando: That was uncalled for Jeanette. Jeanette: It was, Fernando. You needed a reminder of that. Now I'm asking of you, to give back that trust that I have given you as your rescue partner. Do I have it? Fernando: On two condictions. Jeanette: No condictions. Fernando: Then you wont get it. Jeanette: Why must I give in so much- OK, what are the condictions. Fernando: 1) You take over as leader, and have Tammy with us. Tammy: I told you I'm not going. Fernando: Bink Is Back With The Others, darn It! Jeanette: OK, whats, 2? Fernando: You fly the Lear back to Milan. Jeanette: I dont fly anymore. Fernando: You have to get beyond that fear. Just like you do to me about my problems, I get on yours. Tammy: If I did not know better, I'd swear you two act like you're married. Jeanette: We're worse than married. We're Rescue Mission Team Partners. Fernando: You're still flying. Jeanette: No, I'm Not... ... .. . -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo left to do his work he listen to the girls talk, via a hidden mic. "Well, Rico is close by, I know, but getting Triela and Olga will be trouble some." said Bink. "I heard Olga is been captured, so we will need Rico's help." Claes said. "And we need Olga to talk Triela into coming with us." Bink said. "but it will take hours to get them. We'll just leave Hondo a note." "Nobody's leaving Hondo a note!" Hondo growled. The girls spun around, pistols in hand. Hondo had turned around an came back as soon as he realized what was going on, and, being lost in thought, neither of the girls heard him answer the door. "You might as well shoot! Not tellin' me all this definitely is like shootin' me in the back!" Hondo said as he shut the door and sat in a chair in front of them and gazed between the two with a look of steal. They holstered their pistols and and sat down again, they looked at the floor. "Sorry." They said together. "Why in tarnation didn't you two tell me, before I left to sign my own death note. . . Don't tell me. . . You thought I would say no, eh?" "Yes." Bink said. "We didn't mean to put you in danger." "It is amazing. Two girls as smart as you two, who have proved you can think for yourself, how could you. . . oh never mind. Ok change of plan. You two get Rico and meet me at copter I will have Angelica. Then after you all get to saft I will work on gettin' Olga out. DANG! I could use a good blind Flyin' squirrel, But I'll make do. You two ready?" Hondo said. "Yes Sir!" They said. "right, and do not call me sir. Makes me feel . . . old. Let move out than, and oh, by the way. Promise me you two will let me know first next time." "We promise." They said together. "Alrighty, then. Let's get this wagon train a movin'!"Hondo said "What wagon train?" asked Bink. "just an expression, kid. Let move, now!" Hondo said as they moved quickly out the door to do their separate tasks. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Alex II was in the US Emesbey Jail cell with the UN Invesagators Alex II: Ok Asking you this Witch one of you is Olga so if one of you Olga plessee step forward before we get the Intaragation started Razale: Yes the UN, US Army and Italan guard are looking for anymore Criminals and Accomples also we are Finding Section 2 too and we did caught them also taking there data out to find out if they have more 10 year old agents too Thank you mr. Presedent * John Mouse a Pope the new Presedent of Italy was talking to Presedent George Mouse John: I like to thank you for getting rid the SWA and Government Coruption tooo ok Mr. Presedent thanks also I will send my Italy Navy force to help your Navy find your Rouge Admarle too thanks. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo places a few explosives around the Hospital, but not in the Hospital itself. He saw walked behind the Girls a good ways off until they were out of the open, then continued his work. Hondo set most of the charges to go off at a single frequency, but a few a a different one to insure he got out with the ambulance. They had lost time earlier so the girls only had 1 hour and 45 minutes to do their work. Hondo finished up with an hour left. He when to find info on Angelica. *I need another easy disguise.* He thought.*Ah,ha!* Hondo spied an unused lab coat hanging in a locker room and slipped it over his EMT uniform. With that he went to the nurses station to get the info. He found it fast and nobody noticed him as other sifts, who never usually worked together, were still there as there were not enough staffed per shift to handle this crisis. After Hondo gathered the info he 'borrowed some meds and equipment they might need, until help arrived. He stashed them aboard the copter, using the excuse to the guards that he was restocking the supplies on board. *dumb guard. never teach 'um what they really need to know. staff never resupplies copters.* Hondo thought as he returned to the fith floor and Angelica's room. He read over her charts again as he walked, *This poor kid needs help bad! I'm afraid I'll lose her without medical help, but the other girls will not leave without her.* Hondo walked to a medical cart and pulled out a heavy sedation med. *good thing she has an I.V.* He thought. He injected the med into the I.V. tube without a problem as Angelica was sleeping, but things were going to smooth. "Excuse me, sir. What are you doing?" an extremely U.S. type southern accent asked. *man, that voice is familiar, but who?* Hondo thought. he had a gun in his right pocket, so he turned around toward the left to hide the movement of his hand that was grabbing the gun. He turned with gun in hand. A very familiar Red headed mouse stood in front of Hondo. She dropped what she had in her hand and gasped. "Hondo!" She squeaked. "Step in, Red, and shut that door quietly!" Hondo hissed. The frightened nurse did as she was told. "What are you doing here!" she demanded. "Isn't it obvious!" He snapped. " But why. . ." She started. "Don't start that ' of all the Hospitals in all the world' junk." He said. "You still are mad at me." She stated. "Well, Red, You don't forget a heart break that easily, especially one that betrays you to his worst enemy, has his family taken prisoner to make him hand himself over, and when he does, he finds out that the one he though was his girl, did the Judas thing then becomes that creeps Girl friend!" Hondo snarled. "You know I did it to save my brother. We were friends! why can't we get that behind us.I apologized!" Red said. "We were more than friends, once. never again, Red. I don't trust you, but I need help, and you have seen me." Hondo said. "Help?" Red asked. "Yes, I am takin' this little gal with me, and I need you to keep her alive." Hondo said. "She is on no condition to be moved. you can't take her! I'm getting security!" Red said and turned toward the door. she stopped suddenly as Hondo cocked his .50 cal. Dragoon. "To many lost there lives last time because of you. I have no qualms about blowin' you away. you will go and help, or got to a lot hotter place!" Hondo said. She turned and looked at Hondo with tears in her eyes. *The shame I have brought myself. I can not even run from it by leaving the U.S. It followed me in the form I most feared.* She thought. She looked back at the floor and walked over to the sleeping girl and prepared her to leave. "I hope the other girls are doin' alright." Hondo thought out loud. "What other girls?" Red asked. "You'll find out soon enough. just keep quiet. You think I am mean. They will shoot you if you look at then sideways and they take it wrong." Hondo said and turned to the window. Bink and Claes had it easy. Rico's handle had left her at an abandoned apartment to go get food and other supplies before moving out to a better hiding spot a lot further away. Talking her into joining them was a snap, getting her to help sub do her handle was not. finally they convince her if they did not tranqu. her handler, he handler and herself would be killed, but if she was gone her handle could escape easier and they would have no evidence to hold her handle on charges until after her handler had made it out of the country. Rico finally gave in to that, but only if she could write a coded note to her handler explaining why she lsft and the uslesness of following. *I hope her handler takes her note to heart.* Bink thought. *for all of our sakes.* The handler came back and they all jump him as soon as he entered the door. He had no time to react. Bink had the Handler out with a tranqu. pen. and was ready to leave in seconds. Rico put the note in her handlers pocket. "Thank you for taking care of me, but it is time I go, time for all of us to go, and try to live normal lives." She whispered with tears in her eyes. She grabbed her own pistol and ran to the other two who were waiting for her. "We don't have much time left! we have to get the guartds at the helo pad before Hondo gats out!" Claes said. There were only three guard there when they arrived. Claes gave Rico a pen/dart and then the three of them split up. The guards were night blind from the helo pad lights so they did not see the three girls sneak up behind them, but it would have mattered little as they saw nothing for several hours after. together they drug the three unconcious guard off into the shadows and waited for Hondo, but they did not wait long. For Hondo and a red headed nurse soon were seen making their way to the pad. Hondo turned from his vigil at the window and said, "It's time." He then threw off the lab coat, so his EMT uniform showed again. He helped Red get her onto the copter transport cot and strapped her down. "One false move from you, Red, and I promise you that you'll be dead before me." Hondo said. Red just nodded and cleaned her face, to not show the tears. "What will you do with me after?" She asked. "If you promise to behave, I'll just have most of the details of this excursion erased from your mind and will turn you lose. all you will 'think' that you remember is that you were kidnapped by Terrorists, then set free after they realized you were of little use to them." Hondo said. "I'll be good. I promise." Red said. "Just like you promised to always be there for me?" Hondo asked. "your word better mean a whole lot more now than they did then." Hondo signaled for her to get moving. they moved out to the helo pad without any problem. as they approached the helicopter Hondo saw the girls approaching. *right on time.* He thought. *now for the hard part.* (to be continued) -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - While Fernando and the ladies discussed their plans, Fernando laptop recieves a strange text message with a video clip attachment. The video clip was from the security cam, showing the Admiral's jail from several angles. It also shows how he escaped. Another messgae arrives, Alex II has managed to separate Olga from the others. Meanwhile he argues with the UN Investigators. UN Investigator: That last woman you have in the separate cell, we want to talk to her. Alex II: You cant. UN Investigator: Why not? Alex II: She's already been interogated and it turns out that she is not involved with this. She's going to be released soon. UN Investigator: We'll be the judge of that. Alex II hands the UN Investigator a folder. Alex II: Here's the transcript of her interogation. Believe me, she knows nothing. The UN Investigator looks at the folder, flipping through the pages fast. Alex II: I told you there was nothing of interest there. UN Investigator: She does not leave until we finish with what we're doing here. Alex II walks away to a nearby desk and sits on its ledge, crossing his arms, staring down at the UN Investigator. Back at the ship, Chip, Dale and the others find Jeanette with Tammy in deep discussion with Fernando about the mission. They approach them quickly but quietly. [quote="a few seconds ago"] Fernando: You're still flying. Jeanette: No I'm Not... ... .. . [/quote] Chip: About time somebody had the acorns to challenge your self dellusioned authority in this mission. Fernando (to Jeanette): Maybe you should toss him over the edge... Monty (walking right up to Fernando with his finger pointing at this Fernando's face): Listen here Pally... AH! LET GO OV ME FINGER! Fernando grabs Monty's finger and bent it back over and against his wrist. Monty yells in pain and kneels before the almighty Fernando. Chip starts rolling up his sleeve and clenching his fists. Gadget: Chip, dont! Chip: Just because he's a rodent that can fly, he thinks he can push his elitist bull on the rest of us? No, I'm going to teach him a lesson! Fernando lets go of Monthy after he thinks he had enough. Monty curls up into a ball holding his injured finger between his legs. Fernando: Dont ever approach me with hostile intent, Mr. Jack... (then he turns to Chip) As for you Mr. Munk, I'm not elists because of my flying capabilities. I'm elitist because of my experience. Chip: Yeah right, I know a braggart when I hear one. Fernando: Its about time I've done this... Fernando walks right up to Chip, keeping an arm's length away while taking off his EMT Jacket. Once in front of Chip, he gives the jacket a very hard shake. Little deformed bits of metal fall onto the floor. Most made up of lead, some were copper covered. Gadget and the others dive onto them and examine them. Dale: What are these? Fernando reaches over to Chip, but his hand under his jacket, spreading out the material, showing off a dent in it. Fernando: Care to guess what they are? Gadget: They appear to be bullet fragments. Fernando: Thats one reason why I did not want you in Milan. Chip: Whats the other? Fernando: Your little pointy tail is worth about $100,000USD. Chip: What? Fernando: Both the Italian government and the terrorists have put a price on all our heads, and there is a lot of idiots who either want the money or to make a name for themselves who are willing to collect on that cash. Chip: I dont believe you. Tammy: He's right, Chip. Dale: Where did the bullets came from? Tammy: Recusing me. Gadget: You? Tammy: We got separated, and I was captured. Later that night, Fernando came to rescue me, but there was a lot of gunfire involved. I thought he wasn't hit, but I guess wrong and now know better. Jeanette: Super Squirrel does it again... Fernando: Jeanette... Jeanette: It true... How many times you got hit? Dale (Interupting Jeanette): I count 27 bullets here... Jeanette: Each time you got hit, it was like getting hit with a full swing from a baseball bat. So the klevar lining stopped the bullets from penetrating, you still have the shockwave hitting you hard!... 27 times... Fernando: Try about 11 or 12. Each fragment you count is part of another fragment. As for you Chip, neither of any of the CD/RRs wants to wear the equipment I hand out, use the guns I distributed, or care to follow my orders. You're great for logistics and intell gathering but not for an actual rescue. This is not Nimul's garbage tech we're dealing with. As for you Jeanette- when you're high on adrenaline, you dont feel the pain. Jeanette: Hmph! Chip: We have our ways of doing things... A voice from behind speaks out. Voice from behind: Those ways would have gotten the lot of you captured or killed. There can only be one leader in a mission, and I'll give Fernando that respect. Chip: Figures that you got the captain of this ship on your side, Fernando. Captain RR: Fernando does not 'got me on his side', as you would say, Chip. You just better understand that there are forces in this world bigger than yourself. If you dont like it, you can turn in your hat and coat and go back into the wild begging for peanuts from humans. Fernando (as he starts to walk away): The next time some cafe friend ask for help in getting a family member rescued, I'm going to tell them to go screw themselves into a knothole... Right now both Bink and Claes are in Milan; how they got off this ship is beyond me. He manages to get some considerable distance away from them, Tammy turns around and trots over to Fernando. Tammy (before going): Now you see what you guys have done? (as she runs to Fernando): Fernando! Wait! But Fernando does not, he just keeps on going. In the cover of darkness, he goes through one of everal open doorways and quickly down a flight of stairs to the hangar bay. He sees several mechanics looking over the learjets, and walks over to them. Fernando: When do you think it will be ready? One of the mechanics: For what? Fernando: To take off from the deck? Mechanic: These birds are not build to take off from deck. Fernando walks under to inspect their work, and then grabs a wrench and starts to points out a few things. Fernando: Reinforce the landing strut here, here and here. Then add 4 JATOs at the base of the tail, here and 2 each on the jet pods there and there. Now, I want this bird ready to fly and on the deck for launch by 0600 hours! Another Mechanic: But that only gives us 3 hours! Fernando: I dont care how it gets done, get it done! First Mechanic: You're not our captain, you cant order us around. A voice from beind speaks, its Captain RangerReady (again). Captain: But I am. Now you heard the man, he wants it done by 0600 hours- it better be completed and inspected by 0530. First Mechanic: Aye, Aye, Sir! Hal, Get the others to help, we got a lot of work to do here! The mecahnics start to scurry about, gathering tools and materials to do their work on the LearJet. Captain (To Fernando): Where did you learn about airplane mechanics? Fernando: I learned a little of everything in high school and in life in general. Captain: I see. Just do me a favor- dont boss my crew around. Thats my job. Fernando: I'll be more diligent about it, sir. Captain: Good... now get out of my hangar bay before I decide to be not so nice with you! Fernando: Alright, I'm out, I'm leaving, I'm walking out the door... After Fernando leaves, Captain RangerReadywalks over to his bridge. He silently walks over to his chief of security and whispers into his ear. As he wispers, the security chief's eye grow wide in disbelief. Captain (whispering to his security officer): I want to you explain to me how 2 little girls could have gotten off this ship and take a docking transport back to Italy... I told you I wanted this ship secured, and if your men cant seem to keep two little girls from leaving, then perhaps I should switch your crew with the Kitchen Police! Security Chief: I'll get on it right away, sir. I'll repremand those involved! Captain (almost yelling): YOU BETTER! The Security Chief runs out of the bridge and starts investigating the incident. Back in Fernando's room, Fernando receives the text message, and plays the video in an endless loop. Fernando says to himself: Figures the admiral would be a cyborg. These idiots cant understand that they cant take a new technology and use it as a toy for themselves. Well... this just adds to the problems we have, and looks like we have to deal with it again. Voice at his door: You know you upset Tammy a lot. Fernando: Who cares, Jeanette. Really. Jeanette: It seems that you do. Fernando: I only do when people see that the work needed to be done was done, and dont question as to how it was done. You and I give our best, and for what? To be interogated by a bunch of wanna bes? They can go 'F' themselves, I swear. Jeanette: I think you're missing the point, Fernando. Fernando: And what point would that be? Jeanette: They are threatened by your abilities, and how you get the job done, your moral standings and ethics behind them... Fernando: So maybe I should start demanding intimate favors of interpersonal activities as payment for each rescue that I do... Jeanette: Do that, and you and I are through as Medical Rescue Partners. Fernando: Then what is it? Jeanette: You know what I already told you. Fernando: I'm not going to disclose my Cloak & Dagger past. You knowing of what I did in those days, if word ever got out that you do know, puts you as a target to many out there who wants those secrets. Jeanette: Those secrets are over a generation old, Fernando. What do they value do they hold to today? Fernando: Oh really? Fernando starts typing on his keyboard. After 5 minutes, the ship starts ringing bells and whisitles, with orders demanding closed quarters. A security gaurd runs by Fernando's open doorway and slams it shut, locking it. Jeanette: What is going on? Fernando: The ship picked up a nuclear missile on radar travelling at Mach 4, which is targetted to the ship itself. Jeanette: AND HOW CAN YOU STAY CALM IN A TIME LIKE THIS! Fernando: See you in heaven, Love... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BOOM... Jeanette looks at Fernando as the outside of the ship seems to have quieted down. Fernando: As you were saying? These secrets are as valueable today as they were 25 years ago. And that was only one of them, I have thousands more. Jeanette: You put the ship into a panick? Fernando: You want me to do it again? Jeanette: No... Fernando: Understand, Love, that you knowing that I know certain things makes you a bigger target than most. I need you to be at my side when needed, and be able to go beyond your fears to do the things that are needed to be done. Do you understand that? Jeanette: It is just that those things hard to do. Fernando: So, you go through some discomfort. But in the end, you were able to do it. Look, despite your fear of flying, you help me fly a 737BBJ to Milan. As far as I seen, you were not in any discomfort at all. Now I need you to do this on your own, because I have other things to take care off... Jeanette: Like what? Fernando moves the laptop for her to see the screen: This. Jeanette sees the video of the admiral's escape, as taken by the security cameras. He grabs at the bars and bends and rips them off his cage. Along the way, he kills several military security officers who there to keep an eye on him. Jeanette: What the... Not even you cant match your strength with that! Fernando: He's a cyborg, Jeanette, just like the little girls we are rescuing. And no, I cant match my strength against his, but at least I have brains and training, and I hope thats more then enough. Jeanette: He'll kill you... Feranndo: If he does, it was nice knowing you, Jeanette. I just want you to go do what I ask, and finish the rescue of the other girls. You know them better than I do, thats why I'm putting you in charge, and need you to pilot the plane to get them. Jeanette: I dont like to fly, Fernando. You know that. Fernando: Look, Jeanette, go beyond the fear, and use the options that you have. Be a leader, I've seen you do it before, I need you to do it again. Jeanette: And where will you be? In case I need you? Fernando: Until the admiral and I meet up, I'll be near by... But I need you to grow some acorns... Jeanette: You mean... a certain part of the male reproductive organs. Fernando: You know it cant be said, but you must. Jeanette: How about you fly with DOS, and I be a passenger. Fernando: And who is going to fly back, because I wont be there. Jeanette: I figure it out when we get to that point. Fernando: Dont stand around figuring, just do. Jeanette: Fernando? Fernando: What? Jeanette: I dont know how to say this... Fernando: Just say it. Jeanette: Since you made me leader... I'm ordering you to not die on this mission. Understand that? Fernando: You're ordering me... Jeanette: Yes I am. And you better uphold that order to the best of your ability. Fernando: And if I cant? Jeanette: Well, a lot of people are going to be upset with you if you dont. Fernando: I see. Looks like I have to do my best here, then. Jeanette: Like you tell me so often- dont think, just do. Look.. I'll see you later. You better be ready. Fernando: Aye, aye... ma'am. Jeanette: Thats sir- to you. Jeanette unlocks the door and walks away. In the next couple of hours, the third part of the mission will begin, if there are no interuptions. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - "She's got a point." said Fernando's laptop, suddenly. Fernando eyed the laptop. "How long have you been listening?" "Ever since your trick with the radar. I've got monitoring programs set up to watch for that sort of thing." replied the AI. "If you intend going up against a cyborg admiral, though, I believe I can be of some aid. I'm a lot harder to kill than a pure organic life form, and I think that you've gone beyond the point where me hanging around here pretending to be you is at all useful." "You - broke into - Rachel!" "Who's Rachel?" "The laptop!" "Ah. Well, yes, I had to see who was messing with the Enterprise's radar systems..." -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - ALex II calling Fernando "HAy Nando it Alex II got a problem the UN Inpesctor still want to talk Oga also I can't take her now until lhis Invesagetion is Done so how long you be here before you go on the mission? *He was calling on is sucured Cell phone since the UN Inspector can't hear him * Italian Forces looking for the Admarial * Italy Police and Millitary looking for the ones put on the hit on them too so they can get rid of it - - - - - Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - As Hondo got the girls aboard the copter and got red situated by Angelica he handed Bink a note. the note contained directions to the hideout and what to do with the copter. Bink hopped in pilot seat and started the engine, Rico was copilot, and Claes guarded Red to make sure she took care of Angelica. "Take off!" Hondo yelled as he jumped on the landing gear and held on to the door. Sirens went off as the hospital security realized that the copter was being 'borrowed'. As they rose into the air security guards and police ran out to the helo pad and fired at them. they were bad shots and the copter was rising too hight to be a good target. As the copter headed out, Hondo hit a button on the remote in his pocket that set off most of the charges. "Head toward the air port!" Hondo shouted. Bink swung the craft at the air port where many fighter craft were busy getting ready to take off and hunt the copter. When they got close enough Hondo hit another button on the remote that set off all the airport charges, including the ones that were attached to the nose gear of the fighters. "Head back." Hondo yelled to Bink. She gave him a weird look but did as he ordered. As they flew back an unexpected copter flew at them. "Keep at them." Hondo yelled. Bink stone-facedly kept going strait at the craft. When we get close spin 90 degrees." Hondo yelled. Hondo pulled out his .50 cal dragoon and cocked it. When they got close they saw the machine guns in the copter ready to fire on them. *bounty hunters.* Hondo thought. *but not for long.* (To be continued) -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando sends a message to CCC: Code: Jeanette may have a point, but the admiral is over 67 years old. Though most in their mid 60's can be strong and vigor, the Admiral is a thin scrappy kind of guy, and had health issues in his early 50's. I believe that at the time, the Admiral used the cybernetics to augment and lengthen his life and not his capabilities. Once after the cybernetics were installed, they were eventually upgraded for strength and ability. I doubt you can find the files to his cybernetics and their eventual upgrades. Strapulate from that is witnessed in the video what those augmentations could be by cross referencing Grey's Anatomy ( http://www.bartleby.com/107/ ) for the norm, with today's technological advancements from medical university records and research (secret and otherwise). When you're done, get to the Enterprise by any means neccessary. The sooner you can bring your rivietted tail to the Deck of the Enterprise, the better. Even if you have to conduct the research enroute. We'll discuss stradegies when you arrive. Fernando then answers Alex II's call. Fernando: Yes, I understand the situation. Keep stalling them until they get fed up and leave when they receive new orders. I'll see what I can do from here. Alex II: I'll my best. Fernando: I expect nothing less. See you later! Alex II: See you. Fernando goes to his laptop and start typing into the UN Computer Network, making a few modifications of Italian Investigators' orders, and releasing Olga to Alex II. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Fernando: Those days are gone Jeanette. I'm no longer the super squirrel that I was in my youth. Jeanette: No? Sorry Tammy, but I need to prove something. Tammy: What? Jeanette takes Tammy by the wrist and throws her hard off the edge of the ship. Instinctively Fernando spins and grabs the back of her shirt, while clawing the edge of the bow with his toes, indenting the metal for a better grasp. His reaction time being less than 1/2 a second. Tammy stays quiet as she looks out on her new found view of the sea below her. Slowly, Fernando pulls and right themselves back to the deck of the ship. Jeanette: See what I mean? Tammy (in a nervous but relieved voice): Yeah, I see... what you... mean... Fernando: That was uncalled for Jeanette. Jeanette: It was, Fernando. You needed a reminder of that. Now I'm asking of you, to give back that trust that I have given you as your rescue partner. Do I have it? Fernando: On two condictions. Jeanette: No condictions. Fernando: Then you wont get it. Jeanette: Why must I give in so much- OK, what are the condictions. Fernando: 1) You take over as leader, and have Tammy with us. Tammy: I told you I'm not going. Fernando: Bink Is Back With The Others, darn It! Jeanette: OK, whats, 2? Fernando: You fly the Lear back to Milan. Jeanette: I dont fly anymore. Fernando: You have to get beyond that fear. Just like you do to me about my problems, I get on yours. Tammy: If I did not know better, I'd swear you two act like you're married. Jeanette: We're worse than married. We're Rescue Mission Team Partners. Fernando: You're still flying. Jeanette: No, I'm Not. [\quote] Fernando! What have I told you about writing me out of character? Fix this piece of trash! You are accurate in that I will not fly. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote] ...And? ...And it was too late. The tiger ate them both and HE lived happily ever after. [\quote] Image - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Define: "JeanetteIsabelle Out Of Character" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Better yet, as I stated, you're now in control of this mission. You're in control of how it flows. I did my best to keep everyone from Deus Ex Machina the story. My next post will be my writing myself out of the story, and I'll think about resigning from the cafe entirely. Anybody wants to see me, I'll be in my chat. -------------------------------------------------- Last edited by Fernando on Sun Jul 22, 2007 8:55 pm, edited 1 time in total. Midnight Man - - - - - Midnight is fast asleep in his cabin on board of the USS Enterprise when RangerReady's voice coming from a speaker wakes him up, calling his name. "Midnight! Midnight!" Still half asleep, the mouse heaves himself out of bed to answer the call. "Yeah, okay, I'm awake. What's up?" "I've got order to evacuate everyone who's not important for our mission right now from the ship." "Which means you want me to leave right now, right?" "Not only that, I've got a special mission for you. Remember the silver Mustang?" "How could I ever forget that bird?" "It's ready to fly again according to the mechanics, and I'd like you to fly it away from here as soon as possible. Get dressed and to the hangar, further instructions will follow on the plane's radio." "I'm on my way." Midnight quickly puts on his day clothes, takes his stuff, including his three guns, and leaves his room, heading for the hangar where he arrives a few minutes later. He is about to load his stuff into the Mustang's narrow cockpit when something strikes him. Looking behind the seat, he discovers packets of what looks like explosives. "Midnight, you're there?" the radio comes alive. "Yes," he replies, "but your team has forgotten some explosives in the plane." "Actually," RangerReady explains, "they haven't removed anything. In our current situation, we can't afford having them on board this ship." "And now you expect me to fly this bomb with wings to somewhere where it can't harm your ship?" "Basically, yes. One unfortunate hit, and this thing would tear the Enterprise in half or even more fragments. Of course, once the danger's over again, I'll ask you to come back. Now get her to the elevator." The size of said elevator amazes Midnight. A P-51D Mustang with fixed wings fits onto it easily. But he knew that the ship was home for two of its own Mustangs. As soon as the vintage aircraft has reached the flight deck, he climbs into the cockpit and starts up the Merlin V12 mill to move the old bird into position. All the way up he has thought about where to keep it until the danger is over, then he has got an idea. "RangerReady, can you get me a route through French, and if that's not possible, international airspace to Propriano, Corsica?" "Midnight, it's the darkest night there, and the Propriano airfield is lacking lighting aids! Why there of all airfields around us?" "First, Corsica is French. Which means that whoever might try to attack me would have to attack France and risk a war. Second, it's on the western side of the island. Makes naval attacks harder unless they com from Sardinia. Third, it's a small airfield rather than an international airport like Ajaccio or Bastia. And fourth, I can see quite well in the dark, don't worry." For a moment, the radio remained silent. Then the reply came. "Roger, it'll be Propriano then. Good luck." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando accesses his laptop and connects to his chronoserver at his place. He activates a time portal to teleport himself home. After a couple of hours of tracking the whereabouts Admiral Donnelly. Somehow he finds the Admiral on the deck of the Carolina. Tracking him on the chrono server, Fernando goes into his weapons room, digging out a 16th century Samuri Blade given to him by he emperor as a gift in return for a favor. All others items he leave behind; just shirt on his back and the pants on his rear end. With a few keystrokes, he teleports himself onto the deck of the Carolina. Fernando: DONELLY! I'M HERE FOR YOU! From above in the radio room both the captain and the admiral stepped out and look down at Fernando on the deck of the Carolina, armed only with a samuri blade. He was surrounded by several armed guards with their rifles pointed at him. Captain of the Carolina: Shall I have him shot? Adm. Donelly: No, I'll take care of him myself. Captain of the Carolina: Alright, I'll have an es... Admiral Donelly leaps off the balconey of the Radio room and down 90-some feet to the deck below. He lands hard, leaving a large dent on the deck where he landed. Adm Donelly: I dont know how you got here Lone Squirrel, but here I am. The Admiral reaches behind and takes a machine gun from the guard. He quickly turns to Fernando and starts firing. After the smoke clears, all that can be seen is the samuri blade standing on it end, its tip embedded on the wooden deck of the ship. Before the Admiral can turn around, Fernando comes from above with an aerial round house kick to his jaw. The Admiral staggers back, and Fernando somersults to his blade, hopping off the deck railing and flying back to the Admiral, Fernando has his blade over his back for the kill. The Admiral shakes off the blow, aiming the gun randomly in front of him. He pulls the trigger, hitting Fernando several times across his mid section. Clenching his abdominal musles tight, Feranndo does his best to hold back the pain just a couple of seconds, sending his blade onto the right base of the shoulder and down 1/2 way across to the left of his chest, slicing through the spinal cord, Aorta, heart and lungs. Some the admiral grabs onto Fernando's throat and clutches at it tightly in a death grip. As he dies, Fernando drags his limp body to the deck railing of the ship and lifts his body over. Heavy with Cybernetics, The admiral's dead weight pulls against Fernando. Fernando fights back hard to get the body off him, but loses his balance. They both go into the waters of the Atlantic. The admiral's heavy cybernetics drag them both to the bottom of the Mariana's Trench. After almost 1/2 an hour, nobody on the Carolina sees either of them two surface. This ends Fernando's role in Gunslinger Bink. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Razale Came to Alex II give him a note ’ÄúBad news Fernando Died he took Admaral with him so You In charge now Take Oga with you get the kids then Pick up Tammy then Take theme out of Italy Back to NY anyway nescary also your men will Acompley Captian Ranger Ready and Midnight too Alex II: OK I will I will do it For Fernando Razale: Good Get Every weapon you need Alex II: Right *To the UN Inspector* ’ÄúI AM In charge now Oga is with me the mean with yours and if you interfear with the CIA I will talk to the UN about you got it UN Inspector: SURe Sir Alex II: Good *Then he open Olga cell as she step out* Olga: Were we going Alex II: You in my coustedey we getting the girls Hondo will meet us at the Revedwen point *Then getting every weapons he need also Get the Streach Hummer as he putting the Weapons into the back then he and Olga get into the hummer then drove off also calling Hondo ’ÄúHondo Bad news Fernando is Dead sorry to tell you this so I am in Charge now I am going to Send two US Air Force Jets to Interspect the Bountey Hunters Choper then you need to meet us at the meeting point at Ce Deuew Next Near the Hotel were Tammy is then we getting her too we will leve in my CIA Selth Jet back to New York ok so meet us there * Then Two Air Force Jets were called by Alex II as they Intercepet the Bounter hunters jet and blast them too as giving Hondo a Clear shot to the meeting point - - - - - Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo smiles as the bounty hunters copter is blown to smithereens. "One more point for us you SOB's!!!" Hondo shouts. "Ok, Bink nwe are close to where I left the pick-up. Get down to 25 feet." Bink pulled the craft down to a hover. "Tell Alex II we still need to get Triela. I'll work on that. If they don't get you home and leave you alone, I'll come for all of you. I don't trust the CIA very far. Fernando was the only one I trusted. I'll miss him, But I believe he is not dead. He will never show himself unless he is needed. I respected him and was privileged to fight side by side with one of the greatest lose cannons of all times. Remember that. I will try to stay alive, but no promises." said hondo with a straight face. He then smiled and patted Bink on the arm. "You be good, all of you, for me. Make sure the CIA lets Red go after an information alter. Now get to that meeting point. They know how to reach me if they need me." With that Hondo jumped from the craft and disapeared into the dark. The girls left him and made it to the meeting point. Hondo got to the truck and raced to the ambulance, that he had hidden earlier. He change back into his black hat and duster, turned on cloaking device aboard the ambulance and drove off to regroup and rest. He did not return to the hideout. He knew the CIA would look for him there. *for Fernando, I will finish.* He thought. *I just wish he was here. That J.I.! If not for her he would not have taken that chance* Hondo looked in the rear view mirror at the city of Milan. *I'll be back.* He though. I still have a girl to save and a jet to retrieve, that has my copter aboard!* -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - Lieutenant Commander Amanda Hasegawa's report of Fernando's death saddened Eddie. The fox had looked up to the squirrel in matters of espionage, and considered him a good mentor and leader. "He was a good man," Eddie commented. It would be interesting to try ad deprogram the girls now, without his help. But there was little time to dwell on that now. The matter of the USS North Carolina still had to be dealt with. Her captain was still locked in the ship's CIC and refusing to come out, even after hearing news of Admiral Donnelly's death. That was somewhat understandable, of course, since Captain Thorpe was going to be charged with treason. The matter was further complicated by the fact that the Texas and her battle group couldn't leave station: there was still a rescue mission going on in Italy. And though the CIA didn't like it, Texas had been authorized by the Pentagon to assist in the operation. So instead, the loyal crewmen on Carolina were steaming towards the Mediterranean at a steady 20 knots. In addition, the USS Montana, Texas's sister ship, was steaming up from the Persian Gulf through the Suez Canal. However, she would not arrive for another day, since passage through the canal was limited to 8 knots. Once she arrived, Montana would be able to augment Texas's firepower, and allow the battle group to more readily deal with any trouble from North Carolina. Eddie did not expect much trouble from the commandeered battleship, since her fighting ability had been all bun neutralized. All that her traitorous captain could control directly from the CIC was her missiles, and Ms. Hasegawa was already on her way to making sure that those would be cut off, too. So it was yet again that Eddie found himself in a waiting game. He could do nothing to help Hondo on his rescue mission; gunfire from the giant battleship would only exacerbate the situation. He did not know if there were further rogue Navy ships out there, waiting to pounce on Enterprise, so he could not leave to go challenge North Carolina directly. Once again, the vulpine captain found himself up on the conning bridge, on the 09 level, staring out across the Mediterranean Sea at the coast of Italy. He looked over to Enterprise. Midnight was getting ready to fly the explosive laden Italian P-51D off of the carrier. Eddie wished him the best of luck. There goes a guy with some serious guts, he mused. As he looked across the battle group that surrounded the battleship, Eddie thought he saw a figure sitting atop the USS San Jacinto's flag bridge. Evidently I'm not the only one who needs a quiet place to think once in a while, he thought. The droning of a propeller brought Eddie's attention back to Enterprise as Midnight took off from the deck. The vintage warbird was catapulted off the carrier's deck and into the air. Midnight turned the plane away from the battle group and flew off to the west, towards Corsica. Eddie saluted the plane quickly as it flew by, and then went back inside Texas's conning tower. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] *for Fernando, I will finish.* He thought. *I just wish he was here. That J.I.! If not for her he would not have taken that chance* Wait just one, cotton-picking minute. Don't you dare pin this one on me. I understand you have been through stuff, so has Fernando, so have I. Fernando may have been through more stuff than you and I pout together and this is from someone who was in a psychiatric hospital a couple of years ago. Nevertheless, Fernando knows better than to drop me from the sky, have me fly a plane, remove his glasses or put Tammy's life in danger; he did so anyhow. [\quote] I did not see this earlier; you are pouring yourself into this. So am I and so are others. Fernando is not seeing this. I appreciate you doing so. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] *for Fernando, I will finish.* He thought. *I just wish he was here. That J.I.! If not for her he would not have taken that chance* Wait just one, cotton-picking minute. Don't you dare pin this one on me. I understand you have been through stuff, so has Fernando, so have I. Fernando may have been through more stuff than you and I pout together and this is from someone who was in a psychiatric hospital a couple of years ago. Nevertheless, Fernando knows better than to drop me from the sky, have me fly a plane, remove his glasses or put Tammy's life in danger; he did so anyhow. [\quote] [\quote] I appreciate your comment. I don't know who's right or wrong. i live my days one at a time. If I live through them I say, "Lord, I thank you for another day that I can use for you to help others" and if I do not live I can thank the Lord face to face. I believe we have done well. I don't want to see folks broken up over this. I would take a bullet and/or a beatin' before I would see others broken up over stuff like this. Hondo P.S. I would like to see Fernando reconciled and back with us to the finish. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo hid the ambulance well. *even Fernando could not find me.* he thought.*I got to quit dwellin' on that.* He looked over his HQ/home/vehicle. *an ambulance. I am stuck in this country with a girl to save and a price on my head and I'm in a souped up ambulance.* He sat down on the ground and laughed. He laughed until tears came out of his eyes and continued to laugh until he could laugh no more. * I haven't slept in days, have no food, low on ammo, have a price on my head, our leader just got 86ed, the CIA now wants me out of here, and I have a job to finish in a country I am not familiar with.* Hondo decided that he needed sleep first before carrying on.. He was dog tired, and wore thin. *I'm tired of waitin'.* he thought."Enough is enough! after I get some sleep, It will be a redue of High Noon. Call me Gary Cooper if ya like, but it is time for guns to be blazin'. If I go down. . .well, I'll worry 'bout that latter.* Hondo laid down in the back of the ambulance. He set the alarm and when to sleep. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - OOC: Not trying to be a killjoy or anything...really, I'm not. But technically, I was written out of character on the last page. The tone of voice that "Captain RR" took with the leader of the Rangers isn't one I'd use on a friend...especially Chip Maplewood. I respect him. Not a gripe, or a rant...just making a point. _________________ 'Croikey, she said no problems!!" TeˆÝrlach mac Donnchaidh, Ridire na Ceilteach Image Image Image Image Image Image thedisneyfan23@cs.com rangerready@rescuerangershq.com http://www.rescuerangershq.com "A prayer, it seems to me, implies a promise as well as a request; at the highest level, prayer not only is a supplication for strength and guidance, but also becomes an affirmation of life and thus a reverent praise of God." --Walt Disney RRC+ R++ P++ TH(A;X;Dr;Hu;Mu;My;R;Su) ME>! I+++ CR+ Cc++d+g!!!!m++z+t+F--- Ec++g++ D M++ Zm+ GH++ L Ge+ Pc+++!!! Justitia fortitudo mea est. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="RangerReady23"] OOC: Not trying to be a killjoy or anything...really, I'm not. But technically, I was written out of character on the last page. The tone of voice that "Captain RR" took with the leader of the Rangers isn't one I'd use on a friend...especially Chip Maplewood. I respect him. Not a gripe, or a rant...just making a point. [\quote] it is funny to hear y'all say that. you know I have not conversed with Fernando outside of this story. once or twice he had me not know somethin' I do know, but that is just somethin' he wouldn't know. For them most part he kept me very well in character. I appreciate that. how he did it , I'll never know. The sayin's my lookin' for somethin', takin' a lot of junk with me as I might needed it, the crazy glue, etc. That is me to a T. even the growlin' I'm generally a friendly person, but i will growl if it is needed friend or not. Sorry you all are upset about all that. I know Fernando did not do it a purpose. Don't hold it agin 'im. I have been blessed with a long fuse. but many I know how have been through less have a lot shorter fuse and believe you me, troubles in life do not always lead to longer fuses, just usually ones harder to start, but hit it right and boom. I'm not sayin' it's right, but it is one of those things that make us what we are. -------------------------------------------------- - - - - - -End Page 31

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:38pm Charles_Roberts - - - - - ALex II calling Fernando "HAy Nando it Alex II got a problem the UN Inpesctor still want to talk Oga also I can't take her now until lhis Invesagetion is Done so how long you be here before you go on the mission? *He was calling on is sucured Cell phone since the UN Inspector can't hear him * Italian Forces looking for the Admarial * Italy Police and Millitary looking for the ones put on the hit on them too so they can get rid of it - - - - - Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - As Hondo got the girls aboard the copter and got red situated by Angelica he handed Bink a note. the note contained directions to the hideout and what to do with the copter. Bink hopped in pilot seat and started the engine, Rico was copilot, and Claes guarded Red to make sure she took care of Angelica. "Take off!" Hondo yelled as he jumped on the landing gear and held on to the door. Sirens went off as the hospital security realized that the copter was being 'borrowed'. As they rose into the air security guards and police ran out to the helo pad and fired at them. they were bad shots and the copter was rising too hight to be a good target. As the copter headed out, Hondo hit a button on the remote in his pocket that set off most of the charges. "Head toward the air port!" Hondo shouted. Bink swung the craft at the air port where many fighter craft were busy getting ready to take off and hunt the copter. When they got close enough Hondo hit another button on the remote that set off all the airport charges, including the ones that were attached to the nose gear of the fighters. "Head back." Hondo yelled to Bink. She gave him a weird look but did as he ordered. As they flew back an unexpected copter flew at them. "Keep at them." Hondo yelled. Bink stone-facedly kept going strait at the craft. When we get close spin 90 degrees." Hondo yelled. Hondo pulled out his .50 cal dragoon and cocked it. When they got close they saw the machine guns in the copter ready to fire on them. *bounty hunters.* Hondo thought. *but not for long.* (To be continued) -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando sends a message to CCC: Code: Jeanette may have a point, but the admiral is over 67 years old. Though most in their mid 60's can be strong and vigor, the Admiral is a thin scrappy kind of guy, and had health issues in his early 50's. I believe that at the time, the Admiral used the cybernetics to augment and lengthen his life and not his capabilities. Once after the cybernetics were installed, they were eventually upgraded for strength and ability. I doubt you can find the files to his cybernetics and their eventual upgrades. Strapulate from that is witnessed in the video what those augmentations could be by cross referencing Grey's Anatomy ( http://www.bartleby.com/107/ ) for the norm, with today's technological advancements from medical university records and research (secret and otherwise). When you're done, get to the Enterprise by any means neccessary. The sooner you can bring your rivietted tail to the Deck of the Enterprise, the better. Even if you have to conduct the research enroute. We'll discuss stradegies when you arrive. Fernando then answers Alex II's call. Fernando: Yes, I understand the situation. Keep stalling them until they get fed up and leave when they receive new orders. I'll see what I can do from here. Alex II: I'll my best. Fernando: I expect nothing less. See you later! Alex II: See you. Fernando goes to his laptop and start typing into the UN Computer Network, making a few modifications of Italian Investigators' orders, and releasing Olga to Alex II. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Fernando: Those days are gone Jeanette. I'm no longer the super squirrel that I was in my youth. Jeanette: No? Sorry Tammy, but I need to prove something. Tammy: What? Jeanette takes Tammy by the wrist and throws her hard off the edge of the ship. Instinctively Fernando spins and grabs the back of her shirt, while clawing the edge of the bow with his toes, indenting the metal for a better grasp. His reaction time being less than 1/2 a second. Tammy stays quiet as she looks out on her new found view of the sea below her. Slowly, Fernando pulls and right themselves back to the deck of the ship. Jeanette: See what I mean? Tammy (in a nervous but relieved voice): Yeah, I see... what you... mean... Fernando: That was uncalled for Jeanette. Jeanette: It was, Fernando. You needed a reminder of that. Now I'm asking of you, to give back that trust that I have given you as your rescue partner. Do I have it? Fernando: On two condictions. Jeanette: No condictions. Fernando: Then you wont get it. Jeanette: Why must I give in so much- OK, what are the condictions. Fernando: 1) You take over as leader, and have Tammy with us. Tammy: I told you I'm not going. Fernando: Bink Is Back With The Others, darn It! Jeanette: OK, whats, 2? Fernando: You fly the Lear back to Milan. Jeanette: I dont fly anymore. Fernando: You have to get beyond that fear. Just like you do to me about my problems, I get on yours. Tammy: If I did not know better, I'd swear you two act like you're married. Jeanette: We're worse than married. We're Rescue Mission Team Partners. Fernando: You're still flying. Jeanette: No, I'm Not. [\quote] Fernando! What have I told you about writing me out of character? Fix this piece of trash! You are accurate in that I will not fly. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Quote: ...And? ...And it was too late. The tiger ate them both and HE lived happily ever after. Image - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Define: "JeanetteIsabelle Out Of Character" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Better yet, as I stated, you're now in control of this mission. You're in control of how it flows. I did my best to keep everyone from Deus Ex Machina the story. My next post will be my writing myself out of the story, and I'll think about resigning from the cafe entirely. Anybody wants to see me, I'll be in my chat. -------------------------------------------------- Last edited by Fernando on Sun Jul 22, 2007 8:55 pm, edited 1 time in total. Midnight Man - - - - - Midnight is fast asleep in his cabin on board of the USS Enterprise when RangerReady's voice coming from a speaker wakes him up, calling his name. "Midnight! Midnight!" Still half asleep, the mouse heaves himself out of bed to answer the call. "Yeah, okay, I'm awake. What's up?" "I've got order to evacuate everyone who's not important for our mission right now from the ship." "Which means you want me to leave right now, right?" "Not only that, I've got a special mission for you. Remember the silver Mustang?" "How could I ever forget that bird?" "It's ready to fly again according to the mechanics, and I'd like you to fly it away from here as soon as possible. Get dressed and to the hangar, further instructions will follow on the plane's radio." "I'm on my way." Midnight quickly puts on his day clothes, takes his stuff, including his three guns, and leaves his room, heading for the hangar where he arrives a few minutes later. He is about to load his stuff into the Mustang's narrow cockpit when something strikes him. Looking behind the seat, he discovers packets of what looks like explosives. "Midnight, you're there?" the radio comes alive. "Yes," he replies, "but your team has forgotten some explosives in the plane." "Actually," RangerReady explains, "they haven't removed anything. In our current situation, we can't afford having them on board this ship." "And now you expect me to fly this bomb with wings to somewhere where it can't harm your ship?" "Basically, yes. One unfortunate hit, and this thing would tear the Enterprise in half or even more fragments. Of course, once the danger's over again, I'll ask you to come back. Now get her to the elevator." The size of said elevator amazes Midnight. A P-51D Mustang with fixed wings fits onto it easily. But he knew that the ship was home for two of its own Mustangs. As soon as the vintage aircraft has reached the flight deck, he climbs into the cockpit and starts up the Merlin V12 mill to move the old bird into position. All the way up he has thought about where to keep it until the danger is over, then he has got an idea. "RangerReady, can you get me a route through French, and if that's not possible, international airspace to Propriano, Corsica?" "Midnight, it's the darkest night there, and the Propriano airfield is lacking lighting aids! Why there of all airfields around us?" "First, Corsica is French. Which means that whoever might try to attack me would have to attack France and risk a war. Second, it's on the western side of the island. Makes naval attacks harder unless they com from Sardinia. Third, it's a small airfield rather than an international airport like Ajaccio or Bastia. And fourth, I can see quite well in the dark, don't worry." For a moment, the radio remained silent. Then the reply came. "Roger, it'll be Propriano then. Good luck." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando accesses his laptop and connects to his chronoserver at his place. He activates a time portal to teleport himself home. After a couple of hours of tracking the whereabouts Admiral Donnelly. Somehow he finds the Admiral on the deck of the Carolina. Tracking him on the chrono server, Fernando goes into his weapons room, digging out a 16th century Samuri Blade given to him by he emperor as a gift in return for a favor. All others items he leave behind; just shirt on his back and the pants on his rear end. With a few keystrokes, he teleports himself onto the deck of the Carolina. Fernando: DONELLY! I'M HERE FOR YOU! From above in the radio room both the captain and the admiral stepped out and look down at Fernando on the deck of the Carolina, armed only with a samuri blade. He was surrounded by several armed guards with their rifles pointed at him. Captain of the Carolina: Shall I have him shot? Adm. Donelly: No, I'll take care of him myself. Captain of the Carolina: Alright, I'll have an es... Admiral Donelly leaps off the balconey of the Radio room and down 90-some feet to the deck below. He lands hard, leaving a large dent on the deck where he landed. Adm Donelly: I dont know how you got here Lone Squirrel, but here I am. The Admiral reaches behind and takes a machine gun from the guard. He quickly turns to Fernando and starts firing. After the smoke clears, all that can be seen is the samuri blade standing on it end, its tip embedded on the wooden deck of the ship. Before the Admiral can turn around, Fernando comes from above with an aerial round house kick to his jaw. The Admiral staggers back, and Fernando somersults to his blade, hopping off the deck railing and flying back to the Admiral, Fernando has his blade over his back for the kill. The Admiral shakes off the blow, aiming the gun randomly in front of him. He pulls the trigger, hitting Fernando several times across his mid section. Clenching his abdominal musles tight, Feranndo does his best to hold back the pain just a couple of seconds, sending his blade onto the right base of the shoulder and down 1/2 way across to the left of his chest, slicing through the spinal cord, Aorta, heart and lungs. Some the admiral grabs onto Fernando's throat and clutches at it tightly in a death grip. As he dies, Fernando drags his limp body to the deck railing of the ship and lifts his body over. Heavy with Cybernetics, The admiral's dead weight pulls against Fernando. Fernando fights back hard to get the body off him, but loses his balance. They both go into the waters of the Atlantic. The admiral's heavy cybernetics drag them both to the bottom of the Mariana's Trench. After almost 1/2 an hour, nobody on the Carolina sees either of them two surface. This ends Fernando's role in Gunslinger Bink. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Razale Came to Alex II give him a note ’ÄúBad news Fernando Died he took Admaral with him so You In charge now Take Oga with you get the kids then Pick up Tammy then Take theme out of Italy Back to NY anyway nescary also your men will Acompley Captian Ranger Ready and Midnight too Alex II: OK I will I will do it For Fernando Razale: Good Get Every weapon you need Alex II: Right *To the UN Inspector* ’ÄúI AM In charge now Oga is with me the mean with yours and if you interfear with the CIA I will talk to the UN about you got it UN Inspector: SURe Sir Alex II: Good *Then he open Olga cell as she step out* Olga: Were we going Alex II: You in my coustedey we getting the girls Hondo will meet us at the Revedwen point *Then getting every weapons he need also Get the Streach Hummer as he putting the Weapons into the back then he and Olga get into the hummer then drove off also calling Hondo ’ÄúHondo Bad news Fernando is Dead sorry to tell you this so I am in Charge now I am going to Send two US Air Force Jets to Interspect the Bountey Hunters Choper then you need to meet us at the meeting point at Ce Deuew Next Near the Hotel were Tammy is then we getting her too we will leve in my CIA Selth Jet back to New York ok so meet us there * Then Two Air Force Jets were called by Alex II as they Intercepet the Bounter hunters jet and blast them too as giving Hondo a Clear shot to the meeting point - - - - - Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo smiles as the bounty hunters copter is blown to smithereens. "One more point for us you SOB's!!!" Hondo shouts. "Ok, Bink nwe are close to where I left the pick-up. Get down to 25 feet." Bink pulled the craft down to a hover. "Tell Alex II we still need to get Triela. I'll work on that. If they don't get you home and leave you alone, I'll come for all of you. I don't trust the CIA very far. Fernando was the only one I trusted. I'll miss him, But I believe he is not dead. He will never show himself unless he is needed. I respected him and was privileged to fight side by side with one of the greatest lose cannons of all times. Remember that. I will try to stay alive, but no promises." said hondo with a straight face. He then smiled and patted Bink on the arm. "You be good, all of you, for me. Make sure the CIA lets Red go after an information alter. Now get to that meeting point. They know how to reach me if they need me." With that Hondo jumped from the craft and disapeared into the dark. The girls left him and made it to the meeting point. Hondo got to the truck and raced to the ambulance, that he had hidden earlier. He change back into his black hat and duster, turned on cloaking device aboard the ambulance and drove off to regroup and rest. He did not return to the hideout. He knew the CIA would look for him there. *for Fernando, I will finish.* He thought. *I just wish he was here. That J.I.! If not for her he would not have taken that chance* Hondo looked in the rear view mirror at the city of Milan. *I'll be back.* He though. I still have a girl to save and a jet to retrieve, that has my copter aboard!* -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - Lieutenant Commander Amanda Hasegawa's report of Fernando's death saddened Eddie. The fox had looked up to the squirrel in matters of espionage, and considered him a good mentor and leader. "He was a good man," Eddie commented. It would be interesting to try ad deprogram the girls now, without his help. But there was little time to dwell on that now. The matter of the USS North Carolina still had to be dealt with. Her captain was still locked in the ship's CIC and refusing to come out, even after hearing news of Admiral Donnelly's death. That was somewhat understandable, of course, since Captain Thorpe was going to be charged with treason. The matter was further complicated by the fact that the Texas and her battle group couldn't leave station: there was still a rescue mission going on in Italy. And though the CIA didn't like it, Texas had been authorized by the Pentagon to assist in the operation. So instead, the loyal crewmen on Carolina were steaming towards the Mediterranean at a steady 20 knots. In addition, the USS Montana, Texas's sister ship, was steaming up from the Persian Gulf through the Suez Canal. However, she would not arrive for another day, since passage through the canal was limited to 8 knots. Once she arrived, Montana would be able to augment Texas's firepower, and allow the battle group to more readily deal with any trouble from North Carolina. Eddie did not expect much trouble from the commandeered battleship, since her fighting ability had been all bun neutralized. All that her traitorous captain could control directly from the CIC was her missiles, and Ms. Hasegawa was already on her way to making sure that those would be cut off, too. So it was yet again that Eddie found himself in a waiting game. He could do nothing to help Hondo on his rescue mission; gunfire from the giant battleship would only exacerbate the situation. He did not know if there were further rogue Navy ships out there, waiting to pounce on Enterprise, so he could not leave to go challenge North Carolina directly. Once again, the vulpine captain found himself up on the conning bridge, on the 09 level, staring out across the Mediterranean Sea at the coast of Italy. He looked over to Enterprise. Midnight was getting ready to fly the explosive laden Italian P-51D off of the carrier. Eddie wished him the best of luck. There goes a guy with some serious guts, he mused. As he looked across the battle group that surrounded the battleship, Eddie thought he saw a figure sitting atop the USS San Jacinto's flag bridge. Evidently I'm not the only one who needs a quiet place to think once in a while, he thought. The droning of a propeller brought Eddie's attention back to Enterprise as Midnight took off from the deck. The vintage warbird was catapulted off the carrier's deck and into the air. Midnight turned the plane away from the battle group and flew off to the west, towards Corsica. Eddie saluted the plane quickly as it flew by, and then went back inside Texas's conning tower. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] *for Fernando, I will finish.* He thought. *I just wish he was here. That J.I.! If not for her he would not have taken that chance* Wait just one, cotton-picking minute. Don't you dare pin this one on me. I understand you have been through stuff, so has Fernando, so have I. Fernando may have been through more stuff than you and I pout together and this is from someone who was in a psychiatric hospital a couple of years ago. Nevertheless, Fernando knows better than to drop me from the sky, have me fly a plane, remove his glasses or put Tammy's life in danger; he did so anyhow. [\quote] I did not see this earlier; you are pouring yourself into this. So am I and so are others. Fernando is not seeing this. I appreciate you doing so. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] *for Fernando, I will finish.* He thought. *I just wish he was here. That J.I.! If not for her he would not have taken that chance* Wait just one, cotton-picking minute. Don't you dare pin this one on me. I understand you have been through stuff, so has Fernando, so have I. Fernando may have been through more stuff than you and I pout together and this is from someone who was in a psychiatric hospital a couple of years ago. Nevertheless, Fernando knows better than to drop me from the sky, have me fly a plane, remove his glasses or put Tammy's life in danger; he did so anyhow. [\quote] [\quote] I appreciate your comment. I don't know who's right or wrong. i live my days one at a time. If I live through them I say, "Lord, I thank you for another day that I can use for you to help others" and if I do not live I can thank the Lord face to face. I believe we have done well. I don't want to see folks broken up over this. I would take a bullet and/or a beatin' before I would see others broken up over stuff like this. Hondo P.S. I would like to see Fernando reconciled and back with us to the finish. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo hid the ambulance well. *even Fernando could not find me.* he thought.*I got to quit dwellin' on that.* He looked over his HQ/home/vehicle. *an ambulance. I am stuck in this country with a girl to save and a price on my head and I'm in a souped up ambulance.* He sat down on the ground and laughed. He laughed until tears came out of his eyes and continued to laugh until he could laugh no more. * I haven't slept in days, have no food, low on ammo, have a price on my head, our leader just got 86ed, the CIA now wants me out of here, and I have a job to finish in a country I am not familiar with.* Hondo decided that he needed sleep first before carrying on.. He was dog tired, and wore thin. *I'm tired of waitin'.* he thought."Enough is enough! after I get some sleep, It will be a redue of High Noon. Call me Gary Cooper if ya like, but it is time for guns to be blazin'. If I go down. . .well, I'll worry 'bout that latter.* Hondo laid down in the back of the ambulance. He set the alarm and when to sleep. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - OOC: Not trying to be a killjoy or anything...really, I'm not. But technically, I was written out of character on the last page. The tone of voice that "Captain RR" took with the leader of the Rangers isn't one I'd use on a friend...especially Chip Maplewood. I respect him. Not a gripe, or a rant...just making a point. _________________ 'Croikey, she said no problems!!" TeˆÝrlach mac Donnchaidh, Ridire na Ceilteach Image Image Image Image Image Image thedisneyfan23@cs.com rangerready@rescuerangershq.com http://www.rescuerangershq.com "A prayer, it seems to me, implies a promise as well as a request; at the highest level, prayer not only is a supplication for strength and guidance, but also becomes an affirmation of life and thus a reverent praise of God." --Walt Disney RRC+ R++ P++ TH(A;X;Dr;Hu;Mu;My;R;Su) ME>! I+++ CR+ Cc++d+g!!!!m++z+t+F--- Ec++g++ D M++ Zm+ GH++ L Ge+ Pc+++!!! Justitia fortitudo mea est. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="RangerReady23"] OOC: Not trying to be a killjoy or anything...really, I'm not. But technically, I was written out of character on the last page. The tone of voice that "Captain RR" took with the leader of the Rangers isn't one I'd use on a friend...especially Chip Maplewood. I respect him. Not a gripe, or a rant...just making a point. [\quote] it is funny to hear y'all say that. you know I have not conversed with Fernando outside of this story. once or twice he had me not know somethin' I do know, but that is just somethin' he wouldn't know. For them most part he kept me very well in character. I appreciate that. how he did it , I'll never know. The sayin's my lookin' for somethin', takin' a lot of junk with me as I might needed it, the crazy glue, etc. That is me to a T. even the growlin' I'm generally a friendly person, but i will growl if it is needed friend or not. Sorry you all are upset about all that. I know Fernando did not do it a purpose. Don't hold it agin 'im. I have been blessed with a long fuse. but many I know how have been through less have a lot shorter fuse and believe you me, troubles in life do not always lead to longer fuses, just usually ones harder to start, but hit it right and boom. I'm not sayin' it's right, but it is one of those things that make us what we are. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 32

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:38pm Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II and Olga saw the girls as he came to them "I See we need get Triela that means going for a small fight* "Girls get in the car We going get your friend then swing by picking up Tammy and head to USA ok I am Alex II of the CIA and this the Mouse want me to bring to be with you Olga Olga: Bink, Cass, Rico and Angelica it me Olga Alex II: *Calling hondo on his scercet phone* "Hondo were are you? -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo was woken by his phone ringing. "Ya-ello." Hondo said. "Where are you?" Alex II said. "Oh, high Al. Doin' fine, glade you are too. How's the Family?" Hondo replied. "Don't play games,Hondo. We are going after Triela." Alex II said. "I'll be around then, If you don't get her or need a hand i'll be there., but I'll be gone as soon as this I over with. I'm goin' to Find Fernando."Hondo said. "Fernando is dead!" Alex II said. "Well then, I'll find his body! If I have to pose as a fisherman for th e next ten years, I'll do it! I might be a loner, But I still never leave a man behind!" Hondo said. "And one other thing, if I find out the CIA didn't leave those girls alone after this is done, I'll hold you responsible." "I don't make the decisions for. . . " Alex II was cut short. "Well you better make sure how ever does makes the right one! I will save those girls from our own government if I have too." Hondo said. "let just worry about saving them now." Alex II said. "Yah, yah. I'll be in the vicinity in about an hour and a half." Hondo said. "OK, but it would make things easier if you told us were you were." Alex said. "No! Good bye." and without waiting for a reply Hondo hung the phone up. *better get ready to move out.* He thought as he checked the ambulance over and made ready for a high speed ride to the other side of Milan. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - Protocol 7 had placed the AI bat almost instantly on the Enterprise; in time to see Fernando step through the time portal. Remotely accessing Fernando's server, the AI found out where he had gone, and altered it's own coordinates to match (within a few metres). On arrival, it was hit by a hail of lead and knocked over the side. A moment later, Fernando and the admiral fell on top of the AI's head. Changing to a body more suited to the environment, the AI octopus carefully pried Fernando loose from the dead admiral (not an easy job by any means), and attempted to access Fernando's temporal server... Ten minutes later, in a very definately inland hospital, a doctor was explaining to the bat that the half-drowned flying squirrel would be just find the moment he woke up, but that that moment might be somewhat delayed. (I'm always unhappy to see people leave...) -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *THen Alex II, Olga, Bink, Cass, Rico carrying Angelica as she lay her down in the car wating for Hondo to come* "Hope he get here" *Then the van turnivsibal *Calling Hondo* "Hay Hondo one thing my car will Be Invisibal use the Red Specks I give you it can see my car just incase if Bountey Hunters try to find us but I will keep the bontey hunters at bay US Army is Aresting them too - - - - - Midnight Man - - - - - Another thing to tell about the Propriano (LFKO) airfield is that it is closed over the night. But the lone pilot in the shiny vintage craft would land there even if they covered the runway with barbed wire. This was what the one controller realizes when he enters the airfield in the early morning. The sun has begun to rise, but it is still so low that it doesn't shine over Corsica's hills and onto the west coast yet. This in turn means that an approach to a dark and closed airfield without illumination against the rising sun looks like an awfully bad idea. And still, the silver bird keeps coming closer, meanwhile close enough to enable the canine on the airfield to see the landing gears. Whoever this is, he is serious. And this is no Cessna and no Piper either, this thing is so fast he'd never be in the tower to guide the pilot in time, so why not stay outside? It's not before the plane touches down on the runway 10 that it identifies itself as a warbird in Italian livery. 65 years ago, this would have meant an Italian invasion. Miniature invasion, but still. The aircraft slows down and taxis to a place to stop on the grass aside the runway. Midnight opens the canopy and takes a deep breath of Corsica's seaside air. He is relieved that he made it to Propriano safely. But upon seeing the controller (and probably only person in charge on the entire airfield) approach. 'Of all animals in the world,' he thinks as he sees him, 'does this guy have to be a Border Collie?!' "Excuse me," the dog says, "but this airfield is closed." "First, no, it isn't, you were here before I touched down," Midnight replies. "Second, got a better idea where to land this plane?" As he speaks, he notices that the dog in charge is already making use of his most powerful sense. He is sniffing around. "You must have some serious guts to land here with all the guns and explosives in your plane. Who and what are you, apart from a mouse?" The controller would put a gun onto Midnight's chest if he had one. But he himself feels uneasy about what he has discovered. "Um, guns? Explosives?" "I can smell them. This box here," he takes the wooden box with the Micro Uzi in it, "contains a weapon shooting live ammo. This box," he removes the other box from the plane, "contains a weapon shooting tranq ammo. I smelled the tranquilizer if you need to know. Besides," with one quick grip, he draws the gun Fernando has modified from Midnight's holster, so does this one. And the explosives are distributed all over the plane, but it wouldn't take me much time to find them, trust me. Besides, the aircraft's cannons are loaded, too." "Wow, that's one amazing smelling sense." "Not really. My grandfather could tell from the scent of a plane flying past where they got the fuel, how much ammo they had left, and if someone from the crew had wet himself. Seemed to happen often at war." The dog chuckled. "Anyway, I'm still waiting for a plausible explanation what you're doing here on French ground with this winged bomb." "Alright, I'll tell you. I'm coming from the carrier USS Enterprise. We captured this plane, apparently someone who's working for the Italian government has sent the plane and the pilot to stop or at least severe the covert rescue operation we're on. First, he tried to shoot down the Learjet I used to fly some of the team back to the Enterprise which he refrained from when he found himself surrounded by modern fighters. Then, when he was forced to land on the Enterprise, too, he shot the plane's cannons at anything he could hit. We can be lucky he didn't get to ignite the explosives. And the last thing I know is that US Army ships were ordered to attack and destroy the Enterprise whose captain didn't want to have these amounts of explosives on his ship in case of an attack. If you don't trust me, I can try to establish a connection to the Enterprise's captain." "No, no, I trust you, no problem. And I understand that landing here, despite the bad conditions, was safer than landing on a big commercial airport." "Say... what's your name?" Midnight asks. "You can call me Marcel." "Okay, Marcel, then you can call me Martin." He pronounced the name the French way. "You do know that what I told you is secret until further notice? Is anyone else coming here today?" "Oh, from time to time, there are some small craft coming in and flying away again, but not every day, so I'm one out of only two persons in charge. The other one, Didier, will be here in half an hour. I suggest we'd better hide your plane in the hangar before he's here. He needn't know anything about it." -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Fernando accesses his laptop and connects to his chronoserver at his place. He activates a time portal to teleport himself home. After a couple of hours of tracking the whereabouts Admiral Donnelly. Somehow he finds the Admiral on the deck of the Carolina. Tracking him on the chrono server, Fernando goes into his weapons room, digging out a 16th century Samuri Blade given to him by he emperor as a gift in return for a favor. All others items he leave behind; just shirt on his back and the pants on his rear end. With a few keystrokes, he teleports himself onto the deck of the Carolina. [\quote] Fernando, I thought we agreed that no Star Trek or Star Wars technology will be used in this story. Just old late 20th and early 21st century tech. That includes teleporters, advanced cybernetics and tripods... but while tripods and cybernetics can be constructed with today's means, the teleporter cannot. That is why I left my ship and crew behind. If I wanted, we'd all be transported on board and the girls given safe heaven on one of the planets under IMC jurisdiction. But I didn't do that, because of the agreement. I know that you'd like to heroically sacrifice yourself to get rid of that man and don't have to write this story further, but I must object. I think you grew weary of it, but hold on for some time more. For Bink's sake. There are ways of getting to him. If you are so tired of it, then just shoot yourself. I can even lend you a gun if you want. And what is this deal with the Mariana's Trench? That trench is on the Pacific(!) near Guam (exact coordinates: 18d30'N, 148d0'E), not Atlantic! -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo finds Alex II and his group. he sees them way before they see him. Hondo notices they are parked beside a building so he enters the building from the opposite side and comes to a window over their car. Alex II is sitting in his car hoping Hondo will get there soon little does he expect what was coming. Hondo was tried of waiting, tried of sneaking, just plan tired, and unsettled over Fernando's unnecessary (supposed) death. It showed a little too much. Hondo jumped from the window and landed on the car roof scaring the occupants. Hondo hung upside down over the windshield at the occupants and the guns pointed at him. He smiled big at them. "Honeys I'm home! Ready to kick some butts?" with that Hondo jumped to the ground. Hondo was ready for a show down he had his pistols in shoulder holsters, two tranqu. pistols on his hips a shot gun strapped to his back and a rifle in his hand. "I'm through playin' around. Y'all comin' or are y'gonna site here and wait for me to bring 'er back myself?" Hondo said with an evil type grin that just showed the strain and tiredness he was experiencing. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] [quote="Fernando"] Fernando accesses his laptop and connects to his chronoserver at his place. He activates a time portal to teleport himself home. After a couple of hours of tracking the whereabouts Admiral Donnelly. Somehow he finds the Admiral on the deck of the Carolina. Tracking him on the chrono server, Fernando goes into his weapons room, digging out a 16th century Samuri Blade given to him by he emperor as a gift in return for a favor. All others items he leave behind; just shirt on his back and the pants on his rear end. With a few keystrokes, he teleports himself onto the deck of the Carolina. [\quote] Fernando, I thought we agreed that no Star Trek or Star Wars technology will be used in this story. Just old late 20th and early 21st century tech. That includes teleporters, advanced cybernetics and tripods... but while tripods and cybernetics can be constructed with today's means, the teleporter cannot. That is why I left my ship and crew behind. If I wanted, we'd all be transported on board and the girls given safe heaven on one of the planets under IMC jurisdiction. But I didn't do that, because of the agreement. I know that you'd like to heroically sacrifice yourself to get rid of that man and don't have to write this story further, but I must object. I think you grew weary of it, but hold on for some time more. For Bink's sake. There are ways of getting to him. If you are so tired of it, then just shoot yourself. I can even lend you a gun if you want. And what is this deal with the Mariana's Trench? That trench is on the Pacific(!) near Guam (exact coordinates: 18d30'N, 148d0'E), not Atlantic! [\quote] Don't take it personal Sinc. Fernando was lookin' for a fast way out. He was insulted, and I don't blame him, and wanted to get out. It was not to be a martyr/hero himself. we need to still play by the rules. And don't hold it agin Fernando. He needs a break after all that and didn't try to hurt anyone, but got slammed himself. We need to just keep on keepin' on. and as far as the trench goes, I don't remember a location for the North Carolina. I was told the big jet would almost be out of fuel when it reached the North Carolina. It would have to be that far to run that beast out of gas. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sorry for my rant Fernando... though killing the admiral (if he indeed was killed) takes out the most powerful and fun adversary... -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Clenching his abdominal musles tight, Feranndo does his best to hold back the pain just a couple of seconds, sending his blade onto the right base of the shoulder and down 1/2 way across to the left of his chest, slicing through the spinal cord, Aorta, heart and lungs. Some the admiral grabs onto Fernando's throat and clutches at it tightly in a death grip. As he dies, Fernando drags his limp body to the deck railing of the ship and lifts his body over. [\quote] If he's not dead from that. . . -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] Fernando, I thought we agreed that no Star Trek or Star Wars technology will be used in this story. Just old late 20th and early 21st century tech. That includes teleporters, advanced cybernetics and tripods... but while tripods and cybernetics can be constructed with today's means, the teleporter cannot. That is why I left my ship and crew behind. If I wanted, we'd all be transported on board and the girls given safe heaven on one of the planets under IMC jurisdiction. But I didn't do that, because of the agreement. I know that you'd like to heroically sacrifice yourself to get rid of that man and don't have to write this story further, but I must object. I think you grew weary of it, but hold on for some time more. For Bink's sake. There are ways of getting to him. If you are so tired of it, then just shoot yourself. I can even lend you a gun if you want. I put Fernando in charge of the mission and I agreed with his decision not to use science fiction other than what a character entered into this universe with such as cybernetic implants and Protocol 7. During the past few weeks I have been busy with painting my sister's house and haven't had as much time for this project. I'm back now, however too much has happened since Fernando used his time machine. To correct that a lot of rewriting needs to be done and all that rewriting may end up creating more problems than it solves. Fernando's use of the time machine therefore stands. Any attempt to use time travel to save Fernando is non-canon. [\quote] As for writing out of character, it may be good if everyone writes a profile for their character for to be used in round robins and stick to it. Include what your character would do and not do. Perhaps a separate thread and have it sticky so it can be easily accessed. Keep it simple, if you have to edit your round robin character profile, go ahead and edit it. It would be confusing to add a separate post for every time a change is needed. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - OCC:sorry for the mess Arik. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] Sorry for my rant Fernando... though killing the admiral (if he indeed was killed) takes out the most powerful and fun adversary... [\quote] [quote] A dynamic character with an ability to survive certain death and a questionable death scene leaving no corpse? Let's face it; we'll never see [him] again! [\quote] (Incidentally, the character about whom the above quote was written has since come back from certain death... um... at least four more times, probably five. Kind of hard to permanently kill.) -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] As for writing out of character, it may be good if everyone writes a profile for their character for to be used in round robins and stick to it. Include what your character would do and not do. Perhaps a separate thread and have it sticky so it can be easily accessed. Keep it simple, if you have to edit your round robin character profile, go ahead and edit it. It would be confusing to add a separate post for every time a change is needed. [\quote] good idea. Are you going to ask Indy to sticky a thread? -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - OOC: Well Arik CIA is going towards the future also trying to catch up UK Sercet Services since they give High Teck Gagdets to James Bond so Using a James Bond Thing since it do existed in 20 to the 21th Centurey and I will Creat new Charture Thead in the Off Topict Section or in the Story Board Section for the chartures * Alex II turn his van back visibal "Ok come on in and we going to leve now" -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 33

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:38pm CCC - - - - - It happened when Eddie had stopped for just two minutes. He had made very sure that there was nothing requiring his immediate attention before sitting down with a map and a cup of coffee, trying to see if he could find a course home that would completely evade the Carolina. It was in his cabin, which was empty. He had just picked up the cup of coffee, when... "Eddie." "Gyah!" Eddie jumped, and then spun around to see an AI bat, covered in coffee. "Is this an inappropriate moment?" it asked. "No." sighed Eddie. "It's just that you arrived unexpectedly. One usually knocks first." "I see. I shall do so immediately." The bat vanished (leaving the coffee behind to fall on the floor), reappeared a few steps away, and knocked on the door from the inside. "You had something to say?" prompted Eddie. "That is correct." There were a few moments of silence, before Eddie asked "And what is it that you had to say?" "I wanted to ask if there was any manner in which I could make myself useful. This rescue mission seems to be in continual danger of failure, and I would like to know if there is any way I can offset that tendancy." -------------------------------------------------- Aiesha - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Before the Admiral can turn around, Fernando comes from above with an aerial round house kick to his jaw. The Admiral staggers back, and Fernando somersults to his blade, hopping off the deck railing and flying back to the Admiral, Fernando has his blade over his back for the kill. The Admiral shakes off the blow, aiming the gun randomly in front of him. He pulls the trigger, hitting Fernando several times across his mid section. Clenching his abdominal musles tight, Feranndo does his best to hold back the pain just a couple of seconds, sending his blade onto the right base of the shoulder and down 1/2 way across to the left of his chest, slicing through the spinal cord, Aorta, heart and lungs. Some the admiral grabs onto Fernando's throat and clutches at it tightly in a death grip. As he dies, Fernando drags his limp body to the deck railing of the ship and lifts his body over. Heavy with Cybernetics, The admiral's dead weight pulls against Fernando. Fernando fights back hard to get the body off him, but loses his balance. They both go into the waters of the Atlantic. The admiral's heavy cybernetics drag them both to the bottom of the Mariana's Trench. After almost 1/2 an hour, nobody on the Carolina sees either of them two surface. [\quote] [quote="CCC"] Protocol 7 had placed the AI bat almost instantly on the Enterprise; in time to see Fernando step through the time portal. Remotely accessing Fernando's server, the AI found out where he had gone, and altered it's own coordinates to match (within a few metres). On arrival, it was hit by a hail of lead and knocked over the side. A moment later, Fernando and the admiral fell on top of the AI's head. Changing to a body more suited to the environment, the AI octopus carefully pried Fernando loose from the dead admiral (not an easy job by any means), and attempted to access Fernando's temporal server... Ten minutes later, in a very definately inland hospital, a doctor was explaining to the bat that the half-drowned flying squirrel would be just find the moment he woke up, but that that moment might be somewhat delayed. [\quote] Dr. Aiesha G.'s report. Code: 1/2 drowned patient was recieved earlier today, brought in by an artifical life form. Despite attempts to revive him, he remained in a coma like state until life sign monitors declared himdead 2 hours later. Autopsy reveals that the patient has been shot several times across his midsection before drowning, and had bled out while submerged underwater. This was not accounted for, as a blood transfusion and operative proceedures on his wounds would have saved him. [quote="Fernando"] This ends Fernando's role in Gunslinger Bink. -Just following orders. Dr. A.G. [\quote] - - - - - Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Never like Doctors! -------------------------------------------------- Aiesha - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] Never like Doctors! [\quote] I'm also Fernando's daughter, hence "-Just following orders." -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] Never like Doctors! [\quote] [quote] I'm also Fernando's daughter, hence "-Just following orders." [\quote] I know. still don't like Doctors. Never have. plus I noticed Fernando monitorin' this story. I suppose to keep himself out of it, which I don't blame him for. Just had to say, don't like doctors. ( my security job in the hospital at this present time is not helpin' matters any! arrogant so and so's!) Nothin' against you personally. I knew Fernando sent you to do that. even before I read about your relation(VIA Character page). Call it a sixth sense but I knew. still don't like Doctors. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo gets in the car with Alex II to head off to find the last lass. He heard updated news on Fernando. The truth of his death set in firmly. This only set Hondo's mind further into win mode and helped steady him down and focus on what lies ahead. He seem to catch his 5th or 6th wind, as his 2nd wind was long used up. "Well, were are they and what is your plan, Al."Hondo said. * the Commander and Boss man titles are Fernando's. I will not use them on another.* he thought. as he always did before speaking Alex II handed Hondo a few papers for him to read. "I'll read as you speak. Come on, spit 'er out!" Hondo growled. "Alright, here is the plan. . . " -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - Eddie looked at the AI bat. "Nope, there's nothing that needs to be done. Commander Hasegawa has maintained her regular reports, so it's safe to assume that the North Carolina is still under her control and on course and schedule to meet us here. Montana will be here by tonight to provide additional firepower and deterrence." Eddie looked down at his coffee-stained khaki uniform. "Next time, please remember to knock, though." OOC: I'm not sure if it's slipped through the cracks or not, but the battleship USS North Carolina is no longer an "enemy" threat. True, her captain was corrupt, as was most of the senior leadership. But only a small number aboard were following Donnelly's orders. The rest of the ship cooperated with Ms. Hasegawa (the gunnery officer) in a takeover. In short, the North Carolina is back in proper hands, and should not attack Enterprise or anyone else affilliated with the rescue. All that remains to be done is to figure out how to get the traitorous members of the crew out of the ship's CIC. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II: Ok We going to Rescue Triela Olga told me that Triela is in a Bulding about 20 Miles form here they have 20 Guards guarding her also her handler is there too also Some one I knew Years ago before Joining the SWA Triela hander was a Rouge CIA Agent means he was selling our Defense plans to North Korea and Terrious too so they caught him but he escape two years later now I Saw his Records that he was working for the SWA Name is Don Michale he is a Fighter, Weapons Specaluis and a Thinker too so he got Triela so You and Me going to Rescue her while the Kids Say in my Expermaental Van becasue this van have 20 mm. Stunners in the fornt and Back, Rocket luncer on the top, Somke Screan, Oli Slick, Tacks in it, Force Field on it, Turn into a Boat and a Sub but Jet is still in the Testing Stages too so they haven't test it yet. so let go *Then he Drove off on A-51 to The Bulding* -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - Arik, I'm out of here. You take the lead. Keep my character alive. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="Severe Weather Eddie"] OOC: I'm not sure if it's slipped through the cracks or not, but the battleship USS North Carolina is no longer an "enemy" threat. True, her captain was corrupt, as was most of the senior leadership. But only a small number aboard were following Donnelly's orders. The rest of the ship cooperated with Ms. Hasegawa (the gunnery officer) in a takeover. In short, the North Carolina is back in proper hands, and should not attack Enterprise or anyone else affilliated with the rescue. All that remains to be done is to figure out how to get the traitorous members of the crew out of the ship's CIC. [\quote] (OOC: You're right, that did kind of slip through the cracks... thanks for the clarification.) The bat nodded. "In that case, I shall return to the Cafe. Alert me if my assistance is required in the future." And with that... it vanished. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - In the van, Alex's phone rings. IRAS shows up on the caller ID. Alex cautiously answers it, not knowing what to expect. "Alex II. This is Misao Sakimori of the IRAS. I need to speak to Bink." Not knowing this person and not being able to verify she is from the IRAS at this time other than what the caller ID says, he denies that Bink is with him to play it safe. "I know Bink, Claes and Rico are with you and that you are on your way to retrieve Triela from Hilshire based on intelligence from Olga. For Angelica's sake, I need to speak with Bink." Alex II hands the phone to Bink. Misao is completely straight with Bink. "If you wish to help your friend Angelica before she dies, you need to call Marco." Bink hangs up the phone and hangs on to it, pondering what she was told. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Alex II startes to argue against it, but Hondo cuts him off as Bink and the other girls, who have been lookin' up to him since Fernando had past, look at him waitin' far an answer. "I think you should, Bink. Have that feelin' again. If it is our only chance then we had better take it." He said. "But Hondo!" Alex II said. "What are you worried about? You have enough weaponry to start and finish a revolution. I say we contact this fellow then get Triela. if you are worried, Bink and I will meet him alone to discuses terms." Hondo said. "Oh, all right." Alex said. Bink turns to Hondo, "Thank you." "Don't worry about it, kid. wait and thank me when it is over." He said. Alex II gets busy contactin' their man Marco. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II Calling Marco: Marco Meet us near the Reveue point Hismeter Bulding *Then contune to drive at the Hismeter bulding* -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Alex II Calling Marco: Marco Meet us near the Reveue point Hismeter Bulding [\quote] OOC: Bink is the one who is supposed to call Marco and since he is wanted for war crimes, he is not going to want to meet in person. Bink dials Marco's cell phone and Marco answers. "Marco." Bink began. "What is it?" "When I visited Angelica this morning, she got distracted by something outside her window. When I asked her about it, she didn't remember me coming in her room or what we talked about a few seconds earlier." "I see. I'll notify the doctors. They will run some tests on her and see what's going on." "Marco!" "Is there something else?" "You have to see her. Just go visit her." "The doctors have taken all the necessary precautions. Should anything happen, they'll notify me." "Please! Just visit her." "It's pointless, Bink. There's nothing I can do for her any more." "You don't have to do anything. Just be by her side. She wants that. Please, Marco." "Bink. Are you afraid of dying?" "I am not afraid of anything, sir." "You don't resent what these doctors have done to you? Giving you nothing but a mechanical body, a handful of bullets and a life too short to enjoy?" "All of us girls have accepted what we've been made to do so if you all pity or feel sorry for us, then you're mistaken. I realize this may be the conditioning saying this, but I don't mind. Even so . . . I'm not afraid to die. I'm certain Angelica feels the same way!" Marco hangs up the phone. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - OCC: We have Angelica with us, how will he go see her if he doesn't meet us? -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 34

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:39pm Charles_Roberts - - - - - OOC: OH sorry and Hondo is right Angelica is with us too IC *Since ALex II Knew what to do since his body is Haft Cyborg he stop the car then get out open the pasinger door then taking his sleve off as he geting the cyborg tranfusion also his cyborg power is same as Angelica "Bink do you turst me on this one I am going to Do a Cyborg Tranfusion giving her some of my Cyborg life suport to keep her alive rember Bink I am a Cyborg like you also a Cousin so do you turst me to save your friend - - - - - DOS & Arik - - - - - Don't worry about Marco seeing Angelica. That is currently being worked out in chat. Angelica is dying. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Dr. Aiesha pulls rank on the pathologist and has a stay in the autopsy room to be alone with her dad. Quietly she gathers his belongings, what little he had on him, and places them in a personal item's bag, listing each thing put in. The finaly thing she removes, a medical bracelette that says: "Do Not Autopsy or Disect." They only know each other for no more than 5 years, but in those 5 years, they have grown closer than any father/daughter would have. The door opens from behind, and Aiesha turns around, seeing someone in a lab coat enter the room. Dr. Aiesha (in a very loud and angry tone of voice): I SAID I WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE!!! He closes the door behind him as he makes his statement: Now, thats no way to talk to your father... Dr. Aiesha was about to take some form of action, but is frozen in place, like deer staring at a set of headlights on a dark highway. He walks over the corpse on the bed, uncovering it. He reached behind the neck of the body until a strange metallic 'CLACK!' was heard. Dr. Aiesha: You cant be! HOW! Fernando: This is one of CCC's Squirrel Bots; though made to my likeness. You mind holding down the shoulders? I have to recycle a few parts for him. Dr. Aiesha: But... Fernando: You guys ever considered taking this bot's wieght? Dr. Aiesha goes through the autopsy logs: Code: Name of Deceased: Fernando G. Order: Rodentia Family: Sciuridae Subfamily: Sciurinae Tribe: Pteromyini Sex: Male Age: 47 Height: 6' 0" Weight: 350 lbs ... .. . Dr. Aiesha: 350 pounds? Thats cant be right! You weight about 180... Fernando: Now you see... I'm a flying squirrel, my bones are hollow, and therefore I cant weight 350 pounds. Dr. Aiesha: But, who is that? Fernando: Like I said, is one of CCC's bot constructs, made to look like me, sound like me, and to most extent, think like me when given the proper inputs. Dr. Aiesha: But what do you want with the head? Fernando: The Bot's logs are there in a solid state hard drive, and its memory and computaional core is in its tail. Help me dismantle it and we can rid ourselves of this body. Dr. Aiesha: But... Fernando: But... but... but... you sound like a broken record! Whats wrong?!! Dr. Aiesha: There's a death certificate for you and everything! Fernando: So? Its not the first time... Believe me... you think you mom got that $5million check in 1994 because she won the lottery? No... that was the first time I faked a death. Too bad she profitted from it. Dr. Aiesha: But why?!! Fernando: Shhh... look... there are certain people who want to make sure that I died in this last mission. OK? So... with this Death Certificate, to them, I am... Now I can go out and finish this mission and take care of those who would harm all of us because they have nothing better to do! Understand where I'm coming from? Dr. Aiesha: Who...*HMMMM!* Fernando (putting his hand on her mouth): Look, just understand that this world is filled with nasty people.... darn... I'm going to need some tools... I got a hearse upstairs waiting. Help me drag this bot and I'll explain everything... Dr. Aiesha does as she is told in silence, and once with the bot is in the hearse, they drive away. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - "Another incoming flight, sir." Eddie looked up from a chart on the Texas's bridge. "How many this time?" "They've got 29 evacuees, sir." "Great." Since tensions had died down a bit, the USS Texas was now serving as a temporary destination for American tourists evacuated from Italy, from where they would be shipped out to the San Antonio or any of the other "refugee ships" that the Navy had brought in. Th amphibs were staying out in international waters, away from any potential danger. Eddie got up and began the journey to roughly 400 feet aft of where he was: the battleship's helicopter control platform, which jutted out from the superstructure above her Number 3 turret. This time it wasn't an SH-60 Sea Hawk that was bringing evacuees, but a Navy CH-53E Super Stallion. The Super Stallion came in at an angle, so that it could fit on the battleship's fantail. At 99 feet long, getting the bird onto Texas was somewhat tricky. The ship's aftermost turret, Turret 4, had been rotated so that the guns pointed to sea. This was necessary to make room for the chopper. The rotor wash from the CH-53 was evident on the water as it approached the battleship. Eddie had to hold onto his hat to keep from losing it.The pilot set it down gently on the ship's fantail and shut down the Stallion's three GE turboshaft engines, which made the wind buffeting Eddie and the crewmen on station cease. Four crewman went out to meet the CH-53. The doors opened, a flight crew member stepped out, and began helping the frightened and confused tourists out of the aircraft. Eddie climbed down the stairs and onto the main deck of the Texas and went out to meet those coming aboard. "Welcome to the battleship USS Texas," he said. "I'm Captain Dixon. You'll stay here for a little while before we send you out to one of the amphibious assault ships. I'm not going to lie to you, it's not going to be too comfortable on board. But we'll give you a good hot meal and a place to stay for a bit." "You should know that we are still operating under wartime conditions, so you'll need to do what you're told. You can't just wander around freely." The group of tourists nodded. "Any of y'all that need medical attention will be taken care of right away. Everyone else, these men will escort you to one of the mess halls." The ragtag group of tourists trudged away, led by several crewmen. A few were bandaged up a bit, and sent to the ship's infirmary. Fortunately, no one was too seriously injured. After watching the evacuees go below decks, Eddie turned and made his way back to the bridge. The Super Stallion would stay on the battleship's fantail until the group was ready to be sent to one of the amphibs. Meantime, the captain was needed elsewhere. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then Alex II< Hondo and rest got to Histerbulding Alex II: Hondo how long Angelica got *Taking out His AK-47* "Bink Rember I say that I am your long lost cousin well it ture Rember Squrrials have Family Bink so I am a Squrrial Cyborg like you *THen it was showen 20 guards guarding the base * Rouge CIA Agent Derrick Willaims: Well Triea scured so let take her now before they come and Resuce her Histmerser: No Derrick I want to see this CIA Agent you told me see if he good Derrick: If you die then I am taking her with me before Alex II get to me Histmer: If I Died I will send a singal for you get ready to leve Derrick: Right *To Triea* "North Korea Would Love to pay monney for you he he he *Calling Kim Jang Wang* "Kim Yes it me Derrick I got you rmerican dice how much you want to pay for a Little Girl Killing Cyborg *Lising* $1,0000,0000,0000,0000 in NK Means $4000,0000,00000,0000 In US Good Have the Payment Ready I will be there tomorow yes I would tell your NK Boys don't attack me ok good *hang up the phone* -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - OOC: Nice plot development, Charles, just one quick thing: I don't think North Korea's poor economy could support Kim Jong Il handing out a trillion NK won (pronounced wawn, I think...it's NK's currency.) for anything. Also, the NK won-US Dollar exchange rate is $1 USD= 141.00 won. So a trillion won would be about $7.092 billion US. Just a small quibble. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Charles_Roberts"] * Alex II: Hondo how long Angelica got *Taking out His AK-47* [\quote] Hondo looked at the poor little gal, who was laying across the seat resting her head in Claes' lap. "Not sure, Al. If she keeps hope and is as strong a fighter as she was built to be she might last 2 days, but she may not see the day through either, if we don't get somethin' done soon." Hondo said with disgust rising in his voice. "I should have gotten her to the ship as planned, then came back for Triela. MAN! I hate bein' couped up in this car! Need to be outside sizin' up the enemy then soundin' the charge!" Hondo sat back, took out a pistol and cleaned it for the twentieth time since he entered the van. The others looked at him worried like, then looked away. Hondo noticed their stares and confusion. "Sorry 'bout that. I've been on edge since I heard we lost Fernando. He knew how to keep me busy and handle my nervous energy when I got all worked up over waitin'. I am used top workin' by myself and hate relyin' on anyone! No offence. Fernando is the one fella that I can say I liked to work with. He understands, you folks don't. I am in the dark here, when I was with the boss man, everythin' was clear as crystal." Hondo said "i can kind of understand." Alex II said. "I too would not like to be in your place, but I can not give you any more info or let you work out of the group." "No offence, but I am only workin' with you to help these gals. You are CIA. Because of the info and trainin' used on these girls, I don't really trust you. You have to be loyal to the CIA and it's wishes. I am loyal to my God, my Friends and then to what I think is right. No direct higher authorities that can fire me or slam me in the hoosegow or can watch my every move and demand reports." Hondo said calmly, not meanin' any offense, but he had a bad habit of sayin' what he though. "We understand." Bink said. "No, you don't." Hondo said in a kind tone with a slight smile. " but, that is why I am here. To make sure you have the chance to understand." The girls all looked at each other and then at Hondo and for the first time, since they have been together, smiled. "I like to learn new things. Thank you for the chance." Claes said. "I keep tellin' ya! Don't thank me until we're out of this." Hondo said with a mock stern look that did not fool the girls. "anyway, tyhe one who deserves the thanks is not here." hondo looked back at the pistol in his hands, sadly. "We know, but he would have wanted us to tell you. He trusted you and told us to do the same." Bink said. "Thanks, Bink. I needed that." Hondo said with a have smile. * now if I can only get the precious little gals out of here once we get the last one.* He thought. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="Severe Weather Eddie"] OOC: Nice plot development, Charles, just one quick thing: I don't think North Korea's poor economy could support Kim Jong Il handing out a trillion NK won (pronounced wawn, I think...it's NK's currency.) for anything. [\quote] (Which probably means he's planning on double-crossing and killing Derick instead...) -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Eventually Fernando & Dr. Aiesha get the bot to the basement of his place to be worked on in a future date. Its main power source and control servos too water logged with salt water and shorted out. Until then, there were things to see, places to go and people to do. As it always seems, there is toomuch to do and not enough time to do it in. Somehow, withoug alerting anyone, Fernando must get his doctor daughter to the The Enterprise to start dealing with the girls and to it so in under 4 hours. Fernando makes a few phone calls as they walk back upstairs. Fernando: Aiesha, I need you to come with me 1/2 way across the world to deal with a situation that you would find vile and interesting at the same time. But first, you need to do a lot of catching up to do. Dr. Aiesha: What are you talking about, dad? Fernando (Giving Rachel to her): Start reading up in 'Project WarriorMaid' and 'Gunslinger' You got 3 hours to learn it and figure out a cure. Dr.Aiesha (Getting inside the Hearse): Then, where are we going? Fernando: Italy. Fernando drives to Teterboro Airport, where a barrowed modified NASA T-38 was waiting for them. A NASA Crew was there waiting for them, with 3 T-38s. Several mechanics were looking over one of the planes as Fernando drives onto the tramac. Several people in flight gear walks over to Fernando and Dr. Aiesha as they got out of the hearse. Fernando: Hello Carl, Denise, everyone. Denise walks to Fernando with a floded flight gear jacket and a flight helmet: The Enterprise is expecting you, but dont know who you are until you take the helmet off. They will know Dr. Aiesha is with you to deal with the girls. Fernando: Thank you Denise. Another pilot gives Dr. Aiesha a flight suit and a small bag to put her lab coat and tiny medical tool bag in. It gets locked into the front nose cargo area. She takes the laptop with her. Carl: You know the T-38 is a bit trickier to fly than most. Just take it easy on the controls... #03 is an old bird, but she's never failed on anyone in the past 25 years. Fernando: Thank You, Carl... Denise: Just take it easy with her and she'll get you there in 2 hours. European Airspace is also alerted to your targetted landing time and location, so no one should bother you. If they do, you got chafs, guns and Electronics Jamming Countermeasures (EJC). Fernando: Thank you. They start to walk away, as Fernando guides Aiesha to one of the 3 T-38s as the others get into the other two, climb in and start rolling down the runways. After a while, Fernando helps his little girl into the plane and then into the cockpit himself. He reads his instructions and start the plane's engines. Soon they'll be flying to the Enterprise. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II: OK 2 hours so LEt do this *Starting the car up then Dorve to the Gates as his Van turn into a Battle Van with Force Fields as the guns were Firing then he send a Rocket to the gates as the guards saw this and move out of the way as the Van Speed Through then send another Rocket Blasting a Turck also Stunners were stunning theguards too * Derrick saw this "ALEX II! MAN I am Leveing *Taking Treia as they heading to Derrick Car* Hesiter: Well Hondo let me get you for this * Then Van Guns were stunnning the guards also the Force Field was on too as Alex II got out have his AK-47 Strap on his back* "Hondo Stay and Portect the Girls I am going to Get Derrick and Treia too also the Force Field can keep them form harm too *Then Fire a AK-47 Stunner at the guard stunning him *Histermer was on the top of the bulding Histermer: Time to die Alex II *Then Alex II Saw this and Fire at Histermer then Histemer was Stunnned Alex II: Red Eye began to Enhance were Derrick and Teria is *Then he saw Derrick holding Teria hand heading to his car Alex II: Not this time *Then he jump on the roof then Fire a Rocket towards Derrick car as it blow up then he jump on top of Derrick and they began to fighting left and rights also did a Spning kick to his face but Derrick did a Foot Sleep to knock him off then he was heading to Teria but Alex II got up then Jump on Top of Derrick and they contune Fighting each other Alex II: I am going to take you Derrick back to the US for a Trial for your Crimes agents us and you going to Roit in Prision Derrick: HA I love doing this becasue I want to SEE US FALL now Time to DIE *then taking his sword out Alex II dodge it and take his sword out and they were in a sword Fight Derrick: oH MY Clone Derrick 2 is heading to Hondo he he he Alex II: WHAT *Keep blocking Derrick Sword* (OOC: Hay Airk or CCC You can have Tria by braking Derrick Leg or arm or any part of the body so Alex II can Arested him or Hurt him) * Derrick 2 Came out with a Two 9mm. "HONDO I AM Derrick 2 Time to die" -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Derrick 2 approached the van with his two 9mm pistols pointed at the figure sitting in the van, with face turned away, wearing the western hat and duster. "HONDO I AM Derrick 2 Time to die" he said. "For you to die." Came a voice to his left. The figure in the van removed the hat letting her long blond hair fall out of the hat as she turned to look at derrick 2. Bink was kneeling on the seat wearing Hondo's Hat and bullet proof duster. Derricks eyes got wide. Hondo was watching from beside the building as Derrick 2 approached and made his 'greeting' . When Hondo spoke Bink took off the hat and revealed to derrick that he had been made a fool of. Hondo knew he would not be reasonable. he would be furious, therefore not thinking clearly. Hondo still had his leather vest on, which was bullet proof, and had his Colt dragoon .50 cal. in hand. Derrick the 2 spun 90 degrees to the left to face Hondo, shooting as he spun. two bullets found Hondo, one was stopped by the vest covering his shoulder the other just creased his left arm. Even so Hondo brought the gun to bear and shot with lightning speed and accuracy. Hondo knew, since this maniac had 2 rapid firing pistols, he needed to take him out in one shot also he figuring Derrick 2 had on a bullet proof vest, so the only one shot weak area was the head. BOOOOM!! The .50 cal. Dragoon leaped in his hand and Derrick 2 was no more. Bink, Claes, and Rico high fived each other, and Hondo just stood there a moment with a look of disgust on his face. *He had to be by the van, didn't he!* Hondo thought. * Alex II will not be happy with the mess on his van.* Hondo grabbed a rain coat out of the back of the van and laid it over the dead clone. He turned and spoke to the girls. "He played with the devil and this is how he went. This is also why we are helping you girls. Put God first and others second then death will matter little and you won't die like this; with out honor." Hondo said this and took his coat and hat back from Bink and put them on. He reloaded his empty chamber on his pistol, pulled out another, just in case. "Whjat is takin' Al so long?" he wondered out loud. "better get back soon, or I'll have to go in after him." -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Charles_Roberts"] (OOC: Hay Airk or CCC You can have Tria by braking Derrick Leg or arm or any part of the body so Alex II can Arested him or Hurt him) [\quote] Triela, who is standing close to Derrick, does a quick spin landing her right foot to the back of his right knee followed by her right elbow just below his chest. As Derrick goes down, Triela finishes him off with a right-hand chop to the back of his neck. Derrick is down for the count. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II saw this then looking at Triela "Thanks Triela so Ready to go" *Then he hand cuff Derrick arms as he carry him* (Heading to work so take contorl of my charture untill I get back) -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Flying at Mach 2.25, the flight across the Atlantic only takes 90 minutes, much of the time going subsonic to look for the ship. Over the Mediterranean Sea, Fernando turns on the NASA computers to find the Enterprise and the rest of the Fleet. It only takes seconds to verify its location, near Genoa, and not near Gibralter where it was last seen. From 90,000ft Fernando lowers the altitude to 20,000ft when he enters the gateway of the Mediterranean at the Straits of Gibraltar. Though his flight plan was registered with international authorities, military patrols have a perked interest as fighters from the surrounding countries swooped down upon the T-38 to eye it. The large 'N A S A' lettering on the tail of the T-38 tells them that this is a research aircraft and not a hostile aircraft. Several military tried radio the T-38 as they pulled up along side it. Fernando turned to face then and tap the side of the his helmet, stating to them in pilot sign language 'Dead Radio'. A set of Mig 27s came from Lybia, surrounding the T-38, and after Fernando acknowledges to them that his radio is defunct, one takes to his tail and applies missile lock on him. Fernando (to himself): Stupid Idiot... Dr. Aiesha: What's going on? Fernando: darn stupid Lybian has his missle lock on us... Fernando reaches over to te dashboard and uncovers his chaf and EJC switches while reading himself to grab the airbrake. Just as he prepares himself for an evasive manuver, the MIGs fly away as a voice crackles into his radio headset. Voice on Radio: NASA 03, this is Strike Fighter Squadron Eight Six (VFA-86). The MIGs have boogied, you are clear to rendevous with the Enterprise. Fernando: Thank you VFA-86. ETA 15 minutes. See you there. VFA-86: See you there, they are expecting you. The F-18s fly away, continuing with their flight patrol over the Mediterranean. Fernando lands the T-38 onto the deck of the Enterprise, with the crew and its Captain awaiting. Once on the deck, the passenger/co-pilot canopy opens, and Dr. Aeisha steps out. Fernando remains inside the aircraft until it is stowed away onto the hanger elevator. Fernando gets out of the on the plane once its set on the elevator, still wearing his flight helmet and sunshield. He walks over to the Captain, and taps him on the shoulder, signalling him to follow. He goes back to his assigned room with Captain RangerReady behind. Captain RR: Those quarters are closed. Fernando takes off his hemlet to reveal himself. Fernando: Then open it. Captain RR: Wait a minute! You were killed fightin*... Fernando quickly covers RR's mouth. Fernando: Shhh... You got spies everywhere. Now open the room and get inside. Captain RR hesitates before unlocking the door and entering. Fernando follows, closing the door behind. Captain RR: What brings you back from the dead? Fernando: Though there is a partial success in the rescue, too many are taking personal liberties in promoting their own mission objectives for other factions and groups. Furthermore, I brought in Dr. Aiesha, who researched cybernetic implant back in her Premedical Studies. She'll be a key asset in dealing with the girls, provided that we get them here and back to the Cafe. These girls are to be brought back without interference from anyone who would deem a profit in owning them. Captain RR (stroking his chin): I see. Well, most of the operations have been moved to te USS Texas, under Captain Eddie. Fernando: We need to reestablish the Enterprise as the center of operations of the rescue mission, and the Texas and the rest of the battle group as her escorts. Captain RR: Leave that up to me. Fernando: And Captain. Captain RR: Yes? Fernando: Fernando is technically dead, and to continue this facade to fool the spies, I shall be referred to as (Agent) Elfen. Captain RR: Elfen, it is. Just explain to me why is there such a heavy interest in these cyborg girls. Fernando: Simple, Captain. These girls are Gunslingers, cyborgs programmed to kill upon orders. Better than any supersolider ever created, so you can see, why so many would want them for themselves. Captain RR: And what makes you think that they would follow you? Fernando: I've already started decompiling their condictioning programs, so now they are more inclined to listen and think first before pulling the trigger. Bink especially. Just have part of the medical wing ready for them, and Dr. Aiesha and I will take care of the rest. Captain RR: Alright then; this is a lot of trust I'm going to bestow on you, but its something that has to be done... right? Fernando: Right. Captain RR: I'll let you rest up from your long flight and I'll personally come back with dinner. Fernando: Dont worry about me, RR keep an eye on Dr. Aiesha for me. Captain RR: Hmmm... Alright then. Fernando: I assume that the others are still here? Captain RR: To my knowledge, they are. Unless they transfered to the Texas, I can find out for you. Fernando: Please do, but do not alert them to my presence. I will have to to that when the time is right. For now, I'll spend my time here. Captain RR: Will do. Fernando: Thanks... for everything... -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo was getting ready to enter the building to look for Alex II when he exited carrying Derrick followed by Triela. "you are still in one piece I see. Alex said to Hondo. "What did ya expect. I was wonderin' 'bout you. see your in one piece, but how 'bout 'im?" Hondo asked. "Triela knocked him out." Alex II said. "Good on you, Gal!" Hondo said. "Is he one of us?" Triela asked lookin' suspiciously at Hondo. Both Alex II and Hondo laughed. "Of course he is." Alex II said then he looked at Hondo and said, "well at least he is one of the good guys. one of his own is more like it." "I'm not sure how to take that?" Hondo said. Alex II just chuckled. He still had Derrick on his shoulder. "Help me with him, would you?" Alex II asked. "Sure." Hondo said. Hondo grabbed derricks right arm with his left then started to drop him, but caught him with his left. "Ahh, forgot 'bout that." Hondo snarled. "are you alright?" Alex II asked. this fella's clone creased me on the left and hit the bullet proofing on the left shoulder. she's not handlin' weight like she should." Hondo said as he repositioned to grab Derrick with his right. "I was meaning to ask how that went." Alex II said. "you can see for yourself on the other side of the van." Hondo said. They threw Derrick in the trunk and walked around the side of the van. "What a mess." Alex II said as he looked on Derricks clone. "He left me no choice." Hondo said. "Good shooting, though. I'll call some of our boys to clean this up." Alex II said. "OK. You need to get back to the ship." Hondo said. "You too." Alex II said. "nope. I'm stayin' here till this is done. I think we will have more work to do. Besides this was too easy, somethin's not right." Hondo said. "I agree with you there." Alex II said. "Drop me off at the ambulance; then get to RR's ship as fast as possible." Hondo said. "Now look here! I am in Command not you!" Alex II said. "Shut up and get movin'! We don't have time to argue. either drop me off at the ambulance or get goin' and I'll walk." Hondo growled. "OK, get in." Alex II said. *I hope this guy really knows what he is getting into." Alex II thought. *somethin's up.* Hondo thought. *I have a feelin' ol'Al is in for more then he thinks he is. He needs Fernando back to boss him around a little. Why do I still feel that he is not dead?* -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 35

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:39pm Fernando - - - - - Fernando tries to contact Hondo with no success, and wonders about the others. Thus he takes his stroll up on to the rear of the deck. Watching him going through the various halls within the ship is Dr. Aiesha, who decides to follow him. Once at the rear of the ship, Fernando looks out to the sea. Dr. Aiesha approaches him from behind. Fernando: You could have called out, you know. Dr. Aiesha: How did...(Fernando points to his glasses) oh, nevermind. Whats bothering you? Fernando: Nothing really. Just pre/post mission jitters. Hows the medical ward treating you? Dr. Aiesha: Well... Fernando: If you need me to pull rank, I'll get them keel-hauled for you. Dr. Aiesha: Its not that, the staff is great and suppportive. Its that I'm not sure what to do. Fernando: Well, this problem is two fold. First part of short and long term psychological care and deprogramming of their killer instincts. I've already started on this, but am afraid that if they start defending themselves in this rescue mission, those killing instincts can kick back in and all the deprogramming I have started will be for not. Dr. Aiesha: I see. Whats the second part? Fernando: These are prepubescent girls. Within I guess a year or two, they will hit puberty, and undergo through those changes. I seriously doubt the cybernetic implants are not compatible. So they must be removed or made compatible...somehow. Dr. Aiesha: Intersting. I dont think anyone has ever thought about that. Fernando: Research is starting now on that with child amputees. No one really gave it any thought until now, and you will have this little group to look over and research. Dr. Aiesha: Thats a long term project. Fernando: One you can lead in. Dr. Aiesha: I'm going to need to think about that. Fernando: Dont think, do. Dr. Aiesha: Hmmm... A red haired squirrel approaches them from behind. Fernando still looks out to the sea, his back to anyone who would approach him. Tammy: You're new here... I seen your plane land earlier today. Dr. Aiesha: Yeah, I was sort of drafted at the last minute. Tammy: Wait a minute- I know you. Dr. Aiesha: What would you make say that? Tammy: You're that squirrelly doctor at Roosevelt Hospital... Fernando: You make sound like ita a bad thing. Tammy: Fernando? Fernando slowly turns around to face her. Fernando: Who else would be? Tammy stares at him, unsure how to respond, though she probably has thousand questions to ask. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then Alex II Stop near Hondo Van "Ok Hondo here were are and Bee seeing you too" -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - *Walking down a narrow corridor on C Deck, RangerReady ponders the happenings of the past several days. The lights overhead are dimmed in accordance with third watch, and the few crewmembers on night duty nod in greeting as he passes them by, his steps taking him invariably to the VIP cabin. Noticing that the door is closed, he knocks softly. It takes a moment, but a sleepy voice answers from inside.* "Coming!" *The hatch door clatters open a few seconds later, as Rose finishes smoothing her sleep-matted hair with one hand.* "Well, you're up late, Captain sir. But then, that's nothing new." "Can I come in? We need to talk." Stepping across the threshold, RR immediately sticks a small, blinking device to the inside of the door, as it closes.* "What's that?" "Sound dampener. We've got operatives on this ship, still, and I don't want them listening in." *Rose's eyes widen, as she pulls several chairs around the small dinette table.* "I thought this mission was almost over!" "Far from it. I think we're just hitting the tip of the iceberg...Donnelly's project was rooted deep. Too deep, for my liking." "I figured most of it would fall into disarray by now, what with Fernando killing him and all." "I'm not convinced he did." *Rose has just started to pour herself a soda from the small refrigerator, and abruptly spills it.* "What!" "Rosie, what I'm about to tell you is highly privileged information. At least, so I'm told." "Well, the last time I checked, you did have me listed with a captain's security clearance." *The sarcasm in her voice doesn't escape RR's notice, and he chuckles.* "Touche. You might want to sit down, for this one." "Why do I get the feeling that we're about to get into trouble again?" "Because we just might. Fernando's alive." "Oh, that! I knew that hours ago." *It's RangerReady's turn to be surprised, as her green-blue eyes sparkle with amusement in the low light.* "I'm not going to ask how...because I probably wouldn't want to know, would I?" "Oh come on, Charlie, it's nothing so sinister. I may just be a little country girl...but I am observant." "That you are, cute stuff. That you are." *Reaching into the satchel that hangs from his shoulder, RR draws out a bundle, wrapped in soft, oiled cloth.* "You might need these. I had them sent up by courier." *Placing the package onto the table, he unwraps it, revealing a matched pair of softly glowing, nickel-plated Peacemaker revolvers. Smiling, she fingers the finely tooled leather belt fondly.* "I was hoping you'd remember. If I'm going to be armed, I'd like it to be with old friends!" "Now there's a sentiment I can understand! At any rate, keep what I said to yourself...because I think there's still more going on under the surface here than meets the eye. We need to be ready. Now then, I'm going to go and ferret out some spies." ************************************************************* _________________ 'Croikey, she said no problems!!" TeˆÝrlach mac Donnchaidh, Ridire na Ceilteach Image Image Image Image Image Image thedisneyfan23@cs.com rangerready@rescuerangershq.com http://www.rescuerangershq.com "A prayer, it seems to me, implies a promise as well as a request; at the highest level, prayer not only is a supplication for strength and guidance, but also becomes an affirmation of life and thus a reverent praise of God." --Walt Disney RRC+ R++ P++ TH(A;X;Dr;Hu;Mu;My;R;Su) ME>! I+++ CR+ Cc++d+g!!!!m++z+t+F--- Ec++g++ D M++ Zm+ GH++ L Ge+ Pc+++!!! Justitia fortitudo mea est. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo gets out of the van, waves to the girls, and gets in the ambulance. He looked for his Palm pilot but found the screen smashed. * must have done that in the fight earlier.* He thought. Hondo wired it into the ambulances computer and used the on board screen. the only problem with that was it now was only voice command and the e-mail and voice command would not run at the same time. "Piece of junk!" he snarled. He duct taped it to the dash in case he needs the other features later. *now I'm limited in comunicatin' with the others.* he though. He looked over at the passengers seat. there lay the radio Fernando had given him to use to communicate to him with. Hondo didn't know why, but he felt an urge to turn it on and leave it on. *They can't trace me with it, so might as well.* he thought. He turned it on and laid it back on the seat. *well, here we go again.* He thought as he headed back to his safe hidden spot that was 5 miles from the air port. *Maybe I can catch a nap a'fore anythin' else happens.* Hondo thought. *Isn't likely!* -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *DRiving on A-1 Into Malian as he take the A-1 Bypass to A-4 Novara while heading into Torino then Savona Alex II: *Calling RR* "Get me the Captian need to talk to him" *Then RR was on the phone* "Hay RR We will be there in 1 hour so get your meen ready for us and meet us in Savona Port we be on A-6 Freeway by then so meet us there we comming" *Then he hang up the phone* "Is anyone Hurngry right now we be stoping at a Resturant by Drive Threw All Girls: YEA Alex II: OY long drive *Then lucucky he saw a First McDonnals in Italy on Lodi Exit as he get off the freeway then enter through the driver began to order as they want then pay for the food then got back on the freeway as the girls eating there food while Alex II Eating and Driving same time since he learn how to do that then he got on A-4 heading into Novara sing say Norvara 280 KM, Torino 360 KM, Savona 480 KM Alex II: Well Olga we got long way ago also Derrick is sleeping since I Put some stunner into him keeping him out cold" *Then looking at Triea began to think as to think adoping her to his family also keeping her out of danger too then look at the roads* ( http://www.autostrade.it/autostrade/tra ... =torino_22 THis were I got the Roads form too) -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [OOC] What time of day and which day is this? As in, Night time of the day where Bink and Claes were caught in Angelica's hospital room... [/OOC] -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Bink and Claes saw Angelica this morning. It is currently night time or almost night time. OOC: I am currently editing what has been written so far to make it easily readable while trying to remain true to what the writers wrote. I am approximately 1/3 of the way through of the already written work and I have forty-four pages. Actual page count will vary according to the wordprocessor, printer and settings used. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [Flashback=From a few seconds ago] Fernando slowly turns around to face her. Fernando: Who else would be? Tammy stares at him, unsure how to respond, though she probably has thousand questions to ask. [/Flashback] Fernando turns to Aiesha. Fernando: If I knew that this would be everyone's reactions, I would have stayed asleep in bed. Dr. Aiesha: Daddy... stop being mean. Everyone's upset because they think you've died. Fernando (Not wanting to answer his daughter, goes over to Tammy): Tammy, snap out of it. Tammy does not respond, at least for now. Fernando holds her by the shouder, and lightly tap her on the face. Eventaully she does snap out of itt. Tammy: It cant be you. I was told you were killed... Fernando: Dont believe everything that you hear. Dont even believe that you even saw a body in a coffin, Tammy. This is a dangerous game that we are playing, and I play to win. Dr. Aiesha: When you play to win, you often have to change the rules. Fernando: Aiesha... Dr. Aiesha: I was just stating a fact. Fernando: It was unneccessary. Dr. Aiesha does not respond. Tammy (trying to clam down): So what happened? Fernando: Look, I cant say right now. Too many are listening, and even more want who would prefer that we fail. So we must make them think that I am still dead. Tammy: But... Fernando: No buts... I brought my doctor daughter to help out with the girls and we got to get them here. Right now I got to find Jeanette and a couple of others to keep this mission on track. Tammy: I think she is in her room. Fernando: Its almost dinner time, get her to bring DOS and Sincliar to the mess hall, where they will meet with Dr. Aiesha. I will meet up with you all later. Tammy: Anything I should know? Fernando: Just be ready for anything. Now go... Tammy slowly leaves. Dr. Aiesha: You cn be such a meanie head, you know... Fernando: Meanie head? How old are you again? -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Dr. Aiesha: You cn be such a meanie head, you know... Fernando: Meanie head? How old are you again? [\quote] OOC: You had DOS call you a meanie head though she is technically an adult. Other than DOS looks like a child, where's the difference? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - A few more words are exchanged, and everyone leaves to where they would prefer to be; Fernando goes to the gallery and gathers up a Roast Beef and Swiss Cheese on a Kaiser Roll (double the meat). He takes the the sandwich back to the stern of the ship. Looking out, he muches away on one of the cut halfs. Once done, he takes out his tiny hand-held 2-way radio, and tries to call Hondo. At 3 watts, and a couple of hundred miles at sea, the possibility of the radio signal reaching Hondo is very remote. At best, Hondo would recieve a signal that was more static than anything else. With no reply after a couple of minutes, Fernando puts away his radio and continues munching on the other 1/2 of his sandwich. Unfortunately, the sandwhich had gotten cold while he ate the first 1/2 and used the radio. He eats it anyway. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo was woken up by a crackling of his radio. *what in the world?* He thought. *I don't even know why I turned it on. It has so little power, but someone may be trin' to contact me. Alex II knows I have it and knows the frequency, and maybe RR knows as well. I'm not sure if Fernando told him before he died. Or is he dead? Oh, dawg gone it! I'll never sleep now!* Hondo got up out of the stretcher he was sleeping on and grabbed the radio. *I have an idea.* He though. He grabbed an old glass tube type CB he had found in the basement of the hideout and had stashed aboard. He rewired it and hooked the radio to it. *an old trick my grandfather showed me.* He grinned to himself as he powered it up. *When he lived in Maine he could talk to Pedro in Mexico city and Eskimo Bill in Alaska. Maybe I can pick up RR's ship and find out if anythin' big is goin' on there.* He was satisfied with his work, but still tired. Hondo turned it on to the radio frequency Fernando had originally gave him and laid back down on the stretcher. *Now if they need me, they can call me, and it is not too far. Probable wait again until I just fall asleep. 7 hours sleep in 4 days. could be worse I reckon.* With that in mind Hondo closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Tammy gathered the others onto a table on the side of the gallery for dinner meeting. DOS does not select anything, sits down with them. Amoung the group, there was an errie quiet settled on them. Not wanting to answer anyone, Tammy dives into her meal. Eventually, Jeanette decides to take charge and asks a question. Jeanette: Tammy, why did you bring us to this meeting? Tammy just glances upwards to Jeanette before stuffing her face with a forkful of pasta with Afredo Sauce. From behind, somebody puts a bowl of ice cream in front of DOS, then continues to walk behind the others and sits next to Dr. Aiesha. DOS: HEY! Fernando (as he sits down): Its not like you can not eat, you just dont want too. If you want to consider yourself alive you will need to enjoy some of life's treats. Everyone stares at Fernando, except for Dr. Aiesha and Tammy; Tammy prefers to stare down at her meal. Fernando: What are you guys looking at? Jeanette: You're reported to have been killed... Fernando (interupting her): First, lets keep that little fact to ourselves. Second, to some this is a game, and a person's life is no better than a pawn on the checkered board. Your life is no better than a pawn on a checkerboard; mine has already been sacrificed for this mission. So in short, what I'm trying to say is we need to put an end to this game as quickly as possible, and at the same time, play to win. Jeanette: How do you propose to do that? Fernando: Again Jeanette- to have you lead. I went out to take care of a larger target, but found a more obsticles in the way. Now, I dont want to hear that you can not do something due to fears or irrational ideas. You have options here. I brought in one more. Jeanette: I'm not flying... Fernando slaps the table hard with his left hand, denting it where he hit it. It rings almost like a bell. Fernando (almost yelling): You have options... why do you think DOS and Sinclair are here? Jeanette just stares at him, as does most of the crew enjoying their meals. Fernando: Leaders lead by example. Not by sitting scared in some office and dish out orders from behind a desk. Dr. Aiesha: Daddy...? Fernando: I know... not only have I dented the table, I've also broken several bones doing it. Fernando claws the skin on the back of his wrist, making it taut and lifting it to put on his lap. Jeanette: I'll go get the first aide kit. Fernando: Leave that chair and I'll guarentee you wont make it out that door. Jeanette: I'm not going to take threats lightly... Fernando: Its not a threat- right now as we speak, several spies on this ship are aware of your presence on this ship. They think I'm somebody else, but are willing to take you out as soon as they can. Soon can be now if you walk out of here, so I advise you to sit and stay right where you are. I have a lot to say. Jeanette: I think I want out of this then. Fernando: If it were so easy to have done so, I would have done it a long time ago. Now lets get back to this rescue operation, because this it what it is- a rescue. Sinclair: Are you going to need our services? Fernando (looking at Jeanette): Yes, as pilots. Be ready at the crack of Dawn, your LJ-60 will be ready for an early morning launch. Sinclair: Destination? Fernando: To be determined. DOS: Why? Fernando: Hondo and Alex II have lost themselves onto personal engagements within the missions and it needs to be put to an end. But I have to get their locations first; I'l lbe doing that all night. Dr. Aiesha: What about the rest of us? Fernando: Everyone has their place here, their respective duties to fulfill. I expect no one to go against orders or jepordise the mission. Everything is as of it was when we started; except Jeanette is leading now. Jeanette: What about you? Fernando (pulling a couple of report folders from his laptop bag): I have to run independent. There is a lot more to this mission that meets the eye. Fernando hands the folder to Jeanette, Dr. Aiesha, and DOS. Each cover has the title "D.A.R.Y.L Data Acquiring Roving Youth Lifeform" Dr. Aiesha: What is this? Fernando: It is all the information about Daryl, the first cyborg known to have been built in 1985. The report starts from theory, construction, programming, accidental release, supposed destruction, program shutdown, and medical records. A tall squirrel in his early to mid 30's walks over to the their table. Tall squirrel: Is there room for one more? Fernando: Grab a seat and join us... Daryl. Everyone turn to face him, not believing what they have just heard. Fernando: Everyone, this is Daryl. Daryl, this is... (as he points them out), DOS, Sinclair, Tammy, Jeanette Isabelle, and Dr. Aiesha. Daryl has been here waiting for me to make myself known to him, since he is a cyborg, he is a cyborg specailist. believe me, finding him was an impossibility... Daryl: Like you had taught me, hide in plain sight. Dr. Aiesha: To what extent will he be working with us? Daryl: I believe that I will be with the team to the cyborgs' recovery and then assist you on their medical needs. Dr. Aiesha: What extent does your plants involve? Fernando: You should not ask that froma cyborg. Daryl: Its OK, Fernando. Dr. Aiesha- my entire brain is a 3D computational construct with over 100 terabyte of solid state storage and 101.7 TFlops/sec operation, connected to the upper spinal cord to interface to the body. It is is programmed with a model of a real brain and function, and has a tiny nuclear battery to keep it running almost indefinately. The rest of me is untouched. Dr. Aiesha: An entire brain? Weren't you alive once? Daryl: That part of my past is unknown to me. Fernando: There are other cyborgs, but Daryl is closest to what I have naturally. Tammy (finally gets into the conversation): You? Fernando: Thanks to a nucleotide gene flip, I have Silver in my nerves and other parts of my body instead of Potasium, Sodium and metalic elements. Thats why I can do certain things that almost impossible for others, and yet I'm vulernable to other things... Tammy just stares back at him. Fernando: Look, I'm not a monster. Just different. Jeanette (pointing at the dent on the table): You act like it at times. Fernando: No, that was a guy thing... letting pent up anger to escape. Jeanette: Whats the difference? Fernando: Lets not get into that. We have a mission to finish... Either lead, follow or get out of the way. Problem is, two of those options were deleted, leaving you with one. Jeanette: Pray tell which one is that? Fernando: Lead. I will advise and assist while I continue other parts of the mission. Back on the Carolina, the ship's crew went into automatic pilot mode as they went about to rescue the fallen couple. They find the admiral, dead, but somehow holding onto the ship's rudder. They haul up the body and take it to their medical bay for an autopsy later. Over a day has past, the chef medical officer comes back to identify and autopsy the body, but find a ripped open body bag inside the cedavier drawer. -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - *Aboard the carrier USS Enterprise, the night passes slowly, but uneventfully, the great ship rocking gently at anchor as those few sailors that pull night shift duty traverse the decks, carrying out their tasks with long practiced ease of skill. From the railings, running lights shine out across the water, scanning the perimeter around the vessel for any sign of treachery or assault.* "One o'clock, an' alllllll's welllll!" "Quiet, nutsy! You wanna wake up the whole ship?" *Chuckling, RangerReady watches the antics of his two feathered watchmen with amusement. Traveling back to the bridge, he burrows down comfortably in the captain's chair, and tips his white and gold hat down over his eyes.* "Wake me if anything eventful happens, Lieutenant." "Aye-aye, sir." *Dozing slightly, RR goes over the events of the past several days in his mind, almost unconsciously. The battle of wills with his former superior has left him puzzled, wondering what could have possessed an officer like Donnelly, and undoubtedly those under him, to partake in such a plot. The admiral's cybernetics involvement has only deepened the mystery, the threads of which scatter themselves into the winds, and refuse to come together.* "Condition yellow! Sickbay, full alert! Condition yellow!" *Snapping to full alertness, RR leaps up from the center seat, positioning himself over the navigator's shoulder in mere seconds.* "What've we got?" "Body in the water, Captain. Crewman overboard, looks like!" "Alive?" "As far as they can tell. Well have her aboard in a minute." "Her?" *Suspicion edging at the corners of his mind, the captain takes the nearest stairwell onto the flight deck, and stands impassively as the ship's medical team slowly lower the still form to the deck. Enterprise's CMO, Doctor Nymbala, examines the injured crewman with interest. The fruit bat answers RR's unspoken question without being asked.* "Hmm...tigress. Not many of dese in de fleet, eh mon?" "Not many, at all. Come to think of it, I only know of one." "Ol' Cap'n Eddie's friend?" "You got it. How is she?" *A rough cough sounds as the tiger sits up, spitting out a mouthful of water.* "Lousy, but I'll live. Lieutenant-Commander Amanda Hasegawa, reporting, sir." "Good to meet you, Commander...although I do wish it was under less mysterious circumstances. Mind letting me in on why you decided to take a midnight swim?" *Her face contorts into a snarl, as memory begins to slowly return.* "You tell me. The last I remember, someone put a wrench to my head, and here I am." "You got a pretty good concussion dere, girl. Come down to me office, I says. We fix dat right up!" *Watching the doctor lead the new arrival belowdecks, RangerReady returns to the railing, staring out across the darkened deep. Something is stirring, and he can feel in the back of his mind that the plot is about to take a twist, somewhere or other....but where? Settling himself against the barrier, he breathes in a lungful of fresh sea air, and lets his eyes adjust to the starlight.* "Oh Lord...." *Off the port bow, the North Carolina is proceeding at full steam, making her way on a reverse course, and already operating on a considerable head start, having already grown small on the horizon.* "Red alert! All hands, shift your carcases on deck! Condition red! Move it!" _________________ 'Croikey, she said no problems!!" TeˆÝrlach mac Donnchaidh, Ridire na Ceilteach Image Image Image Image Image Image thedisneyfan23@cs.com rangerready@rescuerangershq.com http://www.rescuerangershq.com "A prayer, it seems to me, implies a promise as well as a request; at the highest level, prayer not only is a supplication for strength and guidance, but also becomes an affirmation of life and thus a reverent praise of God." --Walt Disney RRC+ R++ P++ TH(A;X;Dr;Hu;Mu;My;R;Su) ME>! I+++ CR+ Cc++d+g!!!!m++z+t+F--- Ec++g++ D M++ Zm+ GH++ L Ge+ Pc+++!!! Justitia fortitudo mea est. -------------------------------------------------- WildIrishRose - - - - - Joined: Sat Feb 10, 2007 10:02 pm Posts: 572 Location: Greer, South Carolina, USA *The captain's alert travels over the ship like lightning. Rose is startled awake and, falling out of bed, hits the floor with a soft thunk!* "RRgggghh! Charlie! Can't you ever go to sleep at a decent hour?" she shouts. Assuming he is waking her up to talk again. *As her head clears, she realizes he is not outside her door.....* "It's happened" she says to herself. *Flinging on some clothes, Rose grabs her gun belt off the chair by the door and goes running up to the deck* "Charlie! Charlie, Charlie!!! What's going on!?" she asks, nearly colliding with RR. *He quickly briefs her on the situation and points to the retreating ship.* "You mean somebody stole the North Carolina? Blast them!!" *A natural hothead, she begins shouting insults at the retreating ship* *Rosie quickly begins ramming bullets into the chambers of her Peacemakers. This time not bothering to leave the hammer chamber empty* -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then The Van Enter Pass through Torino as it get on the A-6 to Savona as alex II calling Dos* Alex II: DOS This is Alex II Tell RR That I am on My way with the Kids I am driving about 220 KM Right now so Tell them get ready for me to board on that ship and be in Savona port in 30 minnents I past Fossano right now so get there *Then he hang up the phone then look at Bink ’ÄúDon’Äôt worry We are getting there and Angelica will be save I promest too -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 36

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:39pm Fernando - - - - - [OOC] How did the USS Carolina made it from the Mid Atlantic to Genoa in under 12 - 24 hours? [/OOC] -------------------------------------------------- RangerReady23 - - - - - OOC: Well, I never did specify precisely 'where' it was...mid-Atlantic was being too general. _________________ 'Croikey, she said no problems!!" TeˆÝrlach mac Donnchaidh, Ridire na Ceilteach Image Image Image Image Image Image thedisneyfan23@cs.com rangerready@rescuerangershq.com http://www.rescuerangershq.com "A prayer, it seems to me, implies a promise as well as a request; at the highest level, prayer not only is a supplication for strength and guidance, but also becomes an affirmation of life and thus a reverent praise of God." --Walt Disney RRC+ R++ P++ TH(A;X;Dr;Hu;Mu;My;R;Su) ME>! I+++ CR+ Cc++d+g!!!!m++z+t+F--- Ec++g++ D M++ Zm+ GH++ L Ge+ Pc+++!!! Justitia fortitudo mea est. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - OCC: I'm just standin' by until I know what to do. either give me a task or I will show up in whatever I can 'borrow' whenever I feel like I am needed. I do get claustrophobic out on the ocean on a ship though. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - When the ship was put on red alert, a small monitoring device sent a signal via protocol 7; a simple signal, it just said, in effect, "Red Alert Activated". A moment later, a green wireframe outline appeared on the deck, swiftly filling out to become a bat. Trying not to get in anyone's way, it hurried to the Captain's cabin and knocked on the door. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [DELETED] OOC: The current rescue mission is going way too easy. Rico and Triela are conditioned, highly trained assassins who to different degrees are devoted to their handlers. Jean treated Rico like a tool rather than a person so it would be nothing for him to leave behind his "tool" if it was in his best interest. That plus the fact she is the only one who still remembers her previous life would make it plausible though not highly likely for her to turn on the SWA. Until that happens, Rico will take a bullet for Jean. However being left behind like a tool may cause some emotional problems for her that we as writers need to address. Hilshire, Triela's handler, on the other hand doesn't even know himself what he thinks. His indecisiveness may lead to Triela second guessing this whole thing but she would rather be with Hilshire than be rescued by us. I did not include him in "Gunslinger Bink" but in Gunslinger Girl, Mario, an ex mafia boss, was the only adult who was truly nice to Triela. If she is to be rescued, it may help if Mario is involved. Writing in Mario may change the direction of the current rescue mission but it would make it more real. Let me know what you think. -------------------------------------------------- Last edited by DOS & Arik on Sun Jul 29, 2007 2:37 pm, edited 2 times in total. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] Triela tries to rationalize what is happening and what's she doing. This goes against her conditioning in just about every way. Her devotion is to Hilshire first, the other cyborgs come second. She shouldn't even be in this van. The only thing keeping her from killing Alex II and Hondo is the fact they are taking Angelica to a hospital. Triela can only wonder what Rico is going through. Unlike herself, Rico actually has parents who are alive and has seen how Jean treats Rico.Triela thinks it's not that unreasonable for Rico to turn. All that Triela knows is that she is from Amsterdam. Hilshire, who has actually treated her decently, and the other cyborgs are all that she has, one of whom is dying. Her conditioning says she needs to be with her handler, he comes first but her friends need her help right now. In the van Triela does her best to convince herself that she is doing the right thing but her conditioning says otherwise. [\quote] Hondo is not in the van anymore. I was dropped off after a few miles. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - The North Carolina had only steamed away a few miles when all of the sudden she stopped. Her lights flickered and died. Five minutes passed...then ten, then fifteen. Meanwhile, the USS Texas had turned to pursue Carolina.. After 20 minutes, Carolina's lights came back on and she slowly came about. Her signal light flashed. "Thorpe and company in brig." A recognition code was flashed as well. On Enterprise, Ms. Hasegawa saw the code and smirked. "It is legitimate, Captain Ready. My memory is returning now...Captain Thorpe and his men slipped out of the CIC once they had fully realized that they were no longer in control of the ship. I expect that Thorpe dispatched armed men to key stations to enforce his orders. Fortunately, I took the liberty of flooding the ship's magazines. All of the propellant for the main guns is now useless." The tigress stood up, shakily. "A message to that effect needs to be sent to the Texas." Meanwhile, Texas caught up to and came alongside the smaller battleship. It appeared that a small skirmish had been fought on her decks, Eddie thought. "Ahoy, Texas!" a voice carried across the waters. "We've got some troublemakers we want to transfer to you!" Eddie stepped out onto the bridge wing of his command. "Who's that?" he called. "Lieutenant Commander James McMann, assistant chief engineer and acting captain! Thorpe got loose and caused some trouble before we rounded him up!" "Match their speed and throw a line over," Eddie instructed the officer of the deck (OOD). "And get a squad of the ship's marines up here to make sure there's no surprises." Several minutes later, the two battleships were steaming 50 feet apart, with lines between the two. Several handcuffed men were being loaded into a basket for transfer to the Texas. Eddie was personally down there to "greet" them when they arrived. "Normally I'd welcome you aboard my ship, but in this case you're anything but welcome," Eddie said as the traitors were brought aboard. "How you thought you could effectively commandeer a battleship is beyond me." "Dixon!" Thorpe spat. "You'll pay for this! You disobeyed your orders!" "Really?" Eddie asked in a half-amused tone. "You're a fine one to talk, seein' as how you've already lost your commission and are facing court-martial. For treason." "If you'd sunk Enterprise, none of that would matter!" "Buddy, I ain't gonna go around sinking historical American warships--or ANY American warships--just because some admiral has a personal vendetta. An admiral that's now dead, by the way." Eddie turned to the Marines. "Boys, take these men to the brig. Put them in separate cells as far apart from each other as possible, and guard them round the clock. And if any of 'em make the slightest move to escape, shoot 'em. I won't have traitors loose on MY ship." "Yessir!" As he was lead away, Thorpe yelled back, "You'll pay for this Dixon! You messed with the wrong people! I'll see your career ruined! Enjoy your last cruise!" "Oh, shut up and stuff it in yer windsock! I've heard better vengeance threats than that!" As Eddie turned back to survey North Carolina, a crewman ran up to him. "Message for you sir, from the Enterprise. They hauled a Commander* Hasegawa aboard, sir." "Let me see that." Eddie accepted the note from the crewman and read it. "TO USS TEXAS: COMMANDER HASEGAWA PULLED FROM OCEAN. SHE REQUESTS TO MEET WITH YOU. SHE SAYS THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW NORTH CAROLINA'S MAGAZINES HAVE BEEN FLOODED. THORPE ESCAPED THE CIC." "Alright, I'll be in the radio shack in a moment. Tell them to get ready to send a reply back to Enterprise. And get ready for another personnel transfer." "Aye, sir." [i]*OOC: Actually, I recently promoted Ms. Hasegawa, since I believe the position as gunnery officer on a battleship rates at least a Commander (O-5) grade. Anyway, she's now a Commander, proudly wearing gold oak leaf clusters (I think they're oak leafs...) instead of silver ones. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo had a short nap, but could not rest with the present unrest. He messed with the palm pilot and managed to get a short message out to the Enterprise. He let them know his present location( 5 miles west of Milan airport) and told them he was moving out, destination not not yet certain. He ended up moving the ambulance closer to town to another hidden spot and borrowing a pick-up, from a local dealer who was closed until further notice. He 'borrowed' a 4-wheel drive 1 ton Dodge cummins diesel duly w/extended cab. *nice ride, good speed and the price is right.* he thought *never knew there were dodges here, though. must have been a special order.* He took it back to the ambulance and collected his gear, radio, radio amplifier, weapons, and a few other things he thought he might need. he had retrieved his foldable helicopter before he got to town, and left it in the back of the ambulance. Hondo then drove the ambulance back to the hideout, parked it in the garage and locked up. he flew the helicopter to the truck, folded it in the back of the truck, and covered it with a tarp to keep suspicion low. He then drove out of town and headed for the coast. He was in the middle of singing the third verse of 'bury me out on the lone prairie' when his radio came to life. "Hondo, this is Enterprise, do you copy? Over." Came the voice of the radio operator over Hondo's rigged CB/two way. "Enterprise, this is Hondo. What'd y'want!" Hondo said. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Dr. Aiesha and Daryl were in the infirmary as the activity went on around them; the ship's doctor and the captain taking care of their new visitor. Soon the doctor, captain and visitor leaves after the visitor is treated for her injuries. Dr. Aiesha (as she checks and rechecks the equipment for the cyborgs): You got any of that? Daryl: All of it. Want it as an mp3 download? Dr. Aiesha (staring at Daryl in a confused manner): Just hold onto that, please. Daryl: Will do. They continue setting up the equipment, and preparing for their worst case: Angelina. Once things has quieted down, Tammy approaches Fernando's door, knocking on it. Not wanting to, Fernando takes his time getting out of bed and opens the door. Fernando (as he looks at her): Yes? Tammy (as she walks into his room): Can I have a minute with you? Fernando (as he turns on the lights to his room, then reaches for his glasses): Sure... whats on your mind? Tammy: Many things are on my mind... Fernando (interupting her): Start counting them off. Tammy: First off, why are you giving leadership to Jeanette? You are more capable than most here. Fernando: This mission has to be divided into 2 fronts. 1- rescue Bink and the girls. 2- make sure that no other faction, group or agency is going to interfere with the rescue and going home. I cant do both at the sametime. Tammy: Why Jeanette? Fernando: Because she is my medical rescue partner. Why, you have doubts about her? Tammy: I dont think she's capable of doing what needs to be done. Fernando: She can hold out on her own pretty well. Tammy: She does not act like she could. Fernando: Dont let that fool you. She is more than capable. Tammy: Why dont you take over? Fernando: Why do you want me to? Tammy: Consider it to be selfish, but I dont care about the others being saved. I just want Bink back, and am willing to pay any price for her. Fernando: Dont ever say that you'll pay any price, because when you do, you just might end up doing so. Tammy: I'm at that point now... Fernando (interupting her): Does it matter what needs to be done in order to save Bink? I mean, I had to rescue you too because others tried to collect on that reward on your bushy tail of yours. Tammy: You saved me in less time than those who were going to come in to pay that reward. Then you managed to get Bink, along with another girl... as far as I was concerened that should have been the end of that. Fernando: But yet, Bink and Claes left... to find Angelica and the others. Furthermore, their handlers and others involved with them are still a danger to Bink, the girls and to us. You really think that, lets supposed that we did take Bink home, that they would let you live long enough to be happy with Bink unmolested? No... They would have waited for a while, to observe you and Bink and then one day- you'd be found dead and Bink missing. That is what I am trying to stop, because the people we are dealing with are not nice people! Understand where I am coming from?!! Tammy sits down on the edge of the bed, putting her folded hands between her knees, and looks down at the floor. She does not answer. Fernando: So if you are so willing to pay any price, deary... be prepared to pay with your life, soul and body. But dont expect me to demand payment... regardless of what others may think of me, I do have some very high morals I strictly adhere to. Its that those morals may not be compatible with anyone elses. So my mind is clear on this- Jeanette's leading the rescue while I deal with the threats that can spring up. There will be no further discussions on this. Tammy (holding back her tears): I understand. Fernando: Good. Now I need you to leave so I can catch up on my sleep... alone! Tammy leaves the room, eventually, having this all sunk in, whether she liked it or not. Fernando did not have much time to sleep, and needs to later go to the radio and mission rooms to gather some intell. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Then Alex II Arived in Genova-Ventimiglia, Savona County as they enter into the city port as they park Alex II was looking for the ship Enterprise ’ÄúEnterprise I am in Genova-Ventimiglia port Be here now *Then he hang up* ’ÄúDon’Äôt worry they will be here’Äù - - - - - Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Tammy gathered the others onto a table on the side of the gallery for dinner meeting. DOS does not select anything, sits down with them. Amoung the group, there was an errie quiet settled on them. Not wanting to answer anyone, Tammy dives into her meal. Eventually, Jeanette decides to take charge and asks a question. Jeanette: Tammy, why did you bring us to this meeting? Tammy just glances upwards to Jeanette before stuffing her face with a forkful of pasta with Afredo Sauce. From behind, somebody puts a bowl of ice cream in front of DOS, then continues to walk behind the others and sits next to Dr. Aiesha. DOS: HEY! Fernando (as he sits down): Its not like you can not eat, you just dont want too. If you want to consider yourself alive you will need to enjoy some of life's treats. [\quote] Jeanette gets up, takes away the ice cream from DOS and calls out, "Salad for DOS, light on the dressing." Jeanette turns to Fernando. "DOS has a physical manifestation. She needs to take care of her body." [quote="Fernando"] Everyone stares at Fernando, except for Dr. Aiesha and Tammy; Tammy prefers to stare down at her meal. Fernando: What are you guys looking at? Jeanette: You're reported to have been killed... Fernando (interupting her): First, lets keep that little fact to ourselves. Second, to some this is a game, and a person's life is no better than a pawn on the checkered board. Your life is no better than a pawn on a checkerboard; mine has already been sacrificed for this mission. So in short, what I'm trying to say is we need to put an end to this game as quickly as possible, and at the same time, play to win. Jeanette: How do you propose to do that? Fernando: Again Jeanette- to have you lead. I went out to take care of a larger target. . . . [\quote] Jeanette was very matter of fact with Fernando. "No. You bailed out because you were angry and spinning it to where, of the two of us, you are taking the moral high ground. You say I've changed without taking a look at your self. I may be a control freak when it comes to round robins and I am afraid to fly a plane, hence why I wanted to be in the passenger section in the first place, but I am not out to manipulate other people nor am I using my fear of piloting to manipulate. Before you say 'Let me remove that speck of fear in your eye,' I suggest you remove the log of anger in your own eye." -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - We may have to put this project on hold. Jeanette was misrepresented and wants me to make corrections in "Gunslinger Bink: Edited Edition" which would mean a lot of major rewrites which could in turn affect our current status. A hold on the project would mean less I would have to rewrite. I do not look forward to major rewrites. That is a lot of work so I'm not going to just jump into this. I need feedback. Also, has anyone else been misrepresented by other writers? -------------------------------------------------- Aiesha - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] Jeanette was very matter of fact with Fernando. "No. You bailed out because you were angry and spinning it to where, of the two of us, you are taking the moral high ground. You say I've changed without taking a look at your self. I may be a control freak when it comes to round robins and I am afraid to fly a plane, hence why I wanted to be in the passenger section in the first place, but I am not out to manipulate other people nor am I using my fear of piloting to manipulate. Before you say 'Let me remove that speck of fear in your eye,' I suggest you remove the log of anger in your own eye." How can you say that when every post you made here was to counteract everything that he has written here that made you and anyone else look good? This is not about your or your fears, but as a character doing good even though you may not do these things in real life. I am not be a real doctor yet in real life, but I am in this story. You need to learn how to separate fantasy from reality, or psychologically speaking- your world will crash around you again when what you believe to be real falls apart and you have nothing to hold on to but yourself. Fernando does not need to manipulate anyone into anything, especially when there are so many willing to do so, and do it without your realization. I may not be privy to what he has done during his cloak and dagger days, but knowing the person who my father is, I am sure that he is more capable of actually manipulating anyone he so pleases better than anything Ian Flemming had ever written. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - I don't understand why there was an argument in the first place. I think Jeanette was quite clear in her character profile: "I continue to learn about aviation though I have never stepped foot onto anything smaller than a commercial jetliner since the crash; I will not step foot into a cockpit again." Could that have been made even more clear? Well, I don't know. Either way, we have a character profile thread for a reason. Writers, please read it. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] I don't understand why there was an argument in the first place. I think Jeanette was quite clear in her character profile: "I continue to learn about aviation though I have never stepped foot onto anything smaller than a commercial jetliner since the crash; I will not step foot into a cockpit again." Could that have been made even more clear? Well, I don't know. Either way, we have a character profile thread for a reason. Writers, please read it. [\quote] Considering that her character post was made long after the orginal post of having her flying, this point is moot. Like I said, as a leader, she has options. I pointed out those options. If she wants power and glory without responsibility, then so be it, the post to follow will have her in more trouble than that destroyer captain that shot down the civilian Airbus 320 back in the first Gulf War. So in following, since I can't control the actions of others, then so be it. Let the story continue. -------------------------------------------------- - - - - - -End Page 37

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:39pm DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Like I said, as a leader, she has options. [\quote] Jeanette didn't even want to be a leader. [quote="Fernando"] If she wants power and glory without responsibility, then so be it. . . . [\quote] Jeanette does not want the power and the glory. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - OCC: Come on folks! grow up a little. If we all wrote in perfect context with or life history or with our fears we would not go far, because you don't change history or fears without actually doin' somethin'! I try to write close to my person, but granted, my character is better than myself. I also have never killed anyone. I would in a New yorker minute if my friends( the very few there are) and/or family was threatened, believe you me. I also can't legally fly yet, I don't own all the weapons I talk about(only about half). I also like bein' on roofs, but I am a little scared of heights. I could not jump off a two story buildin' without a dang good reason. (now a day, maybe one story, but . . .) I am a good shot, I dress the same , talk the same, but until I'm put , in life, through a situation like that, that is not me! So quite the whinin'! So what, J.I., you may never step in a cockpit again. That is your problem, but your character steppin' into a cockpit is not a crime against you. Maybe I should throw a fit too! Fernando implied that I liked roast beef, I DON'T. I have eaten so much of the stuff, I now only like it burnt. I am a hamburger eater. RR said, he was taken out of character when it was written that he shouted at a friend. Well he doesn't know for sure, under stress of that soart that he wouldn't. Big deal. I sing falsetto every once in a while, that might not be my usual character, but you don't always act the same as usual in real life!! So before this ventin' of my frustrations turns into a novel, let's all us just settle down, grow up, except different things, play nice, stop poutin', etc. I am tryin' to take this all serious like, but this is horse manure. Folks, We need to stop gettin' bent out of shap at little things and move on! And I want to also say, that I appreciate Fernando's directin' this here mission. We might not be pals, but I have a respect for him out of this. I have enjoyed this, and would it was real and Fernando lead it the same. But this is puttin' a damper on it for everyone1 so let's get back to it and enjoy to the end. One last thing. Even if someone took me out of context, I would PM them, not make a deal out of it in front of everyone. Little things I'd just ignore, because why hurt someones feelin's or angrer them over a little detail? If we all thought of the other person first this would not happen. oK. I'm done for now. I'll step off my soap box. Let's just all be friends and get to 'er! -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - As game master of this round robin I have made some decisions. The part where Jeanette co-piloted the 737 from America to Italy will stand. The part where Jeanette removed Fernando's protective eye wear, causing him to go temporarily blind, will stand as well. All arguments over Jeanette stepping in the cockpit again and leading is non cannon. Everyone, carry on as if those arguments never occurred. This may mean that we may have to go back to July 20 on page 31, before this current mess started, and restart from there. That would mean that Jeanette never threw Tammy overboard, and Fernando never killed the admiral. Here is the last post made we will be working with: [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] Hondo was a little unsure what to do. *guns blazin' will not work here again!* he thought. "Well, I need to let Fernando know what's goin' on, then we'll talk." Hondo said as he pulled out his palm pilot. "Fernando is not coming to help?" Claes asked. "He is in enough trouble, now. You two leavin' will not help him any." hondo said as he sent a quick message. "Well the Boss squirrel man should receive that soon. In the mean time, what are we goin' to do?" Hondo said out loud to no one, but more to hear himself. "We have to convince Rico to come with us, save Olga and get angelica out of hear." Bink said. "But we need a miracle too . . ." Hondo stop short as he heard the whop, whop of a helicopter. "What that matter?" Claes asked as Hondo eye started to twinkle and a half smile crossed his face. "I think I hear a Miracle." He said. "No, thats a Helicopter." Bink said. "Yes, it is. A medivac Copter at that, with long range tanks. The type of copter that could fly a sick little gunslinger to a ship without harm." Hondo said as his eyes lighted up looking a fiery sapphire blue instead of his usual cold steal blue. "Time to git dangrous!" he said. "you to can handle Rico and tranq. her handler, right?" "Yes." they said in unison. "Without being seen." Claes added "But can you two convince her to come with us?" Hondo asked. "I know we can. After what Tammy and Fernando has told us, I know we can convince her that there is a better way to live." Bink said. "OK, but you two may need weapons." Hondo said. "But can I trust you two to use them only if you have to?" Hondo asked. "Yes, sir." They said in unison. "Good, and don't call me sir!" Ho0ndo said. I'll be right back. Hondo left them and returned in 20 minutes with food and a box. "Here you two, eat up." Hondo said."Sorry, but I have no new pistols. I only use older models." He gave each of them one of his .36 cal. walsh navy 12 shots and kept the .50 cal. dragoon and the .45 la'matte for himself. "also for each of you, I brought a bullet proof jacket and a tranquilizer dart pistol and a few pen/darts a piece. Use these if you can, but if you can't then use the pistols." Hondo said. "We'll wait an half an hour, then you two take care of Rico and I'll get Olga then sedate Angela and trick a couple Paramedic into helpin' me get them to the copter. either of you been trained to fly a copter?" He asked. "Yes, both of us have." Bink said. "Good! you two have to be to the copter in two and one half hours. I am going to set a few C4 charges to keep them busy when we take off." Hondo said as he gathered his stuff and got ready to leave. "Don't be late!" "We won't be." Claes said. Hondo nodded and stepped out the door closing it behind him. *Here we go again!* he thought as he crept through the night. [\quote] Hondo -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - OCC:Ok, here we go again. I am movin' a few of my posts that were done after the fact since they do not include any hint to the problem aboard the Enterprise Hondo left to do his work he listen to the girls talk, via a hidden mic. "Well, Rico is close by, I know, but getting Triela and Olga will be trouble some." said Bink. "I heard Olga is been captured, so we will need Rico's help." Claes said. "And we need Olga to talk Triela into coming with us." Bink said. "but it will take hours to get them. We'll just leave Hondo a note." "Nobody's leaving Hondo a note!" Hondo growled. The girls spun around, pistols in hand. Hondo had turned around an came back as soon as he realized what was going on, and, being lost in thought, neither of the girls heard him answer the door. "You might as well shoot! Not tellin' me all this definitely is like shootin' me in the back!" Hondo said as he shut the door and sat in a chair in front of them and gazed between the two with a look of steal. They holstered their pistols and and sat down again, they looked at the floor. "Sorry." They said together. "Why in tarnation didn't you two tell me, before I left to sign my own death note. . . Don't tell me. . . You thought I would say no, eh?" "Yes." Bink said. "We didn't mean to put you in danger." "It is amazing. Two girls as smart as you two, who have proved you can think for yourself, how could you. . . oh never mind. Ok change of plan. You two get Rico and meet me at copter I will have Angelica. Then after you all get to saft I will work on gettin' Olga out. DANG! I could use a good blind Flyin' squirrel, But I'll make do. You two ready?" Hondo said. "Yes Sir!" They said. "right, and do not call me sir. Makes me feel . . . old. Let move out than, and oh, by the way. Promise me you two will let me know first next time." "We promise." They said together. "Alrighty, then. Let's get this wagon train a movin'!"Hondo said "What wagon train?" asked Bink. "just an expression, kid. Let move, now!" Hondo said as they moved quickly out the door to do their separate tasks. Hondo places a few explosives around the Hospital, but not in the Hospital itself. He saw walked behind the Girls a good ways off until they were out of the open, then continued his work. Hondo set most of the charges to go off at a single frequency, but a few a a different one to insure he got out with the ambulance. They had lost time earlier so the girls only had 1 hour and 45 minutes to do their work. Hondo finished up with an hour left. He when to find info on Angelica. *I need another easy disguise.* He thought.*Ah,ha!* Hondo spied an unused lab coat hanging in a locker room and slipped it over his EMT uniform. With that he went to the nurses station to get the info. He found it fast and nobody noticed him as other sifts, who never usually worked together, were still there as there were not enough staffed per shift to handle this crisis. After Hondo gathered the info he 'borrowed some meds and equipment they might need, until help arrived. He stashed them aboard the copter, using the excuse to the guards that he was restocking the supplies on board. *dumb guard. never teach 'um what they really need to know. staff never resupplies copters.* Hondo thought as he returned to the fith floor and Angelica's room. He read over her charts again as he walked, *This poor kid needs help bad! I'm afraid I'll lose her without medical help, but the other girls will not leave without her.* Hondo walked to a medical cart and pulled out a heavy sedation med. *good thing she has an I.V.* He thought. He injected the med into the I.V. tube without a problem as Angelica was sleeping, but things were going to smooth. "Excuse me, sir. What are you doing?" an extremely U.S. type southern accent asked. *man, that voice is familiar, but who?* Hondo thought. he had a gun in his right pocket, so he turned around toward the left to hide the movement of his hand that was grabbing the gun. He turned with gun in hand. A very familiar Red headed mouse stood in front of Hondo. She dropped what she had in her hand and gasped. "Hondo!" She squeaked. "Step in, Red, and shut that door quietly!" Hondo hissed. The frightened nurse did as she was told. "What are you doing here!" she demanded. "Isn't it obvious!" He snapped. " But why. . ." She started. "Don't start that ' of all the Hospitals in all the world' junk." He said. "You still are mad at me." She stated. "Well, Red, You don't forget a heart break that easily, especially one that betrays you to his worst enemy, has his family taken prisoner to make him hand himself over, and when he does, he finds out that the one he though was his girl, did the Judas thing then becomes that creeps Girl friend!" Hondo snarled. "You know I did it to save my brother. We were friends! why can't we get that behind us. I apologized!" Red said. "We were more than friends, once. never again, Red. I don't trust you, but I need help, and you have seen me." Hondo said. "Help?" Red asked. "Yes, I am takin' this little gal with me, and I need you to keep her alive." Hondo said. "She is on no condition to be moved. you can't take her! I'm getting security!" Red said and turned toward the door. she stopped suddenly as Hondo cocked his .50 cal. Dragoon. "To many lost there lives last time because of you. I have no qualms about blowin' you away. you will go and help, or got to a lot hotter place!" Hondo said. She turned and looked at Hondo with tears in her eyes. *The shame I have brought myself. I can not even run from it by leaving the U.S. It followed me in the form I most feared.* She thought. She looked back at the floor and walked over to the sleeping girl and prepared her to leave. "I hope the other girls are doin' alright." Hondo thought out loud. "What other girls?" Red asked. "You'll find out soon enough. just keep quiet. You think I am mean. They will shoot you if you look at then sideways and they take it wrong." Hondo said and turned to the window. Bink and Claes had it easy. Rico's handle had left her at an abandoned apartment to go get food and other supplies before moving out to a better hiding spot a lot further away. Talking her into joining them was a snap, all they had to say was 'rescue Olga from jail', but getting her to help subdue her handle was not. finally they convince her if they did not tranqu. her handler, the handler and herself would be killed, but if she was gone her handler could escape easier and they would have no evidence to hold her handle on charges until after her handler had made it out of the country. Rico finally gave in to that, but only if she could write a coded note to her handler explaining why she left and the uselessness of following. *I hope her handler takes her note to heart.* Bink thought. *for all of our sakes.* The handler came back and they all jump him as soon as he entered the door. He had no time to react. Bink had the Handler out with a tranqu. pen. and was ready to leave in seconds. Rico put the note in her handlers pocket. "Thank you for taking care of me, but it is time I go, time for all of us to go, and try to live normal lives." She whispered with tears in her eyes. She grabbed her own pistol and ran to the other two who were waiting for her. "We don't have much time left! we have to get the guartds at the helo pad before Hondo gets out!" Claes said. There were only three guard there when they arrived. Claes gave Rico a pen/dart and then the three of them split up. The guards were night blind from the helo pad lights so they did not see the three girls sneak up behind them, but it would have mattered little as they saw nothing for several hours after. together they drug the three unconscious guard off into the shadows and waited for Hondo, but they did not wait long. For Hondo and a red headed nurse soon were seen making their way to the pad. Hondo turned from his vigil at the window and said, "It's time." He then threw off the lab coat, so his EMT uniform showed again. He helped Red get her onto the copter transport cot and strapped her down. "One false move from you, Red, and I promise you that you'll be dead before me." Hondo said. Red just nodded and cleaned her face, to not show the tears. "What will you do with me after?" She asked. "If you promise to behave, I'll just have most of the details of this excursion erased from your mind and will turn you lose. all you will 'think' that you remember is that you were kidnapped by Terrorists, then set free after they realized you were of little use to them." Hondo said. "I'll be good. I promise." Red said. "Just like you promised to always be there for me?" Hondo asked. "your word better mean a whole lot more now than they did then." Hondo signaled for her to get moving. they moved out to the helo pad without any problem. as they approached the helicopter Hondo saw the girls approaching. *right on time.* He thought. *now for the hard part.* As Hondo got the girls aboard the copter and got red situated by Angelica he handed Bink a note. the note contained directions to the hideout and what to do with the copter. Bink hopped in pilot seat and started the engine, Rico was copilot, and Claes guarded Red to make sure she took care of Angelica. "Take off!" Hondo yelled as he jumped on the landing gear and held on to the door. Sirens went off as the hospital security realized that the copter was being 'borrowed'. As they rose into the air security guards and police ran out to the helo pad and fired at them. they were bad shots and the copter was rising too hight to be a good target. As the copter headed out, Hondo hit a button on the remote in his pocket that set off most of the charges. "Head toward the air port!" Hondo shouted. Bink swung the craft at the air port where many fighter craft were busy getting ready to take off and hunt the copter. When they got close enough Hondo hit another button on the remote that set off all the airport charges, including the ones that were attached to the nose gear of the fighters. "Head back." Hondo yelled to Bink. She gave him a weird look but did as he ordered. As they flew back an unexpected copter flew at them. "Keep at them." Hondo yelled. Bink stone-facedly kept going strait at the craft. When we get close spin 90 degrees." Hondo yelled. Hondo pulled out his .50 cal dragoon and cocked it. When they got close they saw the machine guns in the copter ready to fire on them. *bounty hunters.* Hondo thought. *but not for long.* (To be continued) -------------------------------------------------- Last edited by Hondo I. Sackett on Mon Jul 30, 2007 4:52 pm, edited 1 time in total. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - OOC: Let quit this bickering and continue with the story. Arik, what you do with the rewrite is on you. Fernando wakes up at 5am and makes his to Captain RR and to the comminications room. There he requests to send a message to Hondo at a predetermined frequency. Code: Hondo: Gather the girls and bring them to the 737BBJ at the airport by 7:30am. I'll be there for pick up; we're going home. Attach Angelina to as much portable monitoring equipment as you can, especially to the box that beeps loudly. Another message is sent to Alex II. Code: Alex II: Wrap up the mission, we're going home. From the commincations room, Fernando and the captain make their way to the aircraft hanger & maintenence area to check on the learjet. The chief mechanic was inspecting the work done on the craft as Fernando and the captain enter the passenger section of the plane. Fernando points at the rear set of seats on the aircraft's left side. Fernando: I'll need these 2 rows removed to make room for a hosptial gurney. Can your guys get it done before take off? Captain RR: My boys have not failed me yet. Consider it done. Fernando: Thank you. One more thing. Captain RR: What is it? Fernando (writes a messge on his paper pad and hands it to the captain): If anyone flying the 737BBJ does not give you that code, shoot it down. Captain RR: Expecting trouble? Fernando: More than you could find on the Midnight Expressl. Captain RR: I see... We'll keep an eye out for it. Fernando: Again. Many thanks. I have to gather the others together. Captain RR: When can I expect you back? Fernando: Hmmm... if you dont hear from me in lets say 12 hours from landing in Milan, expect the worst. Do not go after us, just go home and safeguard the convoy. May Italy burn to ashes... Captain RR: A bit extreme, isn't it? Fernando: We're dealing with extreme people here. For a moment, they stand in silence. Fernando: Alright Captain, you have my blessings. I'll see you, hopefully soon. Captain RR: See you soon. Fernando goes to his room and sends a message to CCC: Code: CCC; Beware, the admiral might be dead, but his cybernetics may have their own intellengence, and might still pose as a threat. Last message I received was that the Admiral's body is missing from the Carolina's morgue. After sending the message, Fernando writes up small missions folders before taking a slight rest and then to reporting for breakfast at 6:00am. He sits down to a steak & egg breakfast with all the fixings, which he wolfs down as quickly as possible. There was not even time to taste the food. He was done before the others start to gather for their breakfasts. Fernando walks onto the deck with an ice chest with medical crosses and "Transplant Material" on it, where the Learjet was waiting for them in the parking area. The ground crew gives it their final OK before signing the airplane to Fernando. Fernando walks around the aircraft, giving his inspection, both inside and out. As requested the last 2 left rear seats have been removed for the gurney that would hold Angelica. Fernando leaves the plane as it is being moved to be fuelled for the trip. He waits by the side as the others begin to approach them. He stand up to them and hands them each a folder, except for Jeanette. Fernando (to Jeanette): Are you flying or not? Jeanette: We been through this before. Fernando: As a passenger. Jeanette: I'll fly, as a passenger. Fernando: You intend to lead? According to Arik, you're not. Jeanette: I'm here, aren't I? Fernando: That may not be enough. We need to go in, get the girls and get out. Jeanette: Whats the ice chest for? Fernando: This is where you play your part in this cloak & dagger. Its full of ice with a veal's heart in it. Anyone stops you for any reason, you show them Angelica in the gurney and the heart in ice and yell at them about they getting in the way of an emergency transplant surgery. Customs and Security, once they see the heart, will let you go by. Make sure you and the others are wearing your EMT uniforms. ... .. . (Awaiting Jeanette's post to this). -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Fernando goes to his room and sends a message to CCC: Code: CCC; Beware, the admiral might be dead, but his cybernetics may have their own intellengence, and might still pose as a threat. Last message I received was that the Admiral's body is missing from the Carolina's morgue. [\quote] Considering that, as a consequence of the reset (temporal stability being undermined, perhaps?) the Admiral's death had never happened, the AI was completely mystified by the message. (OOC: Considering that this is Arik's thread, I feel that it is only polite to reset should Arik find said resetting necessary. If you insist on letting your last post stand, the only immediate reply you get will be Code: To which admiral do you refer? ) -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - OCC: slightly confused. are we going back a little and rewritin' or goin' on? I am fine either way. technically you could rewrite how Fernando escaped from the ship and found the admiral. That would save time, but that is up to y'all. Just let me know. standin' by. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Fernando, quit waiting my time and yours. This is non cannon. I am having to clean up a big mess because two long time friends can't get along anymore. The small quibble which resulted in a divorce only had a small impact on the story and it was able to keep on going. Ever since Jeanette threw Tammy overboard this whole team, the mission and the story have been falling apart. We are therefore reverting to just before Jeanette threw Tammy overboard. Fernando, we have agreed that time machines will not be used in this story but you used yours to transport your self to a different point in space. Since we are on the subject I think we need two new rules: 1. None of us twenty-something Rescue Rangers are allowed to die in this story. If any of you wish to be out of this story, your character can be hospitalized for the duration of this mission, sit around and do nothing, or whatever you choose. 2. If a writer does not want their character to lead, no other writer is allowed to make that character lead. Since we are going back a few pages, I suggest we make the rescue of Rico and Triela more real which I know sounds like a difficult task. After all Angelica, Rico and Triela escaped from their rescuers with guns blazing resulting in one confirmed death. Rico and Triela are not going to give up just because their friends Bink and Claes tell them to. I propose a simple way to keep it real, bring along an adult that Rico and Triela can trust. If anyone can HELP convince Rico and Triela to leave the SWA it would be Olga though with Triela she may need even more convincing. Fernando, I am doing everything I can to clean up this mess that you and Jeanette created. If that is not enough credentials for a leader you so need, then I don't know what is. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] OCC: slightly confused. are we going back a little and rewritin' or goin' on? I am fine either way. technically you could rewrite how Fernando escaped from the ship and found the admiral. That would save time, but that is up to y'all. Just let me know. standin' by. [\quote] We are resetting the story just before Jeanette threw Tammy overboard. Fernando is just being stubborn. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - OCC: Arik, I had Bink and Claes convince Rico to come on the grounds that we would together get Olga out of the klink. She came under protest, but liked Olga enough to trust us. Is that not ok? -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] OCC: Arik, I had Bink and Claes convince Rico to come on the grounds that we would together get Olga out of the klink. She came under protest, but liked Olga enough to trust us. Is that not ok? [\quote] How you used Bink and Claes to convince Rico to come with them is fine. Rico is not the real challenge, Triela is, which is why we need Olga. Olga actually wants to help the girls and Triela trusts her. If you would like some assistance with Olga's dialog, or whatever, let me know. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - OOC: Okay, near as I can gather, at the point we've gone back to, Admiral Donnelly is not dead (yet) and is still on US soil (since he never was aboard the North Carolina, the North Carolina is still in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, though her crew (led by Commander Hasegawa) has risen up and taken command from the traitorous Captain Thorpe and his cronies (who have locked themselves in the CIC), and the USS Montana is still about two days away, transiting the Persian Gulf and the Suez Canal. Okay, here goes...[/OOC] Eddie surveyed the report that Commander Hasegawa had sent him. The matter of the USS North Carolina still had to be dealt with. Her captain was still locked in the ship's CIC and refusing to come out, even after hearing of Donnelly's removal from command. That was somewhat understandable, of course, since Captain Thorpe was going to be charged with treason. The matter was further complicated by the fact that the Texas and her battle group couldn't leave station: there was still a rescue mission going on in Italy. And though the CIA didn't like it, Texas had been authorized by the Pentagon to assist in the operation. So instead, the loyal crewmen on Carolina were steaming towards the Mediterranean at a steady 20 knots. In addition, the USS Montana, Texas's sister ship, was steaming up from the Persian Gulf through the Suez Canal. However, she would not arrive for another day, since passage through the canal was limited to 8 knots. Once she arrived, Montana would be able to augment Texas's firepower, and allow the battle group to more readily deal with any trouble from North Carolina. Eddie did not expect much trouble from the commandeered battleship, since her fighting ability had been all but neutralized. All that her traitorous captain could control directly from the CIC was her missiles, and Ms. Hasegawa was already on her way to making sure that those would be cut off, too. So it was yet again that Eddie found himself in a waiting game. He could do nothing to help Hondo on his rescue mission; gunfire from the giant battleship would only exacerbate the situation. He did not know if there were further rogue Navy ships out there, waiting to pounce on Enterprise, so he could not leave to go challenge North Carolina directly. Once again, the vulpine captain found himself up on the conning bridge, on the 09 level, staring out across the Mediterranean Sea at the coast of Italy. He looked over to Enterprise. Midnight was getting ready to fly the explosive laden Italian P-51D off of the carrier. Eddie wished him the best of luck. There goes a guy with some serious guts, he mused. As he looked across the battle group that surrounded the battleship, Eddie thought he saw a figure sitting atop the USS San Jacinto's flag bridge. Evidently I'm not the only one who needs a quiet place to think once in a while, he thought. The droning of a propeller brought Eddie's attention back to Enterprise as Midnight took off from the deck. The vintage warbird was catapulted off the carrier's deck and into the air. Midnight turned the plane away from the battle group and flew off to the west, towards Corsica. Eddie saluted the plane quickly as it flew by, and then went back inside Texas's conning tower. ******** "Another incoming flight, sir." Eddie looked up from a chart on the Texas's bridge. "How many this time?" "They've got 29 evacuees, sir." "Great." Since tensions had died down a bit, the USS Texas was now serving as a temporary destination for American tourists evacuated from Italy, from where they would be shipped out to the San Antonio or any of the other "refugee ships" that the Navy had brought in. Th amphibs were staying out in international waters, away from any potential danger. Eddie got up and began the journey to roughly 400 feet aft of where he was: the battleship's helicopter control platform, which jutted out from the superstructure above her Number 3 turret. This time it wasn't an SH-60 Sea Hawk that was bringing evacuees, but a Navy CH-53E Super Stallion. The Super Stallion came in at an angle, so that it could fit on the battleship's fantail. At 99 feet long, getting the bird onto Texas was somewhat tricky. The ship's aftermost turret, Turret 4, had been rotated so that the guns pointed to sea. This was necessary to make room for the chopper. The rotor wash from the CH-53 was evident on the water as it approached the battleship. Eddie had to hold onto his hat to keep from losing it.The pilot set it down gently on the ship's fantail and shut down the Stallion's three GE turboshaft engines, which made the wind buffeting Eddie and the crewmen on station cease. Four crewman went out to meet the CH-53. The doors opened, a flight crew member stepped out, and began helping the frightened and confused tourists out of the aircraft. Eddie climbed down the stairs and onto the main deck of the Texas and went out to meet those coming aboard. "Welcome to the battleship USS Texas," he said. "I'm Captain Dixon. You'll stay here for a little while before we send you out to one of the amphibious assault ships. I'm not going to lie to you, it's not going to be too comfortable on board. But we'll give you a good hot meal and a place to stay for a bit." "You should know that we are still operating under wartime conditions, so you'll need to do what you're told. You can't just wander around freely." The group of tourists nodded. "Any of y'all that need medical attention will be taken care of right away. Everyone else, these men will escort you to one of the mess halls." The ragtag group of tourists trudged away, led by several crewmen. A few were bandaged up a bit, and sent to the ship's infirmary. Fortunately, no one was too seriously injured. After watching the evacuees go below decks, Eddie turned and made his way back to the bridge. The Super Stallion would stay on the battleship's fantail until the group was ready to be sent to one of the amphibs. Meantime, the captain was needed elsewhere. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [Multi-post] Last edited by Severe Weather Eddie on Mon Jul 30, 2007 6:08 pm, edited 1 time in total. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [Multi-post] Last edited by Severe Weather Eddie on Mon Jul 30, 2007 6:06 pm, edited 1 time in total. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [Multi-post] Last edited by Severe Weather Eddie on Mon Jul 30, 2007 6:04 pm, edited 1 time in total. - - - - - -End Page 38

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:39pm Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - OCC:yah, I thought that was to easy too, but I was not in control of that part. Yes, need much help. I can do myself and a little of other characters, but not sure where to go with dialog I hope Fernando does help too. I know he doesn't want to redo, but we did go off trail quite a bit. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [Multi-post] Last edited by Severe Weather Eddie on Mon Jul 30, 2007 6:10 pm, edited 1 time in total. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [Multi-post] Last edited by Severe Weather Eddie on Mon Jul 30, 2007 6:12 pm, edited 1 time in total. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - OOC: I am already ahead of the program and am going to give this story an end. What you all do to fix the temporal anomaly is on you. OOC2: I'm going to reread the admiral's fight and CCC's rescue attempt, and lets see. OOC3: Doing rewrites in the middle of the story will destroy it. Its better to finish it and then rewrite it. This is what happened to UQ & T's Excellent Adventure. T&P [Time and Placement]: 6am, on the deck of the Enterprise. DOS, Sinclair and Tammy are in the learjet going over their orders; waiting for Fernando and/or Jeanette to arrive inside and continue onwards. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] OOC: I am already ahead of the program and am going to give this story an end. What you all do to fix the temporal anomaly is on you. [\quote] If you are referring to the vengeful ending you wrote last night, it is nothing but shear spite and it will show how immature you can be. Is that the impression you really want to present? If you intend to go through with it, why not give us the spoiler now? I'm sure everyone will be thrilled to read it. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - OCC:(I can be seen at this moment bangin' head against wall) :evil: - - - - - DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] OCC:(I can be seen at this moment bangin' head against wall) :evil: [\quote] May I please join you? -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - OCC: by all means. plenty of wall space. (bang, bang, bang. . .) -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] OOC: I am already ahead of the program and am going to give this story an end. What you all do to fix the temporal anomaly is on you. [\quote] If you are referring to the vengeful ending you wrote last night, it is nothing but shear spite and it will show how immature you can be. Is that the impression you really want to present? If you intend to go through with it, why not give us the spoiler now? I'm sure everyone will be thrilled to read it. [\quote] Dont rub the lamp too hard, or you just might get your wish. OOPs- too late: http://www.planetfurry.com/~elfen/EndOfGsB.html You wanted something real, I gave it my all to produce it. In short, how is end is on you; leave loose ends like you so want to in order to make it easy- that ending I proposed last night will be the ending you create. Yes, you argued that the SWA is too poor and weak to undo their own mistakes. That can be said of any government agency. But then you steal their tools, there will be consquences to be paid, and they are fitting the bill. So in just doing; rescuing Bink is not the answer, they will go after Tammy and whom ever is with her a the time to get her back or destroy her. Rescuing all the girls is only part of the solution, but also the one tiny thing you keep forgetting is that the SWA must be shut down pernamently, or else- like I told you last night: [quote] You cant kill a Hydra by chopping it up into little pieces, that only causes more hydras to grow from the pieces. You have to kill the hydra by other means (poison) and make sure that it is entirely dead, or another hydra will grow back from the piece that remains living. [\quote] OK, thats not an exact word-for-word quote... but its in the chat logs if you want me to dig it up. So End Game Solution: Rescue the girls; arrest, kill or otherwise eliminiate the adult members of the SWA; Sanction Italy for allowing it to happen for so long. Everyone here is playing according to the rules. Everyone has done their best according to their roles. I can not ask anything more of that of the players. But I am not so willing to bend the rules for one player in order to satisy him or her. We might as well go home and say that we rescued Bink, and drink and brag about stories that never happened. Or we can try to do it. So far, of the above: Italy's being sanctioned for its crimes. Most of the SWA members are under arrest, with a couple still on the loose. 2 of the girls were rescued until somebody decided to take them off ship... As it is, it continues to an end. I proposed 1 ending, that will happen if you allow it to happen. There can be no loose ends, and there will be no loose ends. That is how I am playing it. How are you playing it? While you can, rent out Cloak & Dagger - - - - - DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] OCC:yah, I thought that was to easy too, but I was not in control of that part. [\quote] Yes, need much help. I can do myself and a little of other characters, but not sure where to go with dialog I just now came up with an idea of how to play it out. Give me some time to work with it. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] But I am not so willing to bend the rules for one player in order to satisy him or her. [\quote] It's not one player, it's two players. I'm doing what I can to clean up this mess because two of my friends can't get along with each other. Edit: Yes I am interested in taking down the entire SWA with the exception of Olga but we can't do that until two players come to an agreement of sorts. -------------------------------------------------- Last edited by DOS & Arik on Mon Jul 30, 2007 9:17 pm, edited 1 time in total. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Then Alex II Arived in Genova-Ventimiglia, Savona County as they enter into the city port as they park Alex II was looking for the ship Enterprise ’ÄúEnterprise I am in Genova-Ventimiglia port Be here now *Then he hang up* ’ÄúDon’Äôt worry they will be here’Äù [\quote] OOC: THAT was my POST I we are wating to be pick UP at Genova-Ventimiglia Port TELL EDDIE OR RR GET HERE NOW! GESE Man wating for you :x - - - - - Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] OCC:yah, I thought that was to easy too, but I was not in control of that part. [\quote] Yes, need much help. I can do myself and a little of other characters, but not sure where to go with dialog I just now came up with an idea of how to play it out. Give me some time to work with it. [\quote] OK. Let me know what you decide. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] But I am not so willing to bend the rules for one player in order to satisy him or her. [\quote] It's not one player, it's two players. I'm doing what I can to clean up this mess because two of my friends can't get along with each other. [\quote] You left out the part that they are 'friends' too. I don't have friends in this world. mostly because my definition of friend is a little different. A friend is a person you can and have told everythin' about yourself, good and bad. and after you do they say "I like you even better now. not because of what you did or who you are, but because I know you better." That person, that friend, you can trust with that info as they will never repeat it. they will help you if you are in trouble no matter what they have got goin', you can trust your life to them, when you are havin' a bad day you can trust them to give you your needed space, and if you don't like somethin' ( like bein' written about a certain way) they will change it and try to make sure that it will not happen again. Too bad I don't see folk around here actin' like that. I like y'all and consider you good acquaintances, but further has yet to be proved. For you who know each other well an see each other face to face, it should be easier to know each other and work out differences, so why in blazes do you need to argue here? We need to go on, but actin' like friends, not enemies. I don't know 'bout y'all, but I have enough enemies as it is without findin' more. Let's do this thing together! lets not be vengeful. Let's kick some Italian bad guy's hinnies! -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - OOC: Okay, here's another repost. The take-off part has already been covered by Eddie, so here's my arrival on the island. Another thing to tell about the Propriano (LFKO) airfield is that it is closed over the night. But the lone pilot in the shiny vintage craft would land there even if they covered the runway with barbed wire. This was what the one controller realizes when he enters the airfield in the early morning. The sun has begun to rise, but it is still so low that it doesn't shine over Corsica's hills and onto the west coast yet. This in turn means that an approach to a dark and closed airfield without illumination against the rising sun looks like an awfully bad idea. And still, the silver bird keeps coming closer, meanwhile close enough to enable the canine on the airfield to see the landing gears. Whoever this is, he is serious. And this is no Cessna and no Piper either, this thing is so fast he'd never be in the tower to guide the pilot in time, so why not stay outside? It's not before the plane touches down on the runway 10 that it identifies itself as a warbird in Italian livery. 65 years ago, this would have meant an Italian invasion. Miniature invasion, but still. The aircraft slows down and taxis to a place to stop on the grass aside the runway. Midnight opens the canopy and takes a deep breath of Corsica's seaside air. He is relieved that he made it to Propriano safely. But upon seeing the controller (and probably only person in charge on the entire airfield) approach. 'Of all animals in the world,' he thinks as he sees him, 'does this guy have to be a Border Collie?!' "Excuse me," the dog says, "but this airfield is closed." "First, no, it isn't, you were here before I touched down," Midnight replies. "Second, got a better idea where to land this plane?" As he speaks, he notices that the dog in charge is already making use of his most powerful sense. He is sniffing around. "You must have some serious guts to land here with all the guns and explosives in your plane. Who and what are you, apart from a mouse?" The controller would put a gun onto Midnight's chest if he had one. But he himself feels uneasy about what he has discovered. "Um, guns? Explosives?" "I can smell them. This box here," he takes the wooden box with the Micro Uzi in it, "contains a weapon shooting live ammo. This box," he removes the other box from the plane, "contains a weapon shooting tranq ammo. I smelled the tranquilizer if you need to know. Besides," with one quick grip, he draws the gun Fernando has modified from Midnight's holster, so does this one. And the explosives are distributed all over the plane, but it wouldn't take me much time to find them, trust me. Besides, the aircraft's cannons are loaded, too." "Wow, that's one amazing smelling sense." "Not really. My grandfather could tell from the scent of a plane flying past where they got the fuel, how much ammo they had left, and if someone from the crew had wet himself. Seemed to happen often at war." The dog chuckled. "Anyway, I'm still waiting for a plausible explanation what you're doing here on French ground with this winged bomb." "Alright, I'll tell you. I'm coming from the carrier USS Enterprise. We captured this plane, apparently someone who's working for the Italian government has sent the plane and the pilot to stop or at least severe the covert rescue operation we're on. First, he tried to shoot down the Learjet I used to fly some of the team back to the Enterprise which he refrained from when he found himself surrounded by modern fighters. Then, when he was forced to land on the Enterprise, too, he shot the plane's cannons at anything he could hit. We can be lucky he didn't get to ignite the explosives. And the last thing I know is that US Army ships were ordered to attack and destroy the Enterprise whose captain didn't want to have these amounts of explosives on his ship in case of an attack. If you don't trust me, I can try to establish a connection to the Enterprise's captain." "No, no, I trust you, no problem. And I understand that landing here, despite the bad conditions, was safer than landing on a big commercial airport." "Say... what's your name?" Midnight asks. "You can call me Marcel." "Okay, Marcel, then you can call me Martin." He pronounced the name the French way. "You do know that what I told you is secret until further notice? Is anyone else coming here today?" "Oh, from time to time, there are some small craft coming in and flying away again, but not every day, so I'm one out of only two persons in charge. The other one, Didier, will be here in half an hour. I suggest we'd better hide your plane in the hangar before he's here. He needn't know anything about it." OOC: This buys me some time to work out Didier's parts and what I'll do. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 39

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:39pm Page 40 - - - - - Fernando - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] I just now came up with an idea of how to play it out. Give me some time to work with it. [\quote] OK. Let me know what you decide. [\quote] [quote="ChatRoom Logs"] [7/30/07 23:32:28] Arik: It looks to me that the rest of us have to finish the round robin without you. ... .. . [7/30/07 23:34:15] Fernando: Have it your way, then, Arik. [/quote] Since it would be highly unfair to continue on with the things discovered along the way, then this Round Robin is hereby restarted to its beginnning; Tammy running into the cafe asking for help, with the following rules envoked: -Fernando is not there to comment, question or research Tammy or her findings. -The original mission will be as it stands; Rescue Bink only. -Fernando's idea of rescuing the girls, and shutting down the SWA will not be used, realized or otherwise envoked. -Fernando's use of resources and agencies - ie: equipment, hide outs, documentations, The UN sanctions against Italy, the arrests of the SWA members, ideas, etc - will not be used. -Any characters and references brought in by Fernando will not be used. -The Rescue Party will not be aware of what its going to be stepping into until it is too late. As they say in Burger King- Have It Your Way. Everyone starts from here: viewtopic.php?p=226312#226312 [quote="DOS & Arik"] "When were you in last contact with your family?" Fernando asked. "September of last year." Tammy answered. "It's June. Why come to us now?" "As you know, I stayed behind here in New York as Bink and my parents lived in Italy." Arik chipped in. "This is the first time I have ever met you but I have heard so much about you. As I understand it, your mom is single. Right?" "Mom got remarried." Tammy corrected. "I see." Arik continued. "That would explain why your sister and mom were in Italy." "Exactly." Tammy answered. "When I stopped receiving calls, I called them but the line was no longer in service. I sent them many letters and when I got them back, they were marked 'return to sender.' After that I did what I could to get to Italy, figure out what's going on and get back to New York." [\quote] But since I am not there- this post is now moot. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] I just now came up with an idea of how to play it out. Give me some time to work with it. OK. Let me know what you decide. [quote="ChatRoom Logs"] [7/30/07 23:32:28] Arik: It looks to me that the rest of us have to finish the round robin without you. ... .. . [7/30/07 23:34:15] Fernando: Have it your way, then, Arik. [/quote] Since it would be highly unfair to continue on with the things discovered along the way, then this Round Robin is hereby restarted to its beginnning; Tammy running into the cafe asking for help, with the following rules envoked: -Fernando is not there to comment, question or research Tammy or her findings. -The original mission will be as it stands; Rescue Bink only. -Fernando's idea of rescuing the girls, and shutting down the SWA will not be used, realized or otherwise envoked. -Fernando's use of resources and agencies - ie: equipment, hide outs, documentations, The UN sanctions against Italy, the arrests of the SWA members, ideas, etc - will not be used. -Any characters and references brought in by Fernando will not be used. -The Rescue Party will not be aware of what its going to be stepping into until it is too late. As they say in Burger King- Have It Your Way. Everyone starts from here: viewtopic.php?p=226312#226312 [quote="DOS & Arik"] "When were you in last contact with your family?" Fernando asked. "September of last year." Tammy answered. "It's June. Why come to us now?" "As you know, I stayed behind here in New York as Bink and my parents lived in Italy." Arik chipped in. "This is the first time I have ever met you but I have heard so much about you. As I understand it, your mom is single. Right?" "Mom got remarried." Tammy corrected. "I see." Arik continued. "That would explain why your sister and mom were in Italy." "Exactly." Tammy answered. "When I stopped receiving calls, I called them but the line was no longer in service. I sent them many letters and when I got them back, they were marked 'return to sender.' After that I did what I could to get to Italy, figure out what's going on and get back to New York." [\quote] But since I am not there- this post is now moot. -------------------------------------------------- *Bang, bang, bang...* (sound of head bouncin' off wall) Fernando, Fernando, Fernando. All Arik asked was to move back a few pages to just before the arguments started. most of those pages were OCC's anyway and messed up plot. I understand your frustration with bein' questioned about what you did, personally I thought J.I. should have kept quite and gone along or PMed you and asked you to change it, but that is just me. That mokey wrench you through in there with the star trek person mover, there, and the gettin' yourself killed really screwed up the planned plot. Starting completely over is not an option; growin' up is. Please don't take offense to that. as the wise man once said, "if the mighty oak does on bend with the wind, it will break." All I'm askin' ya to do is bend a little. Yes, I'm a loner, lose canon, what ever the blazes you want to call me, but I try to look out for others first, even if I don't get my way in a story. Real life doesn't go as planned, so why should a story, especially one here? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Hondo, its has been decided by Arik: [quote="ChatRoom Logs"] [7/30/07 23:32:28] Arik: It looks to me that the rest of us have to finish the round robin without you. ... .. . [7/30/07 23:34:15] Fernando: Have it your way, then, Arik. [\quote] Several lines before in the chat, Arik stated several times that I should be interned in the ship's infirmary for the rest of the mission. Again... If people are going to whine and complain about a couple of lines, and then demand for my removal, then in words that cant be said here- I will not be allowed to nor my ideas, work and character be used by others to profit from. If I want to be so disrespected here and in the chatroom service that I am running on my server - then I would rather go to a certain ex-from-heck's home and get the same treatment from her. Like I said a longtime ago- there are no Thread Alphas. Apparently, there are some who think they are. [quote="ChatRoom Logs"] [7/30/07 23:11:01] Arik: If you can't get allong with your team players then I suggest you check into the infirmery for the duration of this mission. ... .. . [7/30/07 23:23:39] Arik: If you can't follow a simple direction than I suggest that you check into the infirmary or what ever for the duration of this mission. ... .. . [7/30/07 23:32:28] Arik: It looks to me that the rest of us have to finish the round robin without you. [\quote] As it is said, so shall it be done. This Thread Is To Be Restarted As Per The Condictions I Have Stated. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Hondo, its has been decided by Arik: [quote="ChatRoom Logs"] [7/30/07 23:32:28] Arik: It looks to me that the rest of us have to finish the round robin without you. ... .. . [7/30/07 23:34:15] Fernando: Have it your way, then, Arik. [\quote] Several lines before in the chat, Arik stated several times that I should be interned in the ship's infirmary for the rest of the mission. Again... If people are going to whine and complain about a couple of lines, and then demand for my removal, then in words that cant be said here- I will not be allowed to nor my ideas, work and character be used by others to profit from. If I want to be so disrespected here and in the chatroom service that I am running on my server - then I would rather go to a certain ex-from-heck's home and get the same treatment from her. Like I said a longtime ago- there are no Thread Alphas. Apparently, there are some who think they are. [\quote] Like I said, the whinin' bothers me too. That was uncalled for. I don't have a clue what you and arik fought about, so that is between you two. but it takes two to argue. I am goin' to say this, though it will probably backfire on me, If you two were fightin' over those lines you need your heads knocked together! and about the line whinin', I believe a certain, unnamed female, EMT needs a good spankin'! fightin' like a bunch of snot nosed brats! Shameful! Well maybe everyone should just take their toys and go home then. Don't y'all see how silly ya sound? 'If you are gonna do that I'm takinm my character and goin' home and so you can't use it!' *bang, bang, bang. . .* (Continues head bangin') I'm sorry you feel that way, Fernando. I'm not tryin' to judge who is wrong and who is right. Just askin' ya not to quit. I don't like quittin'. I have not quit yet. I might finish, but not quit. If I quit I have given orders for folks to shoot me. I'm worthless if I quit. I'm not sayin' you are, just sayin' don't do it to yourself. you may regret it. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] Like I said, the whinin' bothers me too. That was uncalled for. I don't have a clue what you and arik fought about, so that is between you two. but it takes two to argue. I am goin' to say this, though it will probably backfire on me, If you two were fightin' over those lines you need your heads knocked together! and about the line whinin', I believe a certain, unnamed female, EMT needs a good spankin'! fightin' like a bunch of snot nosed brats! Shameful! Well maybe everyone should just take their toys and go home then. Don't y'all see how silly ya sound? 'If you are gonna do that I'm takinm my character and goin' home and so you can't use it!' *bang, bang, bang. . .* (Continues head bangin') I'm sorry you feel that way, Fernando. I'm not tryin' to judge who is wrong and who is right. Just askin' ya not to quit. I don't like quittin'. I have not quit yet. I might finish, but not quit. If I quit I have given orders for folks to shoot me. I'm worthless if I quit. I'm not sayin' you are, just sayin' don't do it to yourself. you may regret it. [\quote] I am not quitting. It has already been decided as to what should be done without my consent or input. If I am not going to be allowed continue, therefore- so be it. This thread is to be restarted from the beginning, without me, my ideas, work, characters, and input. Anyone else leaving this thread, is to be done by their own desicions. I'm not asking or persuading anyone to follow in this abandonment, the actions I take are that of my own - I dont expect anyone to follow me. -------------------------------------------------- Aiesha - - - - - To me the decision is simple: If you are not going to be in it, why should I? I'm out of here! -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - I don't see where he says you can't continue. Arik, you better do somethin' before I get violent! *bang, bang, bang. . .* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - This is going to be my last post on this thread. Furthermore, if I am going to be hounded in the chat, like I was before, I will resign from the Cafe altogether, shut down the chatroom service, and have the admin/mods here to review this thread and shut it down. I value my peace of mind above all else. My patience has reached an end. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - I'd like to say that I never expected to see something like this at the Cafe, of all places. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - [quote="CCC"] I'd like to say that I never expected to see something like this at the Cafe, of all places. [\quote] Me too... I feel very sad that this happened... -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - *bang, bang, bang. . .* I know what you mean! He thinks he has lost his patience, I know I'm losin' mine! whinin' like a bunch of little girls! Over this!!! I'm goin' mad, I tell ya!! MAD!!!! :twisted: BBBUUWWAAAHHHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!! :twisted: *Bang, Bang, Bang. . .* -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - Perhaps we should all take a big step back for a week or so, breathe, cool off, and remind ourselves: "It is only a GAME." I for one have had a great deal of fun in this round robin, and I'd hate to see it all spoiled. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - know what you mean, SWE. But that is up to the thread Alpha. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - I see you watchin' the story thread. Makin' sure we don't say anymore 'bout you? :

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:40pm Dr. Indy - - - - - ::Indy walks by:: Ahem--lots of frustration being flung about. I think open posts on the Cafe aren't the place to settle creative differences. You'd be better off going to PM or straight chatting, as there's obviously a lot of upset people and not a lot of communicating going on. I suggest you agree upon who's leading the thread and let them lead. Otherwise, you'd be better off starting a new thread and story and getting it right from the start. ::Indy walks off, whistling some tune he's trying to remember:: - - - - - DOS & Arik - - - - - When things escalate to the point where a moderator needs to step in, that is not good. Nevertheless that is where we are and it is better for a moderator to step in rather than not to. Dr. Indy, thank-you for giving me a hand when I needed it. We may be down one writer but I strongly believe we can finish this spy novel. I like Eddie's idea of resting for a few days before we resume the story. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - sounds good. I'll be here. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] I like Eddie's idea of resting for a few days before we resume the story. [\quote] So do I. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - gonna restart this soon, Arik? -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] gonna restart this soon, Arik? [\quote] Except for a few software updates which won't take long, Arik's computer is now fully functional. He'll be here soon. Those who know about Arik's computer will appreciate the humor: ’ÄúIt's alive!’Äù It's about time. Arik and I have been working on Frankenstein, his computer, since Wednesday. :lol: - - - - - Fernando - - - - - [quote="SkyNet"] A cyborg assassin called "The Terminator" is sent back through time to 1984 to kill Sarah Connor-a woman whose unborn son will lead the human race to victory in a bitter future war with a race of machines. [/quote] Fernando: That was 23 years ago... If any other agency gets these girls, Terminators might be a reality in a few years. heck, these girls are Terminators v1.0! -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - OCC: Despite the repairs going on in with Arik's computer, the delays being caused are going to drop this thread. So if there is no objection, let us continue... But at what point? Arik wiill conintue with the rewrite to make it more accessable and less confusing to the non-participants on the other thread. A plus for him doing so. Not taking sides, for I will always choose my own if I have too, but as per last night's discussion in the chatroom, it was stated that GsB should continue until Arik gets back online (hopefully soon). Question is when? Lets assume the following: Arik's final rewrite will be just that. If he stays with the what he was doing, there will be some minor changes in the final rewrite, but thats understandable. As for the GsB's plot, the Admiral is dead... maybe. CCC's interference made it so that there is a temporal loop in Space/Time that allows himto survive. But note this: The Admiral's not the only cyborg in the military ranks. Nor is he the only high ranking one. If you follow this theory- 'those in power want to remain in power, by any means neccessary', you can see that using cybernetics as a life extending process. Last setting was the in 2 locations: On the USS Enterprise, the LJ-65 parked on the runway, accepting crew and passengers, a modifed section to accept an ambulance gurney. Fernando and Jeanette are the last about to go in, as they discuss more personal matters about the mission. Though both are driven individuals, sometimes they drive into a head-on collision. Trying to advert the currrent one, is what they are trying to do. In Italy, Alex II, Hondo and the girls (with Angelica in an ambulance gurney, in critical condiction). Due to their placement, this is difficult to for a rendevous. Thus a radio message is beng sent to them to rendevous at Milan's Airport. -------------------------------------------------- Thus we continue... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [On the deck of the Enterprise, in front of the LJ-65] Fernando: You dont have to pilot the plane, Jeanette, but you are called to fly with the group as a passenger and their leader to rescue and bring back the girls. You are also called to a medical emergency to care for a patient. That is all I care about, that you lead this group to a successful conclusion. I need to go on a separate mission of Cloak & Dagger matters, so I wont be arriving back with you. You have 2 pilots: Sinclair and DOS, so you will remain as a passenger when you return. Jeanette: Understand that I do not like being put into certain situations that makes me uncomfortable. ... Fernando (interupting Jeanette): No one does. Unfortunately, this job we we're in will put us into situations we do not like. So we can either do the job at hand and cry later, or cry now and be a disgrace to the profession. The person as I know as JeanetteIsabelle is a strong willed and brave individual who will not stop because something upsets her. But like anyother person in the job we do, deals with it afterwards. Jeanette: Are you done with your speeches? Fernando: It depends on you next course of actions. Jeanette (as she starts to walk in to the plane's entryway): Just shut up and get into the plane. We got some girls to resuce. Meanwhile, back in Italy: AlexII: We got orders to return to the Milan Airport. Hondo: WHAT? HOW? WHY? Its Going Take Hours To Get Back There! AlexII: 90 minutes at most. Tell everyone to put on their seatbelts, we're flying this mad puppy! AlexII reaches below by his seat where a control valve and actuating lever, both lablled NOS on them. The Van lurges foward hard, pinning the passengers onto their seats, as the needles on the dashboard dails swing hard against their pins. Soon the van is roaring down the highway at near break neck triple digit speeds. Local hiway patrol makes an attempt to chase the speeding van, but reaching their limited speed of 210 mph, the police give up and hope to clean up the mess if they are to crash. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - {Bad attemptin making up for lost posts...} [Charles Roberts' lost post summary] AlexII takes the Italian highways to Mailan Airport and gets there in record time. Once at the Airport, Hondo and AlexII help carry Angelica onto the plane and secure her guerney in its place. AlexII (as he passes by Jeanette): Hope you dont mind, I'm going home with you. AlexII stays in the plane for the ride home. Hondo leaves the plane as the girls get on. [Fernando's lost post summary] Once the plane lands at the airport, and meets up with AlexII and the others, he leave the aricraft as the door opens. Jeanette and Tammy step out to herd the girls into the plane. An old female rabbit boards the plane with the girls. Hondo leave as the female rabbit enters, allowing her to come in first. Jeanette makes sure everyone gets on by being the last one in. Fernando: Jeanette? Jeanette turns around to face him. Jeanette: Yes? Fernando hands her a small 2-way radio. Fernando: Use it to contact Dr. Aiesha, and give her Angelica's vital signs while in flight. Jeanette: Will do. Anything else? Fernando: Good luck. Jeanette pauses for a second, to find an answer that wont come. She then steps onto the aircraft and closes the door. Soon after, the plane starts rolling down the tarmac, getting into position to wait its turn to get on the runway. Fernando follows it with what he can of his vision until he can no longer see it. Fernando: Hondo, our work is not finished here. Lets go fill our bellies before we continue. Hondo: Sounds good to me. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II Was on the plane Thniking about something Alex II: Time for Tammy learn the turth about me since I am Related to her - - - - - Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo jumped into the driver seat of the van while Fernando stepped into the passenger seat. they drove into the country a short distance and found a small country diner that the folk would not recognize them at. they ordered and prepared to eat quickly. "ok, boss man, what is the next move? do we get the ambulance first or use the van?" Hondo asked quietly. Fernando looked around cautiously to make sure they were not bein' watched before answerin'. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando: Hondo, lets not rush. First off the majority of the group has been captured, but its political body is still somewhere in hiding. Secondly, I'm going to need to interview the doctors involved in this little program. Hondo: The UN Investigators have them locked up while they await for a plane to take them to NY. Fernando: So, they need a plane? Hondo: What do you have in mind, Squirrel Boss Man? Fernando: They would have to fly it themselves, but we no longer need 737BBJ, and it can be used to return it home by them. Hondo: You're just going to give it to them just like that? Fernando: Of course. But only after we go find the political mastermind to this program for them to add to their jailcells. Now, where do you think AlexII left his computer files? Hondo: If AlexII was not working in this here van, he was at the hideout. Fernando: Good. Lets get tot he hide out, I got some computers to crack into. Hondo: Hideout it is, Boss Squirrel Man... -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - They ate quickly and silently in case some one got suspicious. Hondo paid the tab, with some 'borrowed' Italian currency, and then they took out again, toward the hideout. The trip when smooth, for the most part. the cops were still on the look out, but there were very few spared for patrolin' the country as they were needed in the city. Hondo stuck to the back roads, which lost them a half hour extra, but kept out of the way of trouble, especially since Alex II had burnt all the NOS on the trip to the airport. a little over and hour later they made it to the hideout Hondo parked the van in the garage, after Fernando disarmed the security system. Fernando went straight to work on the main computer at the hideout, that resided in the office beside the kitchen. Hondo knew a bit about computer hackin' but not nearly as much as Fernando did. Hondo yelled after the flyin' squirrel as he headed toward the computer, "I'll be in the basement lookin' at what is left. If ya need me or find what we need holler. If I don't here from you by 7:00pm(Italian time) I'll be up to see if their is enough food to scrounge up a meal." With that Hondo went to do a visual check on supplies and try to find some extra NOS for the van in case they needed it. -------------------------------------------------- Aiesha - - - - - [OOC]These might be my last posts as I am going back to schoool soon...[/OOC] Going over Fernando's note on how to handle Angelica condiction, realizing that its a combination of several old and modern techniques put together. [quote="Fernando's note"] Lower the body's inner core tempt to 40¬ƒF, while continually injecting AcetoCholine and Adrenaline to keep the nerves running. Constantly monitor vitals. Constantly monitor other functions. [\quote] - - - - - Aiesha - - - - - [OOC] continuation on Fernando's notes [/OOC] [quote="Dr. Aiesha's notes"] Lowering the body's core temperature was an old Korean War surgeon's trick, to try to prolong the the life of extremely wounded soldiers who were having extensive surgery to repair vital circulatory area like the Aorta, Pulmonary Vien/Artery, and damaged heart muscles. This was in hope that in lowering the body temperature, the body would not degenerate as quickly. Only problem, this only gave a 20 to 60 minute window from which a surgeon has to do his work before the patient's body start to have other problems, such as shock and the oxygen deprevation catching up. Injecting AcetoCholine will keep the nerves firing their signals. Unfortunately it will keep her awake, and aware as to whats going on. Injecting the Adrenline will keep the heart pumping strong, and the rest of the body on edge of fight or flight reflexes. Fortunately, the tranquilizers and sedatives given to Angelica before are long term acting ones. But this creates a chemical soup within her blood stream that will need to be flushed out. If she is to recover, she will need a long rest, and time with those she has become friends. It seems that that she may not make it, but long ago, doctors put into my father's mind that he would not ever get out of his wheal chair or to ever walk again On his second accident- that he would never see again. 6 weeks his first accident, he was back in the rings that shattered his spine, within a year- boro-champ of his school's fencing team. His blindness, he's gotten over it, and function better than most sighted people. The only thing that allowed that to happen within him is his will to live, his desire to go on where most tell him that he cant go, and his mind that tells him that its better to be alive and do what one can do for themselves than to lay in dirt and push up daisies with his chest. But does Angelica has this in her, and if not how does one put it in her? End Dr. Aiesha's personal log. [\quote] -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 41

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:40pm Fernando - - - - - [OOC] With much discussion over in the chat, this is what I believed we agreed on... Part 1: [/OOC] Enroute to the USS Enterprise, the LJ-65 and its passengers experience little turbulance along its flight. The interior though was experiencing its own turbulance... [OOC #2] The [beep!] denotes a Roger Beep that some 2way radios have. it signals to the listner(s) that the transmitter has stopped transmitting, and the listener(s) have a chance to send a reply, which is optional. [/OOC] Jeanette takes the radio given to her by Fernando, and calls for Dr. Aiesha, turning it one. Jeanette: Dr. Aiesha, are you there? Over? [beep!] For a while, no answer. Jeanette tries again. Jeanette: Dr. Aiesha, are you there? Over? [beep!] Dr. Aiesha: This is Aiesha. Hows the patient's doing? [beep!] Jeanette: Not good I'm afraid. Vital signs are slowly declining. Blood pressure is at minimum, heart rate is 42bpm. [beep!] Dr. Aiesha: Listen closely. go get your medical bag, and pull out the following: #5 Hypodermic, as many Epinephrine pens as you got, and the largest syringe in the bag. Also get a lot of gouze and tape.[beep!] Jeanette rushes over to her bag and pulls out the items mentioned, gathering them on the guerney where Anglica laid. She finds 12 Epi-pens, 4 belonging to Fernando incase his death allergy kicks in. Jeanette: Got them. [beep!] Dr. Aiesha: Now, take each epi-pen and empty them into the syringe. Then place the #5 needle onto it, make sure it does not leak or have air bubbles in the chamber. [beep!] Jeanette works hard to go fast without messing up, filling the syringe with the contents of the epi-pens. She manages to fill the syringe 1/2way, before screwing on the #5 needle. She then holds it to the light, checking for air bubbles in the chamber, tapping the side of the syringe to force the air bubbles by the needle entry point and pushes the plunger slightly and slowly let the air out and just a tiny bit of needle's tip. Jeanette: Done. [beep!] Dr. Aiesha: Good. Now open her blouse or what ever she has on. You're going to do a cardioinfusion of the epinephrine. Find where the Clavical meets the breast bone on the left side and feel for a gap between the ribs. Once you have that, slowly insert the needle into her chest at a 45 degree angle to her heart. If you feel the needle pulsating, push it through, and inject 5cc's of the epinephrine into her. [beep!] Jeanette: Understood. [beep!] Jeanette did as she was told, undoing Angelica's top and undershirt until she was bare chested, and began feeling for the ribs and the gap Dr. Aiesha told her to find. Once she thinks she finds the spot, the slowly inserts the needle into Angelica's chest at the prescribed angle until she felt the heart betting against the needle. Then she pushed the final few millimeters before giving Angelica a dosage of the medicine. Anglica gasps for air, the first sign of life she has shown in a while. Dr. Aiesha: When you're done, wrap the syringe with the gauze and tape it down. [beep!] Jeanette continues with the proceedure, taping down the syringe before taking the radio. Jeanette: I think its working... Blood pressure's rising, heart beat now at 60bpm. [beep!] Dr. Aiesha: Good. Now keep an eye on her, and juice her 5 cc's if her vitals start to fall again. [beep!] Jeanette: Got It... Dr. Aiesha: Let me know if there are sudden changes. I'll be waiting on the flight deck waiting for you. [beep!] Jeanette: See you there... [beep!] The girls overheard everything, Bink being the first one to unbuckle her seatbeat and walk over to where Jeanette was as she further secured the life montoring equipment. The others surround them. Bink: Miss... Is she going to be OK? Jeanette looks down at Bink. Jeanette: She'll be fine. Bink: Promise? Cleas: Bink, stop that. Bink: I'm Sorry. Jeanette: Dont be. Understand that Anglica is not alright, and that we all here are working hard not to let her die, but sometimes some promises can not be made. I will do my best for her though. Bink: I can accept that. Triela: told you she would be OK. Jeanette: I have to go talk to the pilots for a second. I would like for you to all sit down, but if you must, you can be with her for a while, but no more. All the girls in unison: OK. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [OOC} Now after reviewing the entire series, I can truly go by them and not by fanfict or internet conjecture, thus having a fuller understanding... Thus with the conversation held in the chat room the other days, things should go smoothly; provided that others do their part on this. Preferably, I do not want to finish on my own. On to Part 2:[/OOC] Fernando works hard cracking into various computer systems, even a few back home for as much information as possible. What he finds locally is most intriguing. Code: SWA is divided up into 2 sections: Section 1 is the agency head, promoting free medical services to the members of Section and administrative logistics/ mission planning for Section 2, and investigatory arm of the SWA. It is the goverment's hand of the operation. Section 2 is divided up into 3 sections: Medical Cyborg Research & Care, Logistics (coordinated with Section 1), and Fratello Teams- 10 in all... Fernando thinks to himself: 10?!! We only got 5, and with Elsa and her Fratello being killed in a previous mission before our intervention, that leave with 4 more units to deal with. Fernando continues to work on the computer, and decides on the next course of action- talk with the UN Investigators and their prisoners. But before that, there was some he has to do. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The following morning, posted on every news paper's page 6 as a minor story, the capture of various government agents and corrupt politicians, who are going to be tried in NYC UN building for war crimes and human rights violations. Details with Plane Registry number, date and time of departure, the news goes unnoticed, expect to a few attentitive individuals... -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo replenished the vans NOS system and threw in a few other items that might come in handy. It was gettin later on in the evenin' when Hondo came back upstairs just to find Fernando still at the computer. "I'll see if there is any grub left in the place." Hondo says in passin' to Fernando. "Mmhhm." was all the answer he got, as fernando was deep into his readin' and oblivious to what Hondo said or was doin'.Hondo found some hamburger, frozen bread dough, tater chips, Beans, plus a few condiments. He got it all out, baked the dough into hamburg buns, heated the beans and fried the burgers. after the buns came out he threw in some frozen cookie dough to bake off. *they keep some of the weirdest supplies in a hideout. you'd figure they have more grab and go and MRE's, but they have more of this stuff that takes time to fix! oh well.* Hondo thought. *we have a lot to do still, and who knows when we'll be able to stop and eat again.* "That smells good." Fernando said as his nose brought him out of the computer room and into the kitchen. "Almost ready. nothin' fancy. Just a little of this and that that were layin' 'round." Hondo said. "Pretty good for left over supplies. We had pretty well pick everything over earlier on the mission." Fernando said. "yap, but this stuff took time. the other stuff was fast to eat." Hondo said. "While you load your plate and fix your Burger, why don't yah fill me in on your findin's and lay out your master plan." "let's eat first, then I'll tell you my plan." Fernando said as he grabbed his food and went to sit in the livin' room lazyboy to eat. "Your the boss." Hondo said as he grabbed his food and sat on the couch to eat. They finished eatin' quickly, but Fernando refused to talk 'bout his plan until Hondo had passed out the cookies. Hondo rolled his eyes and mumbled somethin' incoherent. Fernando grinned slightly, and waited for his cookies. Hondo brought them over to the livin' room. "Ok, now, what are we goin' to do?" Hondo asked. "Well, this is what I found out. . . " -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II Was looking at one of the girls then Looking out the window seeing all of France as they head out to the Atlantict Ocean while he was thinking too if he want to addopted one of the girls into his family - - - - - Fernando - - - - - [OOC] Remember these girls are cyborgs who were programmed and trained assassins. It will take a lot to undo this dirty work. Furthermore Bink's handler was killed within her vicinity, as she is suppposed to protect him, failed in that task, and is falling into a depression. Its more that 'It takes a village to raise a child'- its more like in this case, 'it take government agencies to raise a child.' [/OOC] Fernando: First, I'm going to need the 2 doctors (Dr. Gilliani and Dr. Bianchi) and one of the handlers (Jean) from the UN Investigators. We also need to find and capture the other handler who was not caught (Marco). Hondo: I might understand why you might want the docs, but why the scum sucking handlers? Fernando: In Marco's case, being Angelica's Fratello, he knows at what point Angelica's inplant and condictioning started to fail. In Jean's case, I need him to compare notes about the girls; especailly with Rico, Bink and Angelica- Rico being his Fratello and Bink belonging to his (recently killed) brother- Jose. We can also extract other information on the missing 4 Fratello teams from him since he was second in command of the SWA Section 2. Hondo: I see. Which one we should do, hunt down the runaway or go to the UN people? Fernando: Go to the UN Investigators... I'm giving them the 737BBJ as a trade for the doctors and Jean. Hondo: Hmmmm? Fernando: They can do me the favor of returning the jet back to the states, and if anyone still within the Italian government decides to targt the plane, we wont be in it. Hondo: You know, you're down right dispicable. Fernando: Dispicable? Evil maybe... Hondo: Hmph... Fernando: Lets move after lunch. Hondo: Alright Boss... -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - Anne knocks on the door to a hotel room. Franco stands beside her, holding a suitcase. Anne and Franco are let in by a gentleman and are greeted by two others. Not much in the way of words are exchanged. Franco lays the suitcase on the bed and opens it, revealing a bomb to the gentleman seated at the desk. The man seated nods to Franco; Franco closes the case. Anne offers her hand to the gentleman seated. "As always, it's a pleasure doing business." The gentleman stands to shake Anne's hand. Walking down the hall, to the elevators, Franco breaks his silence to Anne. "You do realize we just made a deal with the devil." "We can atone for our sins later." Anne replies. "This has to be done. The sooner we can close the book on the SWA, the better." -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo and Fernando finish their lunch and head out to the van. "So we are still goin' to drive this thing, then?" Hondo says as he points at the van. "yes, for now. I did hear you reloading the NOS system, right?" Fernando asked. "Got that right, Boss squirrel man." Hondo said as he moved his rifle to easy grabbin' distance from the drivers seat, and put the pistole that is usually holstered at his back, on his lap. "Ready?" Hondo asked. "Let us get this done."Fernando said with a affirmative shake of his head. Fernando gives Hondo the directions of which he punches in the vans inferior GPS computer. "Liked the Ambulances system better." Hondo said as he fought with the stubborn computer. "well, I ordered the best for it. this is just standard issue." Fernando said. "standard junk, if you ask me!' Hondo growled under his breath. "I didn't." Fernando said. Hondo looked up from the computer, over his glasses at him and rolled his eyes. "hmph!" Hondo said. Fernando grinned slightly. Hondo finally got the directions set and hit the gas. they took off and made it to the site in less than an hour. They parked a ways off to discuss. what was goin' to happen. Fernando seemed to want to go in alone and leave Hondo for backup outside in the van, but Hondo was skeptical and asked what he was plannin' first. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Before getting into the van, Fernando changes out of his EMT clothing and into something more comfortable; a $2000 Hugo Boss suit with a right sided pancake shoulder holster and his .32NAA Guardian, with 3 modified 10 rounds extended magazines to 12. A 4th modified magazine was already in the gun. He also puts on the BBL Mini .22 belt buckle hoslter modified to contain a .22 Blackwidow with Magum mods. Dark glasses and a white oak tap-cane complete Fernando's looks. He tells Hondo to 'dress upfor the occassion', but Hondo goes for his more relaxed dreesed up cowboy look; as per his personality. Heading to the van, Fernando drops a small case in the back of the van, containing 5 .25NAA Guardians, with 5 modified 12-round magazine clips each. Fernando opens the case, and counts the contents. Hondo looks at the small arms and wonders why is Fernando using small calibers. Hondo: Why the snake shot ammo? Fernando pulls out one of the bullets, and shows it to Hondo; a .25 bullet head with a .32 cartidge shell. Fernando: Its a little something I discovered; the smaller the bullet, the higher the volocity, the deeper the penetration into a bullet proof vest. To say the least, I dont aim to the center of mass, but above it. Hondo: Hmmm... bullet proof vest penetration with head shots. I'm going to have to study up on that. Fernando: Do so, you'll be surprized like I was. They drive back into town, finding the UN Investigators holed up in one of their international mini-bases where they run their relief operations world wide, holding the prisoners in the basement. Security guards with metal detectors line the entrance way, making Fernando think that this is going to be difficult to do. Fernando walks over to the one who looks like the head of security, tapping his cane in front of him, with Hondo behind, showing off his CIA ID to the guard. Fernando: We're here for a prisonner pick up. Head Security Guard: I did not heard about a prisonner pick up being done today. Fernando (hooking his cane on his arm, showing off a mellina folder to the guard, but holding it hard enough not to take it away): You would not have, this is an internal issue here. We also have a Jet at the airport to accomidate the prisonner transfer to New York City. Excuse me but thats for the UN Investigator. The guard stares at Fernando for more than a length of time that would make somebody uncomfortable. Head of Security: You can go. Fernando feels for the velet rope and undoes it. Fernando: Lets go, Hondo. Security gaurd stands in Fernando's way. Head of Security: Only you can go. Fernando unhooks the cane off his arm and puts it under the guard's chin. Fernando: Are you stupid? I have limited vision and he's my body guard. We'retaking prisoners with us. He goes with me or we leave. If we leave, phone calls will be made, and you and your rent-a-cop monkey boys will be on the unemployment line before the sun sets. Fernando now stares at the guard through his dark glasses. After a while Fernando steps around the guard and starts walking. Fernando: Lets go Hondo. Hondo walks past the guard, giving him a long hard stare as he walks by. Within minutes, they find the UN Investigator doing his job: flying a desk, and juggling paperwork. Fernando walks into his office and takes a seat in front of his desk, despite what others had to say. Before the Investigator could say anything, Fernando shows off his CIA ID. Fernando: I'm here for two things. One- there is a Jet waiting for you at the airport. You'll need to fly it yourselves. I'll give you its access codes when you provide me with number two. UN Investigator: And what would number 2 be? Fernando: We have two of their child assassins in our custody, but they are in bad shape and we might loose them. Normal medical treatments are not working and these individuals are the key to getting them well again. UN Investigator: Who are these individuals? Fernando: 1 cyborg handler: Jean, and the 2 doctors: Dr. Bianchi and Dr. Gilliani. UN Investigator: They are the key to the case. Fernando: I'll personally deliver them to the UN in New York City myself, after the child assassins are well enough to continue without their care. UN Investigator: You know what they look like? Fernando coughs noticably, then drops a mellina folder on the investor's desk. UN Invesigator (as he picks up the folder): Sorry about that. The UN Investigator looks into the folder and finds the te Dosiers of the 3 in question. UN Investigator: Follow me. They walk down the basement, with two other guards following them. At the holding pens of the basement, The three suspects in question are found, taken out of their cells, and handcuffed. They are escorted out of the van outside and secured to the rear seats of the vehicle. Hondo, Fernando and their captives drive away. Fernando: That was easy... perhaps too easy. Hondo was about to reply, but Jean beats him to it. Jean: Where are you terrorists taking us to now? Fernando: Terrorists... eh... Look sir, had it my way, you're dead caracus would be found hanging off the top level of the leaning tower of Pisa. But there are a couple of little girls that need your help in order to stay alive. Jean: They're not girls, they're tools, made to do a specific job that needs to be done. Fernando: We'll talk about such opinions later. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Once at the hideout, Hondo takes the doctors in and 'makes them comfortable' in the living room. Fernando walks to the back of the van and takes out Jean; where he uncuffs Jean. As he does so, Fernando whispers into Jean's ear. Fernando: Try anything stupid, and you'll find me faster than 'your tool': Rico. Jean (whispers back): I highly doubt it. Fernando: Care to try it? Jean: With you having the gun, it would be unfair. Fernando reaches into his jacket and pulls out the .32NAA Guardian, and hands it over to Jean, then places it to his forehead. Fernando: Fair enough now? Jean: More than fair... Upon completing the last word, Jean starts to pull on the trigger. All of the sudden he has difficulty in pulling on it, as Fernando has his left arm on his wrist, pressing tightly against his carpal tendons. Just as quickly, Jean finds the tiny muzzle of the BlackWidow shoved 1/2way into his nostril, already cocked and ready to fire. Fernando squeezes down upon his wrist a bit more, just under breaking pressure, forcing Jean to drop the gun. Fernando manages to capture the gun before it passes their belt line, and draws it up to Jean's eye. Just as sudden, he puts away the weaponary- the 32NAA Guardian into the shoulder holster and the .22 Blackwidow into the belt buckle, as he takes a step back from Jean. Fernando: You lose. Jean: You're a cyborg? Fernando: One create by Nature herself. Jean: Huh? Fernando: I have a flipped gene for a hi-speed nervous system. It means that my nerve impluses travel 10 times faster than yours, but at the same time- it means shorten lifespan for me. The exact same thing your doctors created in those girls. Nothing more. Jean (as he leans against the van): Hmmm... Fernando: Now, lets get one thing straight. I came here with my friends to bring Bink back with her older sister. What happened to her handler and her kidnapping, happened not through our fault. But we took advantage of it and rescued her and another cyborg ourselves. Jean: How can I be so sure you're telling the truth? Fernando: The incident at the Westlin Hotel, was me rescueing one of my own from the RF. I would not have to had rescue her if you did not put a reward on our heads for some idiot to collect on it. Furthermore- just now, If I wanted you dead, you would be dead. But I dont kill except in self defense. And right now, Jean- you're worth nothing to me right now, but to a couple of dying little girls, you're the world that they need to continue to be alive. I hope you can understand that, because if you dont, I can simply put you back with the others and I can choose another Handler. Jean: I see. Now what would you want me to do? Fernando: Marco. Where is he... Jean: I'm not a rat... Fernando: You look like a rat. You smell like a rat. I really dont care about the ratty tatty (bleep) you rats live in, I'm doing this for a dying girl... Either help me find him or I'll wreck the rest of Italy to find him, and do so with the Pope's blessing. Jean: You would not dare. Fernando: Try me. Now where's Marco. Jean spills out what he knows to Fernando, before being escorted to the hide out. Fernando signals to Jean to sit down. Fernando turns to the doctors. Fernando: Lets have a talk gentlemen... You give me what I want and you will left in peace to live out your lives. Dr. Gilliani: And if we dont cooperate? Fernando: You leave here in pieces. Now tell me everything that you have done to the girls... Hondo, get the Medivac ready for a long haul. We're going back to the Enterprise. Men, if you dont mind, talk along the way. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo grinned an evil grin, not the type of evil that says' destroy everyone, slowly', but one that said mad scientist/inventor. "I have it almost ready, did a modification on it last time I holed up here with the girls." Hondo said as he left Fernando to prepare everything upstairs while he prepared the copter. Hondo had put a hydrogen from water generator the in creased the fuel time. for every gallon of water burnt 5 gallons of fuel would be needed to replace it. he had installed the customary long rang tanks, but all tanks held water. *this bird would make it past the Enterprise now. . .* Hondo thought. *wait a minute! he said we that means me! Man I hate water travel.* Hondo also, as an after thought hooked up the nos system from the van and triple nos gas to the copter. *can use it for long intervals because of heat build up, but can for short spurts.* He thought. As Hondo pushed the copter out of the storage bay on a copter dolly Fernando came out with the others at his heals. "Ready to take off?" He asked. "yup. you find out 'bout Marco from ratbag here?" Hondo asked. Jean growled and started forward but was meet by a .50 cal colt dragoon in the nose, which was cocked on the way up. "settle down!" Hondo barked. "I'm not as fast as Fernando, but I don't play fair either! So you won't get a chance with me." Jean looked like he'd just wet his pants. Hondo re-holstered the pistol and Jean stepped back and behind one of the Doctors. Fernando grinned slightly, "yes, he spilled enough to save his life from my wrath, for now." "So we're goin' after him?" Hondo asked. "I planned on it, but we have the 'tools' here that are needed to save a couple girls lives. we deliver them first." Fernando said. "Of coarse! so let jump in and get the whirly-bird express a movin'!" Hondo said as he jumped into the cockpit and started the engine. She fired to life as the others boarded. Fernando reminded them of his quick reflexes and of both of their bad tempers to those who crossed them. with that they took to the skies. Hondo fired a burst of NOS to give them a good start and with that they were off. -------------------------------------------------- Aiesha - - - - - [OOC]This maybe my last posts. Going back to med-school this weekend.[/OOC] DARYL and I (Dr. Aiesha) waited on the deck of the ship, waiting for the LJ-65 to land with our patient Angelica. Angelica has been stabilized with Epinephrine shots to her heart by our resident EMT JeanetteIsabelle. A couple of hours ago, we recieved a call from Fernando, stating that he has retrieved the doctors responsible for the autrosities dont to the girls. The records also sent states that the cyborb implantation of the girls may not be reversable. In the case of Rico- removing her implants would put her back in the hospital bed which she spent most of her life in. It would also do the same to Angelica, who suffered massive injuries from her incident. Angelica's medical problems are 2-fold: 1) Psycological and 2) Physical. We have decided that it is her mental well-being must be rescued first, for a patient who has lost the will to live, has no hope in living. The LJ-65 land on the deck of the Enterprise, with the crew's Emergency Medical Team rushing in to get Angelica out first. They get the gurney onto the deck, and run it towards us. I do a quick scan of the attached medical equipment before taking her into the ship's infirmary to work on known injuries. Behind us, the other 4 girls follow us until they are stopped at the door by the guards. We work hard against time, checking over the injuries Angelica had sustained from her last battle. Her cybernetic implants stopped the bullets from causing tear damage of her organs, but they did not account for impact and contussional damage. She's been bleeding internally since the shoot out. I get DARYL to do a quick Blood type matching while I and the rest of the ship's medical staff prepare for surgery to stop the bleeding. Daryl comes in with the matching results with some bad news; Angelica is Blood Type AB-, a very rare type. There is no AB- blood in storage, as there is no one in the crew with that bloodtype. I start to take off the gloves and surgetical mask, and head to the radio room. DARYL runs with me, and together we go past the captain and his first officer. Once in the radio room, DARYL makes a call to the ships of the fleet for AB- Blood. As inventories are checked, I make a radio call to Fernando, who was on his way to the Enterprise by helicopter. Dr. Aiesha: Father, we have a problem. Fernando: Explain what's going on, girl. Dr. Aiesha: Angelica has a rare blood type, and is beleeding internally. Fernando: What about cross referencing her type? Dr. Aiesha: Not possible. Fernando: What Blood Type is she? Dr. Aiesha: AB Negative. Fernando: What about Hemoglobin incompatibility? Dr. Aiesha: Minimal Risk, father. We need you to get here as fast as possible. Fernando: I see. Do what you can with what you got. My ETA will be 3 hours. We disconnect our communications line. Dr. Aiesha: Anything from the other ships, DARYL? DARYL: They are searching their inventories. Maybe in the next 1/2 hour we'll know. Back on the helicopter. Fernando: Hondo, can we speed this trip up? Hondo: I can try. What's the problem? Fernando: Our patient has a rare blood type, and I'm the only match so far. Hondo releases a sigh before answering, and sends the helicopter to a high velocity. Hondo: Alright Boss, I'll see what I can do. -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - Midnight sits on a beach near Propriano, Corsica. He tries to figure out how to stay in contact with USS Enterprise during the day. Right now, he can't afford spending any time at the airfield while Didier is there. The plain gray cat in the late 30s is the exact opposite of the easy-going Border Collie named Marcel. Under no circumstances is Didier to find out about the silver Mustang stashed away in the hangar and the explosives hidden all over the aircraft. So he always sits in a hiding near the airfield, watches who is the first to enter it, and tries to tell who will be the last on duty that day. Usually, the airfield officially closes down at 10 pm, and Midnight takes his chance, gets into the hangar, and turns on the Mustang's radio to listen if he is being called back. On the other hand, he tries not to stay up for too long and lose too much sleep. He considers getting himself a short-wave radio and modifying it so that he can read the Enterprise all day without access to the plane. However, he'd still have to sneak onto the airfield at night to actually take off if necessary. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [OOC]Blood types: There is a slight mix up that Dr.Aiesha created: There are 4 Blood types and 2 RH Factors in each type. The 4 Blood types are: A, B, AB, & O (there are other extreme rare types of K, L, M, etc... but they are not counted here) The 2 RH Factors are + and -. This makes 8 possible blood types in the general population: A+/A-, B+/B-, AB+/AB-, O+/O-. Lets forget about RH Factors for a second. When mixing blood types for transfusions, its best to keep the same blood types used to minimize complications. But you can mix them if you must. The mixing depends on the reciepant (reciever) of the blood. A type can only receive from A, and O B type can only receive from B and O AB type can only recieve from A, B, AB and O (Universal Reciepant) O type can only reciece from O only. (Universal donor) Now AB can recieve any blood type, but if it recieves A or B type, then it must continue to receive that type or else mixing a 3rd different blood type will cause clumping of the blood cells- which is an antigen reaction. The same happens with RH Factors- putting in the wrong RH factor like AB+ into AB- will cause a blood cell clumping reaction. Of all the combinations, AB- is the rarest of the 8. In RL, I have it. No one else in my family has it. In the community work that I have done in my life, no one I worked with, taught, or interacted with has it... this includes the 'Almighty Red Cross'. AB- is the hardest one for them to get. They calculate, that out of the 8,000,000 in this city, there are about 1000 AB- typed people. Of that 30 or so donate. I used too. Now I dont unless its an extreme emergency. So, to have the least amount of complications for Angelica... I need to donate to her what I have. Thank You Aiesha For The Plot Complication! I was not expecting it... [/OOC] -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo had a few tricks up his sleave, but all of them were slightly dangerous. He had attached a liquid fuel rocket booster to the underside of the copter, for emergencies early on, durin' the first time he reworked the fuel system. The problem with that was control, or loss of. they had been flyin' close to the ground and then ocean to gain updraft but the extra thrust would require extra lift and a bigger error margin. "Hang on and I'll see what this bird is made of!" Hondo yelled to the others. He closed the NOS valve slightly to decrease amount of NOS injected at a time. he 110%ed the throttle and hit the NOS and ignited the booster at the same time. the result was much faster speed, but very poor handlein'. The copter shook with the effort and the engine temp. gauge rose rapidly. "we can only hold this for maybe 30 min. before I have to ease back and let 'er cool." Hondo said to Fernando. "give me 40 minutes and we will be there at this speed." Fernando said. Hondo looked at the gauges and grimaced slightly. "Might be able to hold it, but it will be heck to the engine. probably still work but, she'll burn oil." Hondo said. "it's not mine, I am not worried." Fernando said. "ok, then." Hondo said. "but I still think we got away too easy. somethin' has got to be up." "Yes. but what?" Fernando said. about 35 minutes later the copter came in smoking as it hovered over the Enterprise. it had blown an oil seal, but was still functioning even though the temp gauge was well into the red. Thy landed and Fernando and Hondo escorted their 'guests' off the copter. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando signals to various members on the deck of the Enterpise to various tasks. To the maintenence crews, to repair the helicopter. To security, to round up the guests who Hondo was attending. While all that was going on, Fernando was making his way to the ship's tower entry where Dr. Aiesha was waiting for him, taking off his suit jacket along the way. Heading to the medical bay, Dr. Aiesha informs Fernando of what was going on with Angelica. Much of what was said he already knows or had guessed, and thus does not pays too much attention to her. He would prefer to check the life monitors and recorded notes before paying any doctor some attention. For the past couple of hours, the girls have been by the door of the imfirmary. As Fernando and Dr. Aiesha steps towards the imfirmary, Bink reaches out and grabs Fernando by the arm. Cleas was annoyed by Bink's actions, but because she beaten her to grabbing his attention. Fernando turns to Bink, and the others. Fernando: Yes? Bink: Is she going to be alright? Fernando: Come on in... all of yous. Dr. Aiesha: Father... this is not a... Fernando (interrupting her): Good Idea? No but at best it is better then leaving them in the dark about what is going on. These girls were in the agency always had access to each other- even when they were hospitalized. Dr. Aiesha does not answer, as Fernando allows the girls in; even though the guards momentarily stopped them from passing bay. One good stare from Fernando made them change their minds quickly. Once inside, the girls gathered around Angelica's bed,where she was sleeping, or at least at rest. Another bed was set next to hers. Fernando starts rolling up his right sleeve as he sat on the bed, asking for Angelica's recorded vital sign charts. Claes takes the chart off Angelica's bed and gives it to Fernando. He takes it with his left and starts reading it. He hands his arm over Dr. Aiesha, who begins to apply a tourniquet to his biscept, to build up blood pressure within his veins. Fernando puts down the clipboard and points to a spot in his inner elbow joint. Fernando: Aiesha- try this spot. I doubt you'll be able to draw anything out of anyplace you would stick me with. Dr. Aiesha: Who's the doctor here? Fernando: I was premed before you were concieved girl... Who knows this body better than me? Dr. Aiesha: OK, I get your point. Dr. Aiesha sticks the needle into Fernando's arm, letting the lilac coloured fluid drain into the transfer tube. She tapes down the needle andpart of the tube against his forearm. Bink sits on on the bed next to Fernando. Bink: What are you going to do? Fernando: Angelica needs blood, and I'm going to give her mine. Bink: She can have.... Claes: When we need blood, they give us this synthetic one. Fernando: we dont have the synthetic stuff here. and I'm the only one who matches her type. Bink: Are you going to be alright? Fernando: I'll be fine... I need to lay down to get this done, OK. DARYL lowers Angelica's bed to a lower point than Fernando's bed, to allow gravity to feed her his life fluid. Bink gets off the bed and regroups with the other girls. Fernando lays down. Dr. Aeisha: Girls, they need to be left alone. Fernando: Dont chase them out. Dr. Aiesha: They dont belong here. Fernando: If there can be any tiny sign of hope, it is here with them. They stay, end of arguement. Dr. Aiesha: Father... Fernando: Dont force me to pull rank on you. DARYL: Sir... Fernando: Dont you start with me either. You know better than most what these girls are going through. Dr. Aiesha stands there, with little to say. Fernando: This is going to take a couple of hours. Go get Jeanette, Tammy, Hondo and our guests here when we're 1/2 way done here. Until then, I would like to be left alone with the girls, to discuss many things with them. DARYL and Dr. Aiesha stood there, perhaps insulted, or otherwise mift. Fernando: Leave us. Dr. Aiesha storms out of the room, DARYL follows. Fernando hands clipboard to Claes. Fernando: Rico, close the door and lock it. Dont let no one in here during the next hour unless I tell you. Claes, record Angelica's heart rate and blood pressure every 5 minutes. Triela, Bink, {as he points at it} get me that machine and bring it to my bed. Turn it on, and hook up the finger clip to me and check my vital signs. If my blood pressure drops below 30/85 or heart rate below 25, go get Dr. Aiesha. Rico, turn off the lights. You girls understand my orders? All: Yes. Fernando: Good. Now we wait. And hope. The girls complies to his orders. Fernando takes off his glasses, Claes takes them from him and holds on to them. He puts his left arm over his eyes, and lets out a sigh. Fernando says to himself: 2 hours... God, you owe me, and I'm demanding payment from you now. -------------------------------------------------- - - - - - -End Page 42

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:40pm Aiesha - - - - - Dr. Aiesha notices the door being locked as she and DAYRL waits outside. She approaches it and jiggles the doorknob, verifying that it is locked. She then knocks on the door, only to see the lights go out in the room behind the blinds. Dr. Aiesha: Guard, open the door. The guards turn to the door, and one of them inserts a key into the lock. Rico locks it faster than the guard can unlock it. One of the guards: I'm sorry ma'am, they are doing somthing to the lock to prevent me from openning it. Dr. Aiesha: Its OK then... they cant hold out forever. Dr. Aiesha looks at DARYL for a moment, and turns to walk down the hall. Dr. Aiesha: Lets go get something to eat, DARYL. DARYL: But I'm not really hunger....y.... Dr. Aiesha grabs DARYL by the wrist and hauls him behind her down the hall. Somehow they make it to the galley. She orders a turkey and provolone on a roll with a cream soda. DARYL orders nothing but sits with her nonetheless. While she eats, DARYL remains silent. First officer Rose walks into the galley for a quick snack. Once ordering it, she turns to find Dr. Aiesha with DARYL. She heads to them and sits across from Dr. Aiesha. FO Rose: Hello good doctor... talked with the prisoners that were brought in today? Dr. Aiesha: What prisoners? FO Rose: They are being detained in one of the interogation rooms. I hear that they are the doctors that worked on the girls. Dr. Aiesha: Why wasn't I notified? FO Rose: I thought you were. Dr. Aiesha thinks carefully about what to say next. Dr. Aiesha: Its obvious that I'm left out of the loop. Can you set up me up with an interogation of those creeps? FO Rose: I'll see what I can do. FO Rose then nods and smiles at Dr. Aiesha, before slowly getting up and walking away. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then Alex II was getting a Drink of Pop A Male Mouse enter into the Enterprise undected as he saw Alex II* Male Mouse: Well well well Alexander Armignton II CIA Agent Rember me Alex II: *See this Male Mouse* ’ÄúYea Mike Nitro EX-CIA Agent what you want Mike: Well Admiral Donelly is not dead he alive and he want me to capture the girls so he can make them his best Soulders he he he Alex II: Over my Dead Body Mike: Well Since you are Cyborg so am I *Then Alex II Hit Mike chest Mike didn’Äôt feel a thing Mike: I am Cyborg Rember *Then Mike Punch Alex II hard as he hit the wall Alex II: Ok Time to use my Stringht *Then he went to his Cyborg mode and Punch Mike in the face as Mike wipe his face* Mike: Not bad but not hard enough! *Then Mike Picking up Alex II then Throwing him to the Raw then grabing him then throwing him into the window then he came in but Alex II got up then jump On Mike then they went into the the room were Fernando and the 4 girls are as Alex II Looking at them as he trying to pining Mike down Alex II: Sorry guys we got a Intruder here *Then Mike Throw off Alex II to the wall then he got up then looking at the girls* Mike: I will deal with you later *Then he Went to Alex II then Picking him up as He Throw him to outside then Alex II was getting up Mike hit Alex II in the stomic two time then throw him again as Mike was heading to him Alex II Grab Mike and throw him to the ground then they got up as Alex II Did 3 Roundhouse punchese to his face then a Round house kick but at the Last Kick Mike Grab him then Throwing him to the Wall* Mike: I will End your life CIA Agent then Fernando is next he he he -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - *Verified a couple of facts with Hondo and CR over on the chat: Triela and Rico have their personal weapons; Bink and Claes have barrowed revolver weapons from Hondo. Marco has Angelica's weapon since dropping her in the hospital. Fernando still has his 2 weapons on him: .22 on the belt buckle and .32/.38 in the shoulder holster* When the steel wall burst open from across the room, with Mike Nitro and AlexII flying through it, the girls come alive to their full cyborg capabilities, pulling out their arms and waiting for the air to clear out of dust and sitauation. Once one of them takes a clear shot at Mike, they take it. First come from Triela, shooting Mike in the back head, but watching the bullet bounce off. Mike turns to them, seeing each and everyone pointing their weapons at him. Claes: Cyborgs has 1 major weakness. Rico: Right. Triela: Aim for it, girls... Bink: Done. Claes: FIRE! Mike gets a full volley of assorted firepower thrown at his eyes as the girls empty their weapons. Though killed by the first and second bullets shot at him, the girls approach him and continue firing into his eyesockets until they run out of bullets. Naval security bust down the door to the imfirmary, charging in with their weapons pointed at everyone. The girls still have their guns pointed at the Dead Mike. Head of security team: Nobody Moves! -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] The girls still have their guns pointed at the Dead Mike. [\quote] (It sounds like they're acting aggressively to a non-functional microphone if this is taken out of context) -------------------------------------------------- ---- Back in a park near the Cafe, the AI had two Protocol 7 bodies - looking like Fernando and Hondo - very visibly and quietly playing chess against each other, confusing a couple of people from the Italian Embassy no end. ---- - - - - - And on the ship, the AI bat was trying to look for Fernando. It said that it had unearthed some information which it thought he might find useful... -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II: STAND DOWN NOW CIA ORDERS THE GIRLS WERE HELPING ME SO NAVY STAND DOWN NOW *AS Alex II Geting up* "OK WHo in charge of Scurcery? Becasue How you let this guy almost killed me got in undectedive? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando grabs his .32/.38 from his holster with his left, and the Blackwidow .22 from his belt buckle with his right, turning his head to the girls. Fernando: Girls, is the threat nuetralized? All the girls: Yes. Fernando: Girls, reload and revert to previous order. Rico, post yourself by the end of my bed. The girls comply, while the guards watch in awe, and the girls stare back at them like angry wolves at an intruder of the pack. Fernando: Dont even try it, men. They can kill you with their barehands as your bullets bounce off their bodies. Claes and Bink stand by Fernando, showing off their empty weapons that they can not reload due to lack of ammunition. Fernando holds out his two guns, the girls look at them for a while. Claes takes the .32/.38 and gives it to Bink, and then takes the Blackwidow for herself. Fernando searches his pockets and pulls out 2 more loaded magazine clips for the .32/.38 and 3 loaded chamber rounds. Claes takes them and distributes the items between her and Bink. Head of Security: We cant have armed civilians while on board... Fernando: Excuse me sir, but I would advise you to turn around and walk away, while your men clean up this mess. And Alex II is right, how could you have this cyborg gain entry onto this ship? You call yourself Head of Security? FO Rose and Captain RR walk into the imfirmary, with more guards, looking over the mess within, as Dr. Aiesha and DARYL wait outside. Captain RR: What in Tarnation happened on MY Ship?!! AlexII: That cyborg attacked me and sent me through that wall! Captain RR looks over the hole in the wall, noting that its made from 3 inches of amoured steel plating. Then he slowly turns to AlexII Captain RR: And who are you? AlexII: CIA Agent Alexander Armington II, here with Fernando on this Italian cyborg case. Captain RR: Fernando, can you verify what he said? Fernando: Yes, he's on our side. Captain RR, as he looks at the dead body on the floor: And who's this? AlexII: Mike Nitro, Ex-CIA, now rougue agent. He said something about Admiral Donnelly wanting these girls to be part of his solider compliment. Captain RR: I see. Captain RR leans over to his first officer (Rose) and whispers something to her. FO Rose nods and then leaves. Captain RR: Fernando, why are these girls armed? Fernando: For this exact reason. Captain RR as he approaches Fernando's bed: You know civilians are not allowed to be armed on a United States Military vessel. Fernando: The girls are my responsibility. The ship is yours. I kept them out of your hair, but your security was breached and they delt with a threat accordingly as your guards would. So I will continue to oversee the girls, you need to take care of your ship. Captain RR hates it when others tell him what is job it; and who wouldn't. Captain RR as he points at the transfusion connection tube between Fernando and Angelica: How much longer are you going to take with this? Fernando: Claes, time check? Claes: 42minutes so far. Fernando: Another hour and a 1/2, captain. Captain RR turns and walks away, while giving orders to his men. Captain RR: clean up this mess, I want the body on ice and that hold patched up. Add more security details to this wing. I dont want a repeat of this incident. Dr. Aiesha and DARYL walk into the imfirmary, ignoring everything else. Dr. Aiesha: Father! I'm glad your OK... Fernando: Please, not in front of the girls. Dr. Aiesha looks over Claes' work, and the transfusion tube, then at her watch. Fernando: Come back in 1/2 an hour. Dr. Aiesha: But... Fernando: Its not safe here... Now Go. Dr. Aiesha: But... Fernando: Just go. Dr. Aiesha leaves, DARYL follows. Bink: Thats your daughter? Fernando: So she is. Bink: Are you like that towards her? Claes: Bink. He's treating her like Jose treated you. Bink: But as her father, he should treat her better. We're just tools. Fernando: How people treat each other is on them. I dont treat Aiesha no better or worst than anyone else... maybe better since she is my daughter, but she's an adult now. And you girls, are more than just tools. You're people, though enhanced to do a specail job, but you are still people. Slowly Angelica stirs in her bed. Everyone turns to her so see how she was. Somehow, she finds the strength to say something. Angelica: Once upon a time, people can love each other, even fathers and daughters. But sometimes something happens, for better or worst. Triela: Aren't we all here because of our parents? Rico: My parents sent me here to get this new body, and if I have to work to keep it, I'll do anyhting for it. Fernando: Girls. Angelica's right. You are all here because of your parents, mostly because the wrong reasons... Bink: How so? Fernando: Bink, everyone, I want you to think hard to remember something from long ago. To go beyond your condictioning, your memories before being part of the section 1 with your handlers... and I want you to answer this: Do you remember love? They all stare back at him, unsure how to answer. But if they suceed, Fernando has put a major crack into their psychological brainwashing. Fernando: AlexII, I'm going to need you to leave. AlexII leaves the room without question. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair enters the room holding his trusty ColtMaster M3842 ready to fire. Seeing the body on the floor he lowers the gun and looks around. "One dead. One injured. Good work." and with that, leaves. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Fernando: Bink, everyone, I want you to think hard to remember something from long ago. To go beyond your condictioning, your memories before being part of the section 1 with your handlers... and I want you to answer this: Do you remember love? ... [\quote] Fernando: AlexII, I'm going to need you to leave. AlexII leaves the room without question. Rico follows him and locks the door behind AlexII as he left. She then does a complete 180, and heads back to the bed, almost in a marching fashion. Bink: Do I remember Love? From a family? My Fratello is my family... Rico: I remember my family. They used to fight and agrue about me all the time, at least when I was in the hospital. Triela: I dont remember my family at all. Claes: I barely remember mine. Fernando: Your condictioning, your programming and your brainwashing prevents you to remember who and what you were before becoming members of section 1. Some of you have went through a heavy condictioning process, others light. It depends on what brought you here in the first place. I can not answer for you why it was done to you, but you have to go past your condictioning to understand why. Bink: Do you love your daughter? Claes: Bink, that was unnecessary! Fernando lets out a sigh before answering. Fernando: Its OK, Claes. Let me start with everyone has a secret. Aiesha was a secret that I did not know about until just a few years ago. It makes no less that I do love her or not, it only made it difficult to accept. Once there is acceptence, then can be understand and then love. Yes, I love her for she is my daughter, when I found out the truth that she was. Mind you, she's 26 now, I've only known about her since she was 18. Bink: Wow... The other 3 girls look at Bink in disbelief. Bink: What?!! Claes: Maybe there was a reason as to why it happened. Fernando: There was a reason; I do not consider it to be the right reason, but there was a reason. Bink: What was that reason? Fernando: Her mother and I had a fight and ran away from me. Doing that, she did not tell me she was pregnant. Nor did she tell me that she was raising our child in the few times that we met. In short, discovering Aiesha was an accident. Since then, I've done my best for her. Bink: That was not nice of her. Fernando: Believe me, she is not nice. Bink: Then how did you and her got together? Fernando glares Bink but only for a second Fernando: Thats ancient history. Triela: We have plenty of time. Claes: Not you too... Fernando: Its OK, Claes... History started by once upon a time, and living happily ever after, but it did not turn out to be that way. You girls fought against terrorists and corrupt government officals. What would happen if one of you became like them- hurting others. Rico: We will kill who ever that might be. Fernando: Elsa? Bink: Elsa was not evil. Triela: She killed her handler, Lauro. Bink: That does not make her evil. Claes: What if she did not kill herself? Fernando: That is the problem, too many if's. But you girls have not answered my question... Do You Remember Love? -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - Claes remembers reading a lot and how she got books for Christmas and birthdays. At least those are the memories of her previous life rekindled by the photo album in her file. In every photograph, she is reading or holding up a book she just received. Those are certainly warm, pleasant memories. "Is that love?" She wonders. There is a tug on her heart for the life she once had. That is all Claes can be certain of. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [OOC] So she managed to get the photo album/records that Rabello had in his desk? I would have assumed that SWA/Section 1 would have torn up the place looking for something like that in his possesion, considering that he tried to taken them down.[/OOC] -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Adarmal Donaly got a call "WHAT Great Ok Thanks Spy stay there and wate for further orders Spy on the phone: yes sir *then he hang up Andmaral Donaley: Nitro Is Dead Time to call a Friend to send anaother Cyborg this time That is Sneaky *Then make the call Donaley: Profesor DO you have a ROuge CIA Cyborg Ready? Profesor: Yea I do name Scott Turbo He can desquise easy he in the ship ready so he won't be taken down easy Donaley: Good you be Pade too Profesor: Right he on RR Ship as a Navey Officer Donaley: GOOD Actavated him * In a US Enterprise Gym a Male Mouse was doing Excursise as he was Actavated then put the weight back Scott: Must Capture the Girls and Get Rid of Fernando *Then taking out two 9mm as he place them in his hosters then put his Uinformer on as he head out and head to Fernando room - - - - - Last edited by Charles_Roberts on Sun Sep 02, 2007 7:51 pm, edited 2 times in total. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo had been in the copter hanger when the earlier ruckus had taken place. Fernando had made it clear on copter that he wanted to be alone with the girls durin' the transfusion. Hondo didn't argue as he knew Fernando had a good reason, and Hondo trusted his judgment thoroughly by now. when the ruckus was told about down at the hanger bay, Hondo raced topside with a suitcase like box in one hand and his .50 cal dragoon in the other. He clearly missed the action, but he knew the girls needed more ammo, or more guns. the door to the infirmary was closed again when Hondo got there, so he knocked on the door. Fernando looked up with a disgusted look on his face but his looked lost its angry when he saw Hondo, who was holdin' up the case and pointin' at it. Fernando ordered one of the girls to let Hondo in, and to relock the door after him. "About time you got here." Fernando said. "sorry. I missed the action, just makin' sure they got to work on that copter and didn't mess up my modifications." Hondo said. Hondo opened the case as the girles looked on with curious looks, wonderin' what he had. Hondo read their looks and answered them. "that will not be or last intruder I'm a thinkin', so y'all need more ammo and more fire power." Hondo said. " I'll take my pistols back from you two," Hondo pointed at Bink and Claes, "and give you each two of these." Hondo pulled out four .25/.32's and handed it to Bink and Claes. "Rico can have the fifth one and use her own pistole as I have more ammo for her. Trielle , I have more ammo for you and you can use this snub nose .38 special I found in the copter. I'll give each of you 50 rounds a piece of ammo per calibre weapon you have." Hondo said. "sounds good to me. now You can do whatever and I can finish here." Fernando said. "I'm stayin' here." Hondo said. "No your not." Fernando said. "I'm stayin' I'll sit in the corner and stay quiet, but since the last fellow failed who knows how many will come next. I'm stayin' and helpin'." Hondo said. Fernando saw the determination in Hondo's blood shot eyes, the lack of sleep was showin' a little. "OK. We might need you at that." Fernando said as he laid back down. Hondo pick himself an out of sight, dark corner and sat down on a chair backward with pistol in hand and his colt shot gun, which he had slung over his shoulder, rested against his knee. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando: Girls, we'll continue our discussion later; Claes, time check. Claes: Its been 1 hour and 20minutes. Fernando: Whats Angelica's vital signs? Claes: Its... (she looks at her notes and then to the life monitors)... Heart rate is 72, Blood Pressure is 110/80. Fernando (to himself): a definate improvement. Bink: Your blood pressure and heart rate are dropping. Fernando: Let them drop. I'll be fine after a while. Hondo: You're also be in no condiction to fight either. Fernando: I thought you were going to rest. Hondo: I am. Just stating the obvious, thats all. Fernando slowly gets up and sits on his bed next to Angelica's, thinking '2 hours- that would be a little more than 4 pints of blood, or about less than 1/2 of my total supply.' Fernando: Rico, go to the guards outside and tell them to go get Dr. Aiesha. Rico complies, returning when she was done. Feeling tired, Fernando takes his guns that the girls had returned, putting them into their proper placements on his person. He then spots the case where he had packed the extra guns at, finding 1 left inside. He takes it along with a clip of ammo, checks it and then places it on Angelica's belly. She reaches to get and picks it up, moving it to a more comfortable position on her person. Within minutes, Dr. Aiesha returns with DARYL. Rico opens the door for her, but following directions too literally, draws her weapon to DARYL to keep him at bay by the door before locking it on his face. Fernando approves of her actions. Dr. Aiesha: Whats going on? Fernando: Its time to disconnect. Dr. Aiesha: Its only been 90 minutes or so. Fernando: More than enough. I figure she has 1/2 my blood volume in her, and for a girl her size, thats more than enough. Dr. Aiesha clamps the transfer tube on both patients, slowly removing the needle from Angelica's arm first and bandaging the injection site, and then does the same to Fernando. Fernando slowly gets up and stands by Angelica's bed. Stroking her hair to one side, he tells her: You need to want to live if you dont want to die. Understand that? Angelica nods her head. Fernando: No one here wants you to die. We want you to live. Angelica: I know. Fernando Then get well. Aiesha, I'll be back, you stay with the girls. Girls, protect Dr. Aiesha and Angelica. Come on Hondo... we got things to do. Hondo: OK Boss Squirrel Man. Dr. Aiesha tries to start an arguement to keep Fernando from leaving, but quickly loses the battle. They both leave. Bink can be heard saying: Dr. Aiesha, is that really your father? Claes: BINK! Fernando and Hondo make their way to the galley, where they walk into the cooking area and talk with the KP-Sgt. (Kitchen Police Sargent). Fernando: Sir, I have several girls in the imfirmary who have not eaten all day. Mind setting a little something for them? KP-Sgt: What do you have in mind? Fernando: Well, lets see. Tea. small cake like things, like crumpets or mini cresaunts? A big pasta meal can be given later on, lets say, for dinner. KP-Sgt: We really dont have things like that here. FO Rose walks in quietly, checks the 'mess' for routine inspection, and listens in before stepping into the conversation. FO Rose: You have enough raw materials here. Make something a little specail for our invited and dignified guests. KP-Sgt: Yes Sir! (Then he turns to his kitchen crew, walking away and shouting at them) Listen here you maggots... FO Rose: Fernando, I've seen you look better in worse situations. Fernando: I know. I'm just tired. FO Rose: Dont give me that 'I'm Tired' BS... I know what you did, and I cant really do or say anything about it, but I expect no less out of you. Now, if my basic first aide is correct, you need some food yourself. Fernando: Just take a banana, and come milk and blend it, that and some cookies, and I'll be fine. FO Rose. OK then. Go sit in the main dining area, and I'll take care of things for you. Fernando makes his way to the main dining area. Hondo sneaks around the kitchen area, taking a sample of the chili and beef that they were preparing for the crew. He eventually catches up with Fernando and sits with his small meal. Fernando: You're in no better shape than I am. Hondo: You do what you got to do, you know. Fernando: Yes, one must, but not that the expense of themselves. Look, Hondo- you do as you must so that every night, you can feel comfortable going to bed and not worry about some idiot going after you in your sleep. Hondo: I'll do fine with naps here and there. I'll sleep when I get home. Fernando: Just dont be too tired. We're not finished yet. FO Rose arrives with a tall metal glass of blended bananas and milk, with a dish of assorted cookies. FO Rose: Dont tell the captain about this. Those are from his private stock. Fernando: Well, for that I'm going to have to repay him and you after the mission. Thanks. FO Rose: You dont have to repay anything... Just get those girls to the Cafˆ© is payment enough. Fernando: Whats your interest in them? FO Rose: I dont mean it to sound like that or anything. It just no child should be put through what they have went through. Fernando: I see. Fernando starts off his drink and cookies, taking it slow. Hondo finishes his small meal long before Fernando does his. The KP-Sgt arrives to their table with a closed large serving tray, that he places on the table. KP-Sgt: Tea and pasteries for our guest. Its not our finest chinaware but it will have to do. Fernando: Thank you sir. I'll see that you get a medal for your service. The KP-Sgt looks at him odd, as if he would ever get a medal for this favor. He then nods at Fernando, turns around and walks away. Fernando finishes the last of his drink and cookies, before getting up to leave. He tries to pick up the serving try but finds it heavier than he'd expected. Hondo reaches for it and takes it. Fernando: Thank you Rose. FO Rose: Its been my pleasure. Fernando and Hondo leaves the galley and back to the imfirmary with the tray. Once inside, they put the tray on Fernando's bed and open it. Hondo lowers to the bed to table level. Fernando: Sorry ladies, but we're short on tables and chairs. The girls look at the tray, without first realizing what it that they had bought. Once they figured out what it was, they go about their tea ritual. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Scott Was looking for the girls and Fernando "Find Fernando Elemated him, Find the girls and capture them too and They going to get a Little surpise he he he* * Alex II Was in his quaters working on his Scaner see if Red a Rouge Green Not a Rouge *then he got it working but it show two Red one in the communcation and other Walking towards Fernando room Alex II: Two Himm That how Mike got in a Spy in the communcaton Tower of course he was one disconeted the Armes so Mike won't be deceteve I need go warn Fernando now *Then Ran To Find Fernando First before Scott Get there* -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Charles_Roberts"] Adarmal Donaly got a call "WHAT Great Ok Thanks Spy stay there and wate for further orders [\quote] Spy on the phone: yes sir *then he hang up Andmaral Donaley: Nitro Is Dead Time to call a Friend to send anaother Cyborg this time will Bulletproff Eyes *Then make the call Donaley: Profesor DO you have a ROuge CIA Cyborg Ready? Profesor: Yea I do name Scott Turbo his eyes are Bulletproff also Gun Proff too so he won't be taken down easy Donaley: Good you be Pade too Profesor: Right he on RR Ship as a Navey Officer Donaley: GOOD Actavated him Charles. Cyborg's eyes are not bullet proof. Even the rest of their body is not truly bullet proof. They can sustain injuries depending on how and where they were hit. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 43

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:40pm Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then A Black and Red Mouse name Terriance Williams was the spy for Admaral Donalay as he found out he wnet to his quaters get his Stuecase full of Cash, Then put two 9mm in his hosters then take his AK-47 and Strap it on his shoulders, then take 10 Rounds for his gun also take a another sutecase with 60 Rounds 30 of 9mm Rounds and 30 of AK-47 Rounds then he heading to the boat guard it by Two guards* Guard 1: Halt Terriance: You two get out of my way *Then he SHot them with his Slicer then head down to the boats* * Alex II Came in Sorry To Interupted you Fernando We got a Spy on our ship also a Rouge Agent Cyborg is on his way to Find you and the girls then kill you and Take the Girls with him Navey Officer: Sir We found two guards they say Terriance shot them also Carrying two Bags of Money and a Sute Case with 60 Rounds of Ammo Alex II: That measn he must making his Escape We need to find him and Arest him also Stop Scott * Scott Took out his AK-47/w Smoke Guaraes Then he Fire his Smoke Guared to Cover the area Were Fernando and the Girls are Scott Voice: Fernando We going to play a Game same go for the CIA AGents and the Girls Try to Find me in Smoke if you doin't find me then I will shot you Anywere so Come and Get me if you Dare HA HA HAHA HA! Alex II: That measn he coving Terriance Getaway So we need a Plan - - - - - Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - As soon as the alarm was raised on Enterprise, the rest of the ships in Task Force 2TX38 sounded General Quarters. Aboard the USS Texas and her escorts, men scurried to their battle stations while security teams were put on full alert. Then, deep in the AEGIS cruiser USS San Jacinto, a radar contact appeared on the scope in her Combat Information Center. It was very small, about the size one would expect from a small launch, but the powerful SPY-1 radar system that the AEGIS cruiser mounted was able to pick it up anyway. "What is it?" was all that Captain Hale wanted to know. "I have no idea, Captain. It just appeared next to Enterprise." "Stand by then." At that moment, an SH-60 LAMPS III helicopter was in the process of taking off from the San Jacinto. The helicopter was armed with anti-submarine warfare equipment and a door-mounted .50 caliber machine gun. The chopper lifted into the air and began to orbit around the core of the battle group. What happens next? I wonder....and I'm back!!!! ...in this round robin, that is. :) -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="CCC"] [quote="Fernando"] The girls still have their guns pointed at the Dead Mike. (It sounds like they're acting aggressively to a non-functional microphone if this is taken out of context) [\quote] [OOC] If you grabbed him by the hair and shook his head, you can hear the bullets rattle in his skull. [/OOC] Dr. Aiesha checks on Angelica, who is rapidly recovering from her internal injuries, and is showing internal hemoraging slowing down. She then eyes over to Fernando who was with Hondo, who now looks like the lab rat that was deliberately stressed to failure just to see how it looks, before returning to Angelica. Dr. Aiesha: Feeling better? Angelica: Much better. When can I return to the drom with the others? Dr. Aiesha: Uhm... soon. Very soon. Angelica: Today? Bink: Want some tea and pasteries, Angelica? Dr. Aiesha (to herself): Nice save, Bink. Angelica: Yes, please. Bink: Can she, Dr. Aiesha? Dr. Aiesha: Yes she can, Bink. Bink serves Angelica some tea and pasteries while Dr. Aiesha walks over to her father, Fernando. The girls go on with their philosophical talk about their situation. Dr. Aiesha: You're OK, Dad? Fernando: Huh? Dr. Aiesha: I asked if you were OK. Fernando: No, not that. You called me 'Dad'. Dr. Aiesha: I did? Oh... anyways, are you OK? Fernando: Considering what is happening, I'll be fine in time. Dr. Aiesha: Were you always like this, Dad? Fernando: You did it again. Dr. Aiesha: Look- you deserve the title. Anyone that caring deserves all the titles they can get. Fernando: You actually think I care? Dr. Aiesha: You must since you do so much. You dont know these girls, but you're working to getting them a new live, and save them from a life of killing and hard emotions. Fernando: Look, I wont admit in words why I do things. I just see a wrong that needs righted, and I will right it. Words be darn. Its easy to talk. Its hard to do. And this is a world where one is darn for doing or not doing. So I rather be darn for doing something than doing nothing. There is where I've always stand. Dr. Aeisha leans over and gives Fernando on his forehead, before getting up and walking away to her patient. Hondo: If she wasn't your daughter, I would ask her out. Fernando: You can ask her out, but disrespect her, and you'll have to deal with me. Hondo: Thats why I wont ask her out. Fernando just shakes his head. Hondo: You said that there is more to be done? Fernando: Yes. But you and I need rest before we can continue further. Hondo: I'll be fine with my cat naps. Fernando (as he got up): then nap now. Fernando went back to his bed, moving it back to its area, and closing off the area with its curtains. He shuts off the lights, places the glasses on the nightstand and tries to go to sleep on the bed with the pillow over his eyes. His glasses fall off the nightstand and to underneath Angelica's bed. Bink picks them up and tries to look through them, finding it difficult to see through. Bink: How can he see through them? Claes takes the glasses from Bink, and looks through them, before putting them above hers. Then she realizes that though dark as they are, what can be seen is enhanced by constrast, thus seeing a moving object is easier to track while looking through them. But it requires a very sensitive pair of eyes to see through them. Claes takes them off and walks into Fernando's partitioned area, putting the glasses on the night stand again. The she reaches over Fernando, taking the finger sensor and places it on his left index finger. The monitors start recording his vital signs again. Fernando: Thank you Claes. Claes gasps for a second. Claes: How you knew it was me? Fernando: Dont ask. I just know. I need some sleep. And though Angelica looks better, she needs her rest too. So lets get the lights darken and you with the others can guard us until dinner. Claes: Yes. Claes steps out of the partitioned area, talked with the girls when they were done with their tea party, and then went into guard mode while Fernando and Angelica slept. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II Looking for Scott see were he is * Terriance get on his boat puting his, bags and Sutie Case into the boat Terriance: Just in case if the USS Texas try to blow me up I got a little suprise for them he he he *Then he started his boat then went underwater on the back side as he heading to SOuth America* * Scott: Himm Girls guarding Fernando himm lucky I set up some AK-47 in 8 rooms *then he hit door number one as first machene gun came out and Fire at Fernando Room since no one is at the Door *Alex II heard a Gun shot then he ran saw Door 1 with the machien gun shooting at Fernando room Alex II: No one there *then Fire a Rocket Luncher take out the Machene gun "Guys Becafule he not in the 7 Rooms so he contorling the Machene guns in the 7 rooms they will Fire at Fernando room so Find the contorl box and Find him too Scott: Alex II You will never find me he he he one down 7 More to go so witch room is the 7 Machene guns in He he he he he *Then Scott began to move into the Airvent as he heading to Fernando room also he actavated his 4 Decoys look alike to head to Fernando room discrated the girls* Scott: My Decoys will take care of them he he he -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - "Captain, the contact is on the move," the radar officer announced. "Moving on a course of 270 degrees." Then Radio spoke up. "Incoming message from Texas, ma'am." Captain Linda Hale picked up the phone off of her console. "Hale here." The vixen listened intently for a few brief moments. "I see. Thank you." Linda hung up the phone and turned to fire control. "FC, you have permission to engage. Execute." "Yes, ma'am," the FC seaman responded as he tapped commands into his console. On deck, the USS San Jacinto's forward 5"/54 caliber gun mount came to life. The completely automated mount swiveled around to track the target boat. Then, with a crack, the gun flared into action, sending a 5" round screaming out of the barrel and straight at Terriance's boat. Even as the little boat dived, the shell found its mark. It didn't even have to hit the boat. The concussion from the shell's impact against the water created an underwater shockwave that ripped the submersible boat apart. Then the shell detonated and the shrapnel did its deadly work, peppering the remnants of the boat with large chunks of steel. The Mark 45 gun system cycled, automatically loading another shell, and just three seconds later another round slammed into the water where the boat was, further disintegrating it. On the San Jacinto, the radar and sonar blip that represented Terriance's boat vanished. "Target eliminated," Radar announced. The entire engagement, from beginning to end, had taken less than twenty seconds. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - The bat, still trying to find Fernando, met Dr. Aiesha leaving his room. "Do you know where Fernando is?" it asked. "He needs his sleep." said the doctor, firmly. "Very well. My news will wait. Is this his room?" "You are not to go inside." she tells him. "He's getting little enough rest as it is." "I shall wait outside until he awakes." The bat settled down calmly to wait... ...and ten minutes later, a machine gun fired just above it's head. Alex II fired a rocket at it, said something about a control box and seven other machine guns, and then went rushing off. The AI bat quietly began to open the other seven doors and disconnect the machine guns one by one... -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo decided to take one of his quick naps now. he propped himself in a corner, cocked his shot gun and laid it over his knees. He knew the slightest unusual noise would wake him, and he is not fun to play with when being just woken up. as Hondo drifted off to the half sleep, half consciousness he called a nap, he heard Fernando's rhythmic breath of sleep and heard the girls quiet chatter as the kept vigil over him. *Well, at least I don't have to watch over him.* Hondo thought as his last complete conscious thought until being woke. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Sleep is one thing that is easy to get, rest another different thing altogether. A couple of hours sleep may not be enoug for all involved, but it will have to do. What is more important now is the welfare of the girls, even though for the time being there is a symoboisis going on at the moment. Fernando wakes up, feeling like being on the losing end of Mack truck vs VW Beetle. It takes a little longer than normal to gather his wits together, but he mamages. He gets up out of bed and steps out through the partition, quickly latching onto Angelica's bed. The girls look at him, wondering if to help or not. He recomposes himself for a minute before making his statement. Fernando: Ladies... dinner time. I need you to go to the bathroom and wash up before we go. The girls stick their hands out in front of him, showing that they are ahead of schedule. Even Angelica was ready. Hondo was already awake and aware at this time. Fernando: Alright... How about a wheelchair for Angelica? Claes points to the one on the opposite side of her bed. Fernando: OK then... As soon as Angelica gets into the wheelchair, we can go. Bink: What about you washing your hands? Hondo: Dont look at me, Boss Squirrel Man. I already got my hands washed... Fernando: Alright... I'll go wash my hands. But we all better be ready to go when I'm done. Fernando goes off to opposite side of the imfirmary where the bath and wash room was. He washes his hands as he normally does, like a doctor preparing for surgery. He comes out some 5 minutes later, finding the girls ready by the door. Hondo takes Angelica's wheel chair, and they walk out of room as a group. CCC gets up and approaches the group, for Fernando, alarming the girls into defense mode. Each one taking their small arms out, aiming it at the AI-Bat. Not to overly concerned, CCC looks over at the girls and their guns pointed at him. He does however keeps his distance as to not further alarm them. CCC: I have some vital information for you, sir. Fernando: Girls, relax. Put away the guns and go on ahead of me. I'll meet you in a moment. Hondo takes the cue and pushes Angelica in her wheelchair out of the area as quickly as he can rapid-walk from there. The girls give chase as to follow him to the galley. Fernando (yelling down the hall): make sure that they sit in a table and not get on line! Fernando then turns to the AI-Bat Fernando: What information do you have? -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - "I have found that there were originally ten fratello teams. One team is dead; I have confirmed locations between one and two weeks ago for the other teams, together with fragments of a deleted two-week-old document describing their expected plans from that point on. Your activities since that point may have changed those plans." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="CCC"] "I have found that there were originally ten fratello teams. One team is dead; I have confirmed locations between one and two weeks ago for the other teams, together with fragments of a deleted two-week-old document describing their expected plans from that point on. Your activities since that point may have changed those plans." [\quote] Fernando: I see. You'd just verified some of what I already know. Question is, do you suspect that the remaining Fratello teams are a danger to us that should be delt with or leave them alone? I'm also going to need a message sent to the UN Investigators- to release custody onto our group the following individuals and have them waiting at the airport for a mid-day pick up tomarrow. The individuals are (6 total): Louis Duvalier- Technician officer, works on designing outside of the cyborg's body. Belgonchi- Technician officer, expert on artificial organs and the vascular system. Priscilla- A female agent for Section 2. Ferro- Another female agent for Section 2. Pietro Fermi- A male agent for Section 1, who investigated the deaths of Elsa deSica and Lauro, also finding information on the child assassins employed by Section 2. Elenora Gabrielli- A female agent for Section 1, Pietro's Assistant. She often kept track of minor details for Section 1 for him and kept a Moleskine pocketbook with everything she needed written inside. Depending on interviews with these people will I determine the next set of actions. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - "I cannot say whether or not they are a threat. Their last known locations are in the city of Rome; they are armed, proficient with weapons, and have caused several deaths in the past, and their planning documents suggest the intent to cause further deaths; however, these activities have in general been confined to Italy; there is no prior example of some fratello teams being broken up by an external force; I cannot reliably predict their reactions." "I have emailed your request." [quote="The email"] Please release into the custody of Fernando the following individuals: Louis Duvalier- Technician officer, works on designing outside of the cyborg's body. Belgonchi- Technician officer, expert on artificial organs and the vascular system. Priscilla- A female agent for Section 2. Ferro- Another female agent for Section 2. Pietro Fermi- A male agent for Section 1, who investigated the deaths of Elsa deSica and Lauro, also finding information on the child assassins employed by Section 2. Elenora Gabrielli- A female agent for Section 1, Pietro's Assistant. She often kept track of minor details for Section 1 for him and kept a Moleskine pocketbook with everything she needed written inside. [\quote] It is requested that they be waiting at an airport for a midday pickup tomorrow. CCC - - - - - Fernando - - - - - Fernando: I appreiciate the help you've given thus far. How are in you data processing? While I'm gone tomarrow, I'm going to need you to commicate with Dr. Aiesha, DARYL and the cyborg doctors, and extrapulate intel from them that will benefit the girl's health in terms of identifying toxins used in the cyborgnetic implants and how to eliminate or counteract those toxins. Knowing that their bones are augmented with carbon fiber can pose a threat to various organ systems, one cant simply remove the carbon fiber that easily. So between your knowledge and theirs, I think a solution can be found. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Ferro- Another female agent for Section 2. [\quote] Why Ferro? -------------------------------------------------- Aiesha - - - - - Interogation of the cyborg doctors did not go well as planned. Too much in the way of "its too way out of your league", "you wont understand the technologies used", "this is beyond your ability to learn"; are just excuses for not foward the needed information in addressing the girls' health needs. Though my medical carrer is a short one, I have never seen such a sickly group of girls, nor I probably never will. Of all the areas of the ship, the rear of the tower on the deck is the most quietest. But as the sun goes down, not much daylight is left. DARYL and I do what we can with what little light is left, going over the notes Fernando left behind the last time he was here... [quote="Fernando's Notes"] Considing that in microscopically adhering carbon fibers to the Calcium matrix of the bones, this will present a major interference problem with Calcium/Phosphorus exchange in the blood stream. Also depending on the metals used in the augmenting of joints in various locations through the body, there a concern for poisoning from those metals... [/quote] Then it hit me... "Dad- how you never became a medical doctor is beyond me, but your assessment is just sheer genius in the scope of its simplicity of the obvious." DARYL: What was that, Dr. Aiesha? Dr. Aiesha: Oh... nothing. Really. DARYL: If I did not know any better... Dr. Aiesha: Well, its getting late. How about a quick dinner before retiring to bed? DARYL: I do not require any sleep. Dr. Aiesha: You and that andriod brain of yours... Well, lets eat first. I know that body of your does requirement nourishment. DARYL gets up first and lends a hand to help me to get up. Jus a few steps around the tower, we step into the ship's infrastructure, down some halls and stairs, and into the galley. Instead of getting on line first, we commandaire a large table in the rear to continue our studies with. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] [quote="Fernando"] Ferro- Another female agent for Section 2. [\quote] Why Ferro? [\quote] Ferro in Italian means 'Iron', but thats besides the point. Jean was the #2 man in Section 2 with the Cyborgs Fratello teams. Ferro seemed to be #2 in Intellegence and operations. She was always there most of the time for set up & clean up of missions, and tending to the girls when wounded (immediate first aide). Thus she knows a bit more about the girls than the rest of the staff, but at the same time, being serious enough to stay personally out of it. If things would have worked out differently, Ferro would have been given her own cyborg to work with on missions and not supervise or oversee the others like she has. [OOC] BTW; GunSlinger 2 Series is coming out. When, dont know. Here is a translated link to munch on...[\OOC] -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 44

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:40pm Charles_Roberts - - - - - Scott: Well I give your Bat Robot Friend some props He Deactavated my Machene Guns now Can he Decatavaed my 4 Decoys Drones? he better find them they are heident also master of Desquase one could be in the Cafatera were the girls are or one could be in the room were Fernando is rember you got 5 Hours before I gvie them the order to attack HA HAAHAHHAHA * Alex II: great 5 Hours we need *Radio Fernando* "Feranando Look at your Docotrs in the room with you one of the is Scott Decoy Drones you have to find it in 5 hours before Scott Give them the order to attack and one is in the Cafateria room send CCC There this one is master of Desquiese scott didn't say witch one it could be anyone so find it and shut it down there are two more some were so that toatl of 4 I am going to find one Send RR to Find the other one I think Scott is Playing a game of Cat and Mouse Scott Voice: That Right CIA Agent Alex II I am Playing a game of Cat and Mouse, I am the Cat and you are the Mouses I can get you anyway I can HA HA HAHAHAHAHA - - - - - CCC - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Fernando: I appreiciate the help you've given thus far. How are in you data processing? While I'm gone tomarrow, I'm going to need you to commicate with Dr. Aiesha, DARYL and the cyborg doctors, and extrapulate intel from them that will benefit the girl's health in terms of identifying toxins used in the cyborgnetic implants and how to eliminate or counteract those toxins. Knowing that their bones are augmented with carbon fiber can pose a threat to various organ systems, one cant simply remove the carbon fiber that easily. So between your knowledge and theirs, I think a solution can be found. [\quote] "I can increase my data processing speed by having the tripods build more processors as required. However, my medical knowledge is almost non-existant; it would be most sensible to send any conclusions I reach to DOS first, in order to remove the blatantly ludicrous before suggesting them further." -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="CCC"] "I can increase my data processing speed by having the tripods build more processors as required. However, my medical knowledge is almost non-existant. . . ." [\quote] CCC, you are a manifestation of the Internet. How many more servers on the Internet do you require? Further, you already have all the medical knowledge the Internet has to offer. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] [quote="CCC"] "I can increase my data processing speed by having the tripods build more processors as required. However, my medical knowledge is almost non-existant. . . ." [\quote] CCC, you are a manifestation of the Internet. How many more servers on the Internet do you require? Further, you already have all the medical knowledge the Internet has to offer. [\quote] Even when one has the power and knowledge, one still limits themselves to their former capabilities. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] CCC, you are a manifestation of the Internet. How many more servers on the Internet do you require? Further, you already have all the medical knowledge the Internet has to offer. Jeanette Isabelle [\quote] There are other people who think that they have the right to use most of those servers and may therefore try to prevent my use of them; besides which, building a lot of servers next to each other with their own, private network allows faster communication between servers. And the AI cannot tell the difference between correct and incorrect medical data; if a website suggests beetroot and potatoes as a cure for AIDS, well, it wouldn't know any better. It does know that there is a lot of contradictory information out there, though... -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="CCC"] [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] CCC, you are a manifestation of the Internet. How many more servers on the Internet do you require? Further, you already have all the medical knowledge the Internet has to offer. Jeanette Isabelle [\quote] There are other people who think that they have the right to use most of those servers and may therefore try to prevent my use of them; besides which, building a lot of servers next to each other with their own, private network allows faster communication between servers. And the AI cannot tell the difference between correct and incorrect medical data; if a website suggests beetroot and potatoes as a cure for AIDS, well, it wouldn't know any better. It does know that there is a lot of contradictory information out there, though... [\quote] Thats the difference between Intellegence and Knowledge - - - - - Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - DOS, having thirty-eight years of human experience integrated in her code, has an advantage over CCC. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="CCC"] ...it would be most sensible to send any conclusions I reach to DOS first, in order to remove the blatantly ludicrous before suggesting them further. [\quote] Fernando: Just supply what you have; they can eliminate the nonsensical datum from the list. I have much work to do before we return for home. CCC: I will provide what I can. Fernando: Good. Fernando starts to walk away, at first to catch up with Hondo and the girls, but then stops by the a set of standing guards in the hallway. Fernando: Tell your supervisors, the one named Jean who is in the interogation, bring him out to the port bow (right rear) of the ship. I will be there waiting. One the two guards comply to the demand. As he radios the message, Fernando leaves to the deck of the ship. He waits at the appointed area, as within a minute's time, Captain RR and two guards arrive with Jean in irons. Fernando: Release him from his jewlery. Captain RR: Isn't he a prisonner? Fernando: I will deal with him. Release him and let us be. Captain RR: I am not into following orders from anyone other than my superiors... Fernando: I'm not giving you orders, nor would I need too. I just require assistance in completing this mission. Thank you and your crew in complying to me needs. Captain RR: You'll be fine with him freed? Fernando: I'll be fine. Besides, its a long swim back to Italy, and if he tries to steal a plane, he'll be shot. So what options does he have? Captain RR signals to the guards to remove the shackles placed upon Jean. After unshackling him, the captain leaves with his gaurds, posting them by the entrance of the tower. Jean: What do you want of me? Fernando: You refer the girls as a tool. But they are not tools, they are children. Children who are dying because your service's dirty work. Jean: These girls were already dead when they were given to us. We gave them new bodies, repaired their injuries, trained them to use their new bodies, put together a new life for them. For all this, all we asked is their service in section 2. Fernando: Asked for their service? How is brainwashing them into submission and obiedence asking somebody in service? Tell me, what if in asking, they refused to do the service? Jean remained silent for the moment. Jean: You do not understand what we are going through? Fernando: We? As in we being Italy or something more personal? Jean: We as in Italy. Fernando: Really. You say one thing but the inflection in your voice tells me another. Jean: You do not understand what it is to deal with corrupt politicians, organized crime and terrorism. You do not know the personal price that we all pay. Fernando: Oh really? Jean: You will never know. Fernando: You will never know the personal price I have paid for the likes of you. For God, Honor and Country- you believe what you do wrong is right. Do Not believe that you will convince me otherwise. All I care about is restoring some humanity to the girls, and your cooperation to that cause. Jean: And what do I get in return for this cooperation? Fernando: That would be your mistake to think that you will be rewarded for just a few words and little action. Jean: Then why should I help you? Fernando: Its a long swim back to Italy. Jean: You're no better than the terrorists we hunt down. Fernando: That would be your mistake to mark me as an enemy. You see, I have no enemies, they are all dead and buried. Jean: That has to be the most hollowed threat I have ever heard. Fernando: I dont need to make threats. Never did, never will. I do what is supposed to be right- not for me, but for others, even if I dont agree with it myself. And right now, what is right is to restore those girls to being girls. Jean: I do not think that would be possible. Fernando: If you're so willing to give up hope into what I ask, then I have no use for the likes of you. Jean: Heh... what now, you expect me to swim for home? Fernando: You can go back to your friends. Hopefully you will change your mind. Leave now, go to the guards, and they will take you to your friends. When I am done, you will be released. Jean starts to walk away from Fernando, back to the guards, saying ouloud, "Terrorist..." -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - Dr. Aiesha looked skeptically at the large, leather-bound book; somewhat larger than the average encyclopedia volume. "There are all cures for carbon fibre poisoning?" she asked skeptically. "No, cures specific to carbon fibre are in here." The AI held out a far smaller book. "The larger book contains part one of a list of compounds and procedures designed to aid with any medical problem, suggested in each case by at least one source." Dr. Aiesha nodded, and proceeded to ignore the large book entirely... -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Dr. Aiesha: Can you build a a spectural analyzer? CCC: I can build anything, when given plans and sufficant explaination as to how it works. Dr. Aiesha: Basic Technology 101- Given a pure source of light, all materials reflect back all light except that of their molecular and atomic componants, thus creating a spectural signature for that item. All is needed is an enclosed space, with a small table in its center for the item to sit upon. A point of enty for the pure light to enter, and point of exit for the reflected light to leave, and a prism to break apart the light into its componant signature. CCC: sounds simple to build. I will get on it right away. Dr. Aiesha: There is more. It must be less then a cubic foot and a 1/2, about 18 inches; still the simple part. The hard part is a spectral analyzer and comparator, to read the spectral signature, and compare it to known signatures for an analysis. CCC: Would this analyzer/comparator be analog or digital? Dr. Aiesha: Analog, unless you can provide 1megabit resolution, and do comparisons in nanoseconds per entry/sample. Most of the designs and explaination of its operations for this analyzer can be found in the internet, as well as millions of prerecorded signatures for known subtances. CCC signals to his tripods about the ship to gather some materials into the imfirmary, and quickly finds planes for a high resolution spectral analyzer. The tripods begin to build this spectral analyzer with materials that they have recycled from the ship. They also gathered one defunct laptop which they had repaired and programmed to work with the analyzer. As they have their little conversation, Hondo enters with the girls in tow. The table where Dr. Aiesha, CCC and DARYL was the emptier of all. They head to it. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo wheeled Angelica to the end that had no chair, and the girls sit down at the empty spots. "gal's, I'm gonna go buy the door and wait watch for Fernando. I'll be close, so only shoot if you absolutely have too, and ignore the aI, he is confusin' but don't shoot 'im." Hondo said. he then walked to the door, shotgun in hand still, and watched, not only for Fernando, but for trouble. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Jean starts to walk away from Fernando, back to the guards, saying ouloud, "Terrorist..." Fernando takes his cane and balances it in his hands. Then he throws it like a javelin, handle first. It flies across the deck of the ship, hitting the back of Jean's head. Jean fall down hard on the steel plating of the deck. Fernando walks over to Jean, picking up his cane off the floor next to him. Then he grabs Jean by the back of his coat, hauling him 1/2 up on his feet and drags him to the other side of the ship. Taking him to the edge between 2 planes that were parked by the starboard bow, Fernando holds Jean just over the edge, precariously and just over at an awkward angle, giving him a view of dark area below the ship's side. Fernando: If I was a terrorist, you would be dead right now. Jean: Why dont you just do it and get it over with once and for all. Fernando: I am not a terrorist, as you would so claim. Jean: I would not be so forgiving towards you. Fernando: How much do you value life? Jean: More than you will ever care for. Fernando: Thats an odd answer, from one who is destroying the life of several little girls, while I'm trying to save them. But you see them as a tool, dont you. Like a pimp would, force them into a life of endentured servitude. But instead of sex, you have them do the dirtiest job of killing people for you. So one with such a mind set would not value life as one might believe. Jean: What would you know about the value of life? Fernando takes Jean from the edge of the ship and slams him against the side of the front of the ship's tower. Fernando: You being alive should be proof enough of my value of it. I dont like you, not in the slightest, but I respect you as a living breathing being. In reviewing your records, I know you had lost loved ones to terrorists. I know that you want revenge for those who did this. I know that you're driven to actuating that cause. I also know that you would pay any price in getting satisifaction in your revenge. Jean: What do you know about losing a love one to violence? Fernando: I know what you're going through. I too lost a loved one to violence- my wife to a rogue special ops agent. It took me 15 years to enact my revenge upon him. 15 long and tiring years. Jean: 15 years... I do not intend to wait that long. Fernando: I had no choice. I had to wait while he rotted in jail, only to be released early for being a model prisonner. Fernando lets go of Jean and takes a step away. Fernando: When I found out of his release, then I acted. Jean: I see. Fernando: Your personal little war is taking lives of innocent girls, corrupting them. My war is not with you, but for them. Understand the difference. Jean: You are in the way of doing my job. Fernando: I'm not here to stop you of doing your job. I am giving you other options. You want to hunt terrorists, you do without the girls. Nor are you going to add more girls onto your list of assassin cyborgs. Jean: Due to your actions, my agency no longer exists. So what options are you offering? Fernando: I'm not giving options until I know that the girls are safe. Until then there are no promises. Jean: What you offer is a Faustidian deal. Fernando: What I offer is nothing. Based on your action will determine mine. You can start with telling me where Marco is. Jean: What do you want with him? Fernando: He's Anglica's handler, he knows her history, what the doctors put her through. All I can about is that information. Jean: Why dont you get it from the doctors themselves? Fernando: They're as stubborn as you are. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo had seen Fernando knock Jean in the head, and had watched as he drug him off between the planes. *Well, he shouldn't be long now. The question is if Jean will return with him in one piece.* Hondo thought. *Well, whatever he thinks is best. I just hope he hurries.* -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - Fernando gets a call on his cell phone and checks the caller I.D. to see who it is. "Hello Misao." "Fernando. If you want to get Jean to talk, let me talk to him." Fernando hands the cell phone to Jean. "There is a lady who wants to talk to you." Jean picks up the cell phone. "Interrogation by phone. That's a new one." "I am not an interrogator." Misao says. "I'm a clairvoyant engineer." "You're clairvoyant? This should make for a quick interrogation." Jean shakes his head in disbelief. "I could tell you what you are wearing and what you have in your pockets but you would think that information was given to me in advance so we are not going there. The information on Marco's location you gave Fernando earlier is false and since I already know where Marco is I would know if you are lying." "If you think by telling me you are clairvoyant and that you already know where Marco is will make me spill the beans, you are sadly mistaken." Misao names the bar in Naples Italy where Marco is at that moment. "I am sure you are familiar with the place." "I am. You are either at the bar at this moment or you have someone in the field. What do you need from me?" "You and I need to come to an understanding. Personally I think you are lower than the terrorists who murdered your family but Fernando understands your need for revenge and he wants you out so you can pursue your revenge provided we come to an understanding you will not use others to pull the trigger for you. Understand this. If you do pursue this life, the same people you are hunting down will kill you but not before you kill even more of them." "What do you want from me?" "Tell Fernando where Marco is hiding is hiding out. Do you need the address?" "Since you staked him to the bar, you already know where he's living. No, thanks." "After you tell Fernando where Marco is staying, hand the cell phone back to Fernando. I need to talk to him." "That's it? And he will just let me go?" "Fernando wants you to stick around for a few more days." "Great. And what guarantees do I get?" "There is no promise I can offer you that you would be satisfied with. I can tell you what will happen if we don't come to an understanding. Furthermore, if we do come to an agreement, I will come to visit you at a time you do not expect and remind you of the promise you made to me." "So, all you want me to do is to promise you that I will never have anyone pull the trigger for me, tell Fernando where Marco is and hand him the cell phone so you two can talk? Is that it?" "Let me put it this way. What would you do if some foreign government kidnapped your sister and turned her into brainwashed killing slave?" "Don't you even go there!" Jean yelled through the phone. "You already brought us here." Misao yelled back. "I tell you what you would do. You would do the same thing this blind squirrel and his rag-tag team of CIA agents and civilians are doing but you wouldn't be as nice about it. To you, Bink and Rico are tools but to someone else they are their sister." Jean was not happy. "You made your point." "Not quite. Your drive for revenge is still blinding your judgment but you are level headed enough to enter into an agreement. Do we have it?" Jean lowers the cell phone, tells Fernando where, in Naples Italy, he can find Marco and then hands him the cell phone. "Your friend wants to talk to you." "We are not exactly friends." Fernando picks up the phone. "Did he tell me the truth this time?" "He did. Fernando. We came to an agreement that you will let him go in a few days provided he will never use anyone to do his killing for him." "Will he hold up to his end of the deal?" "Oh, I've managed to spook him." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando hangs up the cell phone and pockets it, almost cursing to himself of Misao's intrusion, even though it ended on a positive note. Deep in his mind he can almost hear her say, 'I heard that!' Fernando looks at Jean intensly before telling him off. Fernando: If you want to start a relationship on trust, you have to give something before getting back. Thus far until now, you've lied to me. You dont care about your charges. All you care is about escaping, with the girls if you can. And enacting revenge on me and my group and to the terrorists. And when all is said and done, for some government office to pin a medal on your chest and tell you what a great job you did. You're no better than my former employers and their blaitany games of chess. Jean: You have your information. What else do you want? Fernando: A promise. Jean: Another promise. What is with you people and these promises? Fernando: I value a man at his word. Jean: Promises were made to be broken. Fernando: If you want to have it that way, then I suggest that you go to the ship's chapel and pray for forgivness, because if you're going to take that attitude with me, I'll guarentee one more sun rise and sun set for you, and none after that. Jean: Heh... another threat. Fernando: I dont need to threaten anyone. My actions speak for themselves, and as for speaking for themselves- you and your government agency would not have been taken down by a rag-tag civilian group comprised of retired mission specialists, smarter than average civilians and a red head squirrel who only wanted her sister back. Considering the money and powers given to you and your group, you should not have fallen so hard. Jean: You must have had help from the terrorists. Fernando: What part of 'we did this ourselves' do you not understand? Jean: We had money, power, authority... Fernando: All built on a house of cards, Jean. Face the facts. At least this time, when you go back, if you go back, you will build a better agency. One that wont be so easily taken down by a group of determined idiots. Because if a determined group of idiots could take you down, it would have been very easily for any of your enemies to have done the same thing. Consider this a learned lesson of the day. Jean: You're right. You're not our enemy. Our Enemies would have killed us on sight, and you have not done so. Now, whats next? Fernando: I have a dinner set for the girls. But as for you, I have some information for you to chew on while you and your doctors eat and rest in your room. Fernando grabs Jean by the shoulder and spins him around, pushing him around the ship's tower and guiding him to the entrance way. They pass by Hondo and continue onward to Jean's room. Hondo follows. There the guards put Jean in with the others. Fernando turns to go back to his room before going to back to the cafeteria. Hondo: You done boss squirrel man? Fernando: Not quiet. Just 1 minor thing before I return. By the way, the Chef has fed the girls? Hondo: We're waiting on you. Fernando: I can wait. Talk to the chef about getting the girls fed, I hear its going to be an excellent meal. He wants to play waiter for them... you enjoy yourself a plate too. Hondo: Will do. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 45

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:40pm Charles_Roberts - - - - - Scott was going to killed Fernando but a sword was enter into Scott chest as Alex II was underneath him then singaling 4 Navy officers to send Scott Body into the sea as they did that he went to the Cafateria with the Navy crew to get some Chicken, Corn and Mash Pataos also Mountain Dew as he began to eating his food and thinking why Fernando don’Äôt want him to eat with the girls? He is CIA agent know what once he finshines he going back to his room and read the CIA Manaild also CIA Are Top Agents and have Ahorthey on the Navy, Army and Marlines too Not the cops he plan to give Fernando a history leasion of the CIA he Rember that Nando did left the CIA but it change then too so he will have a long talk with Nando once he see him alone - - - - - Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo went back to the kitchen and got the cook to serve them up the food. The cook told Hondo he would be right out, to just wait at the table. Hondo went to the table and sat with his back to the table, lookin' at the door, a old habit of his. The cook came out pushed the meal out on a cart. He passed out already dished up decorated dishes. he passed out a salad, main dish with sides and a desert to the girls and Hondo. Hondo passed on the salad, so one of the girls took it. And the cook got really indignant with him when Hondo asked about the grass clippin's on his plate. The girls giggles slightly and the cook informed him that it was cilantro and it was for decoration. Hondo agreed that the grass clippin's were interestin' lookin' but he'd just find a goat who might like them more. The cook left in a little bit of a huff, but Hondo paid him no mind and the cook definitely wasn't goin' up against Hondo while he kept that shotgun handy. Hondo stood and ate, facin' the door with the shotgun in the chair. he stood between the girls and the door, even though it was a ways off. It gave the girls a better sense of security so that they could eat in peace and not worry about who was comin' through the door. Hondo agreed the food was good and even told the cook so when he came back to check on them. It made the cook feel a little better, but that was quickly forgotten when Hondo asked if they had any ketchup. The girls did start to worry 'bout Fernando, so hondo told them if he didn't show after desert, he would go check on him. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando goes back to his room momentarily to pick up some reading material that he had gathered with his run in with the terrorist factions, for Jean. He then goes back to Jean and the doctor's holding area, giving Jean copies what he had. Fernando goes back to the the cafeteria, but taking the long way as he rounds about the temporary living quarters of the rangers for the mission. He finds who he was looking for: JeanetteIsabelle and Tammy. Tammy: I dont see what the delay is. We got Bink, lets go home for once! Jeanette: There is more to this than meets the eye, a lot of loose end to tie up... Fernando (interupting Jeanette): Ladies, dinner is being served. The girls are already there. Jeanette: What are you doing out of bed? You... Fernando (interupting Jeanette again): Just do what I ask... please. I'll worry about me later. Right now there are things to do. (then he turns to Tammy) And you miss... your sister is with the other girls about to have a grand Italian meal, and yet you're hear questioning what I had to do for you? You better be on your way to see her, because if you dont, you two wont bond again and you will lose her... again. Now get going there before I haul you by your fluffy tail... Jeanette (Interupting Fernando): Fernando- that's uncalled for! Fernando: Uncalled for, maybe. But it gets things done. Now I got 1 more thing to do, when I'm done, I'll be going to join the girls in their meal... I expect you two to be there. Fernando starts to walk away, ignoring Jeanette's comment or calls for him. After a couple of minutes, Fernando was at the infirmary again. He sits on the bed he was on before, thinking about something he was supposed to do but had forgotten. Exhausted from his over excertion from the events of the day, his adrenaline level drops to near zero levels. Fernando slowly lays down out onto the pillow, covering his eyes from the light. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo saw Jeanette and Tammy come in. he walked back to the kitchen to get the now disgruntled cook to bring out some more food for the 2 ladies who just arrived. Tammy told Hondo what Fernando had said. after she finished the girls asked Hondo to either go check on Fernando or let them. Hondo caved in and when to check on him. The girls took up watching the door for their arrival back or trouble. Hondo walked to the infirmary as he had a feelin' Fernando would be there. He was and he was a sleep. Hondo quietly sat a chair outside the door and sat down to wait and watch for Fernando. Even though a sleep, Fernando could sense Hondo's presents and visibly rested easier. Hondo flagged down a crew member to take a note to the girls which explained what was goin' on and that they would be down there after Fernando woke up. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [OOC: A quick question, because I've fallen behind with this story (college and all, etc.): Are we going after the terrorists now? Aside from the camp that was already obliterated, that is. Because if so, I will gladly supply insane amounts of firepower. :twisted: ) -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Severe Weather Eddie"] [OOC: A quick question, because I've fallen behind with this story (college and all, etc.): Are we going after the terrorists now? Aside from the camp that was already obliterated, that is. Because if so, I will gladly supply insane amounts of firepower. :twisted: ) [\quote] [OOC] The Admiral is still alive, and his command to destroy the Enterprise, its fleet and take the girls. This has to be dealt with; AlexII and Captain Eddie had already dealt with 2 spies. There could be more. Chances are that the USS Carolina is still on its way to do what it can of the Admiral's orders. We need to go back to Italy and pick up a few more members of the agency for further questioning. We will also need to have Midnight picked up somehow from the Airshow. Perhaps (with permission) someone can take my barrowed T-38 to get him or assist him on his way back. We may run into resistance from the terrorists who want whats left of the SWA. [/OOC] -------------------------------------------------- Last edited by Fernando on Tue Sep 11, 2007 1:16 pm, edited 1 time in total. Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Severe Weather Eddie"] [OOC: A quick question, because I've fallen behind with this story (college and all, etc.): Are we going after the terrorists now? Aside from the camp that was already obliterated, that is. Because if so, I will gladly supply insane amounts of firepower. :twisted: ) [\quote] [OOC] The Admiral is still alive, and his command to destroy the Enterprise, its fleet and take the girls. This has to be dealt with; AlexII and Captain Eddie had already dealt with 2 spies. There could be more. We need to go back to Italy and pick up a few more members of the agency for further questioning. We will also need to have Midnight picked up somehow from the Airshow. Perhaps (with permission) someone can take my barrowed T-38 to get him or assist him on his way back. We may run into resistance from the terrorists who want whats left of the SWA. [/OOC] [\quote] OOC: OK, thanks. As I recall the North Carolina has been neutralized as a threat and her traitorous captain and company have been interred aboard Texas. As far as transportation goes, the San Antonio has MH-53s available if you need a chopper that big. Otherwise, all the other ships in the task force have SH-60s. That's all for now, but I hope to jump back into this RR in the near future. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Severe Weather Eddie"] OOC: OK, thanks. As I recall the North Carolina has been neutralized as a threat and her traitorous captain and company have been interred aboard Texas. As far as transportation goes, the San Antonio has MH-53s available if you need a chopper that big. Otherwise, all the other ships in the task force have SH-60s. That's all for now, but I hope to jump back into this RR in the near future. [\quote] Actually, thanks to CCC's Interference, he set a time loop which predates the Carolina's neutralization. So those event are still standing. Hondo has a medical rescue chopper that he had commandiered from an Italian Hospital that will accomodate the passengers. Just need fuel, which with some work, he had converted to Hydrogen. Since its still runs on its dual jets, it can burn anything you pour into the tanks. Hydrogen would be best... -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="Severe Weather Eddie"] OOC: OK, thanks. As I recall the North Carolina has been neutralized as a threat and her traitorous captain and company have been interred aboard Texas. As far as transportation goes, the San Antonio has MH-53s available if you need a chopper that big. Otherwise, all the other ships in the task force have SH-60s. That's all for now, but I hope to jump back into this RR in the near future. [\quote] Actually, thanks to CCC's Interference, he set a time loop which predates the Carolina's neutralization. So those event are still standing. Hondo has a medical rescue chopper that he had commandiered from an Italian Hospital that will accomodate the passengers. Just need fuel, which with some work, he had converted to Hydrogen. Since its still runs on its dual jets, it can burn anything you pour into the tanks. Hydrogen would be best... [\quote] Actually, it is hydrogen from water, that gives it 'bout 800% better fuel mileage, but the conversion still allows it to run carbon fuels as well, but range is greatly decreased. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - OOC: Hmm...I thought I had reposted the bit about Hasegawa and company regaining control of the North Carolina. Regardless of what had happened to Donnelly, her actions would still stand since it was my impression that he wasn't aboard Carolina. Either way, you still can't run a battleship with only 30 people, so the result will be the same no matter what happened: the loyal crew members in control and the traitorous ones locked in some room on the ship. Last edited by Severe Weather Eddie on Tue Sep 11, 2007 3:18 pm, edited 1 time in total. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Well, Its a situation that was negated by CCC when he went back in time and pulled me off from the ship. And thats the point frame that was argued. So to save infighting, that portion has yet to happen. Key word, "Yet". -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Well, Its a situation that was negated by CCC when he went back in time and pulled me off from the ship. And thats the point frame that was argued. So to save infighting, that portion has yet to happen. Key word, "Yet". [\quote] OK, noted. In that case, I shall re-repost said posts. Or write new ones. Whichever. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Severe Weather Eddie"] [quote="Fernando"] Well, Its a situation that was negated by CCC when he went back in time and pulled me off from the ship. And thats the point frame that was argued. So to save infighting, that portion has yet to happen. Key word, "Yet". [\quote] OK, noted. In that case, I shall re-repost said posts. Or write new ones. Whichever. [\quote] Go heavy on the artistic license... Lots of blood, gore, and things that go bump in the night! -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] We will also need to have Midnight picked up somehow from the Airshow. [\quote] OOC: In fact, I'm currently (and still) hiding myself and Gio Pinin's Italian Air Force P-51D packed with explosives on the island of Corsica. Having a bomb with wings on the Enterprise's deck was way too dangerous when I flew that thing away. The advantage of Corsica is that it's French which means no influence by the SWA, and if anyone of them went after me in a violent way, it'd be an act of war. However, I can only take off at night when the Propriano airfield is officially closed because there's only one other person who knows I'm there, and who knows the Mustang is there. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Alex II singles the Navy officers telling them to get rid of the dead Scott while he head to his room to wash the blood off of him then change into his tux also put his sword in his specal case as he hid the case under his bed then became calm like walk to the Cafateria as he saw Hondo heading to see nando he nodding to him then singling him too that he is calm now also nuturize the threat then he head to eat with the girls as he enter then the girls saw him then Rember him as the one saving them too so they contune to eat while he went to the other table grab a chair as the chef came he give the chef a note as he reading it ’ÄúRice, Broccoli and T-Bone stake also with Non-Aolochoal Grape Wine and For Deserted Apple Pie’Äù was on the note as he nodding to Alex II then went to fix his food* -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 46

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:41pm Fernando - - - - - Rest does not come easy to Fernando. Lack of blood may have something to do with it. Fernando senses Hondo sitting by the door, and gets up, rubbing his eyes and then temples. Fernando: What are you doing here? You're supposed to be with the girls. Hondo: They got worried about you, so I went to see how you were doing. Fernando: You left 5 armed girls alone in the cafeteria...? Hondo: Whats wrong with that? They seem to be able to handle things well on their own. Fernando: Alright... Lets go... before they turn the lunchroom into a free-for-all shoot'em up. Fernando gets out of the bed and starts taking deliberate steps towards Hondo. Hondo: Boss Squirrel Man, you sure you're alright? You dont look good. Fernando: Never mind how I look. I'll be fine in a day or two. Hondo: I can tell the girls that you need your rest. They'll understand. Fernando: No... not at this stage of earning their respect, and hopefully their bonding, which I'll need to test later on. Come on, lets go. Fernando staggers out of the infirmary ward, with Hondo right behind to catch him if he should fall. Somehow, Fernando manages to stay composed of himself as they make their way to the galley, and finally to the girls table... which by now was crowded with added people: Dr. Aiesha, DARYL, AlexII, DOS, JeanetteIsabelle and Tammy. Fernando takes his seat in the middle where there was a spot, and Hondo takes his seat as before. Everyone was at various stages of completion of the meals, the girls and DOS has started on their main course, as was DOS. Dr. Aiesha was eating a small salad and nothing more, while DARYL had nothing. AlexII seemed to be enjoying a steak dinner or sorts. Tammy and Jeanette were still munching on their salad while talking business about the Bink's (and the girls) future. The chef of the galley places salad w/ravioli in front of Fernando. Slowly taking his fork, he feels for the salad's location before eating it. The girls who had started on the main course (Chicken Parmigiana w/Linguini), started to have troubles with their knives slipping off the plate if they cut too hard or too quickly. This is because the knives themselves were dulled butter knives made to look like steak knives. The chicken itself was tender and juicy, but hard enough to give a dull knife trouble. One could do better if they cut the meat with the side of the fork... -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo sat down again to his meal, still facin' the door. He stopped the cook again, who had a haunted look in his eye, and asked him if he had barbecue sauce for the chicken. the cook bent the servin' fork in his hand and stomped to the kitchen. An open bottle of sauce flew out the door at Hondo, but lucky for all it flipped in air and Hondo caught it with open end pointin' from origin so no sauce spilled. the cook turned red and stared wide eyed at the messed up plan to get the gunfighter who was use to camp cookin' and diners and did not seem to appreciate the finer foods that were served. Hondo asked if anyone else want some, but most either were happy with the flavor or did not want to ensue the cooks wrath so they all shook their heads no. Hondo shrugged his shoulders as in to say *your loss8 and turned to the cook who was still in the door. Hondo hefted the bottle in one hand and threw it back to the cook as he said,"catch" just loud enough for the cook to hear. the cook retreated into the kitchen, but the door did not swing shut fast enough. swearin' then issued forth from the kitchen. "oh, well. you win some you lose some. I'll have to start eatin' somewhere else, or keep all poisons out of the reach of cooky." Hondo said to Bink who had watched curiously. "He won't poison you, will he?" she asked. "Not if he knows whats good for him. With y'all around his health could deteriorate fast if he pulled anythin'." Hondo said. "so you don't like you chicken?" Bink asked. Hondo chuckled. "It's fine. I do like it better with the barbecue, but I was really more messin' with his mind. can't let him get to proud of his cookin'." Hondo said with a wink. Bink smiled and went back to her food. *I need to talk to Fernando 'bout us gettin' the girls formed into a skeet and rifle shootin' team when we get back.* Hondo thought. *they are already trained, but we can use this to help break them into normal life easier and teach them a new respect for guns as well.* Hondo went back to eatin' but he now kept an eye on the kitchen door as well. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - As the group eats, Fernando starts off a conversation with Hondo. Fernando: We will need to wake up tomarrow morning and take the heli to Naples and Milan to pick up a couple of others. Hondo: You mean for that test you want to do, Boss Squirrel Man? Fernando: Precisely. They talk loud enough for the others to hear, catching their attention. Jeanette: What test? You said nothing of any tests... Fernando (interupting her): It really does not matter whether or not 'we have the girls,' if their loyalties lay on someone else, Jeanette. We can test that now with one of them if you like (glancing towards Ricco for a moment). Jeanette: A test, here and now? Fernando: A test- after dinner, alone- just the 4 of us, on the deck. Jeanette: And if there is a failure in that test? Fernando: Then the CIA and everybody else who is invisibly involved will have what they want. Jeanette: And what would that be? Fernando: Me... dead. Jeanette, as the rest of the table looks at Fernando in awed silence. Fernando: Care to carry it out? Jeanette: Not at your expense. Fernando: I am such a small price to pay to find out the truth. This would matter to us all, if there is a failure, it should be known as soon as possible. Fernando then gets up and taps his glass with his fork. Fernando: Girls... Guns on the table. At first they hesitate. Fernando takes the intiative by removing his from his shoulder holster, and puts it in front of his dinner plate. The girls look at each other for the moment, then take their out and places them as he did, in front of theirs. Fernando: Like I said, Jeanette failure of anykind with them would be detrimental. If we were seen as the enemy,... Claes: you would be dead when we first met you. Fernando: And why aren't we? Claes: Failure in programming. Jeanette: What? Bink: We are programmed to kill those who are targetted, mostly corrupted politicians, organized crime members and terrorists. We were told to target you, but you do not fit that criteria, and... Tammy: ...and therefore you programming failed you. Claes: Not quite, but it will suffice for an answer. Jeanette: Then whats the real reason? Claes: Sometimes we think before pulling that trigger. A 1 second excersise in reasoning, to make sure who we kill is the right person for the right reason. Any doubt in that reasoning, we might be killing an innocent person. That is something we wont do. Fernando: Hence that day in front of the hotel... Claes: Thus far, by your own actions, you rescued one of us twice. You do not order us to do anything, just make our own decisions so what we do is something we want to do, something we believe is right and something we can do. It is not just being a grain a wheat. Fernando: But being the farmer who plants that grain of wheat. Claes: Precisely. Silence takes the table for a brief moment. Tammy (as she looks at Bink): Who will this test involve? Fernando: One from this table, Jeanette, myself... and somebody who is already here. Tammy: Who is the one from the table? Fernando: I'd rather not say for the moment; it would skew the results of the tests. Tammy: The heck with skewing... I want to know if Bink is invovled! Fernando: Actually, its is none of your business if it involves her or not. Tammy turned red from anger. Dr. Aiesha: That was not called for, father. Fernando: I see. You're taking sides too. Dr. Aiesha: If it means losing you, yes. I'll take sides, the one side that would prevent it. Fernando: You would rather not want to know if this is even justifable? Dr. Aiesha: No test justifies the life of a furson. Fernando: Even if that test was for justifing loyalties which would later define life or death decisions later on? Dr. Aiesha: No. Fernando: You know daughter... its always 'dad' when you want something, and 'father' when you think it undermines your authority of being the adult you are. Dr. Aiesha: What does that have to do with anything? Fernando: Again- loyalties. Dr. Aiesha: I dont see where you are getting at with this. Fernando: For an adult, you act like a kid at times. Dr. Aiesha: and you act like.... DOS (Interupting Dr. Aiesha): A Meanie Head. Fernando: Score goes to DOS. Jeanette: Why put yourself in danger? Claes: We can not go with you if we fail. Fernando: Not exactly in those words, but yes. Jeanette: Then put it in the exact words. Fernando: Simple. If the girls can not get out of their programming and condictioning, then its a matter of time before that kicks in on them and they kill us in order for them to find their way home. If they have gone beyond their programming and condictioning, then their home is with us. It is that simple. Jeanette: And who of them will the test involve? Fernando: The one with the heaviest condictioning. Triela: Thats eliminated Bink and I. Claes: That eliminates me as well. Angelica and RIcco stare at each other trying to figure out who it is. Fernando: Enough of this guessing. Angelica: I would not kill somebody who saved my life, sir. Ricco faces Fernando but does not answer. Fernando: Now the test is skewed... Thank you Jeanette and Tammy for screwing this up. Jeanette: What have I done? Fernando: You questioned my decision of action. An action- reguardless of how it may end, but one I think is important enough to do. Jeanette: We're rescuers, not self imposing Jihadists on a mission from god. Fernando: Lets suppose this: If the World Trade were areound in 1935, and 9/11 happened on 1938, knowing that Hitler was in one of the burning towers and knowing what he was up to in Germany as a time traveller, would you follow orders to resuce him or would you leave him there to burn? Jeanette: You can not make such assumptions. Fernando: No? Why not? Jeanette: Why not? Because... you cant. Not in this world. Maybe in another world where I am you and you are me and everyone else was somebody else instead. But in this world, you cant. Fernando: That is just symantics. You still have to answer the question- yes or no, would you save Hitler from a burning tower, knowing that there is a possibility that you may fail in the task and in that failure- die? Jeanette: No. Fernando: Then you have failed. Jeanette: How so? Fernando: As a rescuer- you failed in the mission of rescue. Jeanette: As a time traveller, I have saved the world from his evil. Fernando: As a time traveller, you have failed for you altered history in a major way. You have skewed the past into something that is likened to be worse than the history we know. You allowed yourself to have your personal feelings and beliefs get in the way of doing the right thing. Jeanette (mifted at the conversation to nowhere): I get your point. Fernando: I dont think you have. I dont even think nobody can. Jeanette: Stop being selfrightous. It unbecoming of you. Fernando: After dinner, everybody rest up. I will choose who it will be and when, and us 4, and only us four will meet up at the starboard bow of this ship. For the moment, no one says a word as dinner continued. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - after a moment hondo leans over and whispers to Fernando, "I'm not for you gettin' killed either, but I see that the test must be done. If i could be the targeted one instead i would, but I believe you know best 'bout this too. I'll back ya. whatever you plan." "thank you, Hondo. we'll see how it goes." Fernando said. Hondo nodded. he had finished eatin' already so he sat back and worked on puttin' a better edge on his knife. He then stood up quick like. "I'll be back. I'm goin' to check on the copter and make sure they have the repairs done. whith that Hondo exits. he finds the copter almost done, but the workers needed some extra instructions as to his modifications. after he gave them the info, gabbed somethin' out of the copter, and got the crew chiefs promise that she'd be ready in the mornin' he returned. most of the folk were done eatin' and were just talkin' amongst themselves. "Did i miss anything?" Hondo asked. "not yet." Fernando said. "good" Hondo said as he sat back down, leaned back in his chair, and waited. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - The chef makes his appointed to the table rounds with a couple of assistants, refilling glasses, taking empty plates, and switching meal courses. He takes Fernando's salad plate and exchanges it for a main meal plate of linguini and chicken parmigiana. Fernando takes his fork and knife and starts to cut into the chicken, finding the dull knife on the verge of not being able to cut it. So he presses harder, moving up on handle to get more leverage. Instead, the knife slips out from between the gap of his thumb and index finger, sliding up off the plate and going wildly airborne. He quickly drops his fork he had in his left hand and reaches for the knife with it without looking. Normally, he would have caught it. this time, he finds his hand wrapping aroung another hand. Which was wrapped around another hand. And another hand... in all 4 hands held onto each other into the one hand that held the knife. Everyone just looked at each other as they all held onto the knife. Being the most outer hand, Fernando lets go. Followed by Angelica, Treila (who has the longest reach to go through), Ricco, Cleas, and Bink. The one holding onto the knife was DOS. DOS returns the knife to Fernando. Fernando: Thank you. -------------------------------------------------- WildIrishRose - - - - - Joined: Sat Feb 10, 2007 10:02 pm Posts: 572 Location: Greer, South Carolina, USA *Rose has the (mis)fortune to be walking through the room at that moment.....When a knife comes right at her!!!!* *With a gasp she flinches and backs against the wall* :shock: *and then....DOS catches the knife it mid air.* "It wasn't sharp, Rose." *Fernando says matter-of -factly after DOS returns the knife.* *Rose just gawks in disbelief and shock. She locks eyes with Hondo, who had sat forward with interest at the test. He just shrugs and smirks.* *First Officer Rose sighs almost annoyed and shakes her head.* I'm going to lock myself in my cabin now....good night!" *Rosie slams the door of the VIP cabin and locks it tight. Nosing around in the fridge, she retrieves a root beer and sits at the small dinette table. Her wrath hiding the fright she received. She pulls out her guns and begins slowly, methodically slipping bullets into the chambers.* "Things are getting weirder and weirder around here....I swear....* -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - "what's with her?" Bink asked as Rosie leaves with a weird look on her face. "Not sure. either she just wore out or one of those female things guys will never understand." Hondo said. "Oh. ok." Bink said as she sat back down to finish. Hondo had been long done. from always bein' on the last minute notice type ventures he learned how to inhale his food, but still enjoy it. "I think she thought that was the test." Fernando said to Hondo. "I know, but no use lettin' her worry 'bout it not bein' and no use tellin' every one here. they should know, but if they think that was it then let them. easier on you." Hondo said. "my sentiments exactly." Fernando said. They continued eatin'. OOC: instead of longest day, we have here longest meal. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - The girls looked at the one holding the knife with acknowledgment. "You are the first human cyborg we have met." Bink commented. "I'm a replimorph." DOS replied. "A what?" Bink continued. "A constructed being based on various technologies to give itself a physical manifestation for an artificial intelligence program to interact with the world around it. The AI can reside in either or both the replimorph and/or some other external storage facility." Claes answered. "A manifestation like. . . ." Claes looks at DOS. "DOS." "A manifestation of an artificial intelligence program like DOS would have the response time of a computer. Response time limitations are determined by the hardware." "I am a manifestation of the Internet." DOS picks up her fork to take another bite. Claes then throws her knife at DOS. DOS lets go of her fork while in transition, catches the knife squarely by the handle, lays it on the table by her plate and catches her fork before it hits the table and places it on her plate. DOS then hands the knife to Claes as the girls take notice. :t-whoa: - - - - - Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - DOS says to Claes, "That is one way to break the ice. You see what I am able to do. The six of us could join a soccer team. Understand my strength and speed is limited by my manifestation." "Joining a soccer team is a good idea, DOS." Fernando mentioned. "It will be a way for you young ladies to reintegrate into society." "Limited?" Bink asked. "We saw what you just did." "If you were to clock my hand and arm movement, and nothing else, it will be no different from that of a human child. Control and reaction time is what made the demonstration you witnessed possible." Claes made another challenge to DOS. "With that level of control, I am interested in how you handle a cup and saucer." -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Alex II Hearing since his food was done he overheard that Jeanette Joining a Soccer team then he got a Son who on the Boys and girls Soccer team called the Brooklyn Storms a Little League Soccer team since he got a call form his wife Clarices on a Scuered Phone telling him that they move to NY City so he will see them there then he write another note as he calling the water then the water came as Alex II give the water the note telling him to give it to Fernando as the water went to the Table were Fernando is he put the note on the table telling Fernando it from Alex II as he left to the kicten* on the note it say "Since my Family move to New York City I have a Son who on a Soccer Team called the Brooklyn Storm also fund by the CIA too and I Know a Coach of that team is a Old friend off mine but let talk more come to my table so I can tell you more about my friend *Sing Alex II* -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - bein' long done with supper, Hondo stands up. he see's the note Alex II sent to Fernando and reads it quickly over his shoulder. hondo calls out to Alex just as he is takin' a drink of water. "So, Alex II, your families moved to NYC, your son's in a soccer team and your buddy is a coach of it. you think the CIA will fund our team too." Hondo said. it suprised Alex II so much he nearly choked on his water, did spit a buch out across the table and was sent into a coughin' fit from it. *I love to suprise Folk.* Hondo thought. Well girls, if your done, we need to get you back to your room." Hondo said. "Aww, I wanted to see what DOS could do with the cup and saucer." Claes said. "Angelica needs to rest still, and I don't want her alone. the rest of y'all need to stay with her and help protect her." Hondo said. "we understand. we can see DOS's tricks later, Claes." Bink said. The others nodded in agreement and Claes gave in and agreed it was for the best. Hondo pushed angelica out with Bink and Claes in the front and the other two followin'. It did not take long to get back. Hondo helped Angelica into her bed. Bink assured him they would take care of her from there, for now. Hondo nodded and left them to it. he set himself a chair outside their door and settled himself back with his shotgun and waited for the Boss squirrel man's next move. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando looks over to the girls as they leave. Once they have gone, he pays attention to AlexII. Fernando: I know you mean well, but dont be planning until after we get these girls home and have them safe and sound. AlexII: But I was thinking of what would be best for them. Fernando: We all are. Thats the problem. Too many people wanting to help out. We do need a village to raise these girls, but they will also need a home to live in and a life not to be touched by secret government agencies who want to use them as machines. Once I can guarente that, then by all means, plan away. Jeanette and Tammy clean up after themselves. As they walk away, Jeanette leans over to Fernando and tells him, "I hope you know what you're doing, but I'll be there to back you up." Fernando: Thats all I ever wanted. Aeisha gets up and follows them. DARYL goes with her. Aiesha: I have to go check up on the girls too. Fernando: Alex, keep up the good work. Thats all I ask. Fernando then gathers his empties and cleans up his area. He then walks over to the kitchen to give the chef his thanks. AlexII sits there, thinking. AlexII: Fernando is right. Getting them home is the first priority. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then Alex II Geting up then heading back to his Room on the ship while thinking too then he open the door then enter into his room after closing the door then went on the bed as he laydown on it and thinking* Alex II: *Then looking of a Picture of Tammy, Bink, Miss Sorrenty and Him on it as they smile for the family picture he smiles too* "Hope Tammy will rember me one day same as Bink this picture I got probley will help but show them later when it time *Then he put the picture down on the table and went to sleep* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - With everyone gone totheir rooms, Fernando goes to the interogation room where Jean and the 2 doctors were being held. He asks if they were being treated well and if they were fed. Despite the hostility that abound, they were fed and treated hospitable. Fernando tells Jean to leave the room with him, to follow him outside onto the deck of the ship for a test. Along the way, Fernando sends a message to the infirmary, for Jeanette to bring Ricco to the Deck- along with her gun. Fernando and Jean reach deck first, and wait by the door for Jeanette and Ricco to arrive. As they wait- thay have a little talk. Fernando: What ever happens within the next few moments, do not punish your cyborg in any way. I see you make any attempt to hit her, you will be met with a much larger force through me. Jean: I see, this is going to be a test of how your brainwashing works against her. Fernando: Not brainwashing, but loyalty, to see if she understands right and wrong. Jean: You're the one that is so wrong. Fernando: We will have to see about that. Jeanette soon arrives with Ricco behind her, noticing the two men waiting by the door, recognizing Fernando as being one of them. Fernando: Follow me. Fernando takes them to the starboard bow of the ship, away from most of the activity on the deck. Fernando: Ricco- you know who this is. Ricco could only nod an answer. Fernando: Go to him. Jeanette: Who is he? Fernando: That is her Handler- Jean. Leader of the other handlers, ans she is his cyborg. Jeanette: Then why are you handing the girl back to him? Fernando: Its a question of trust and loyalty. Jeanette: Of all the crazy and reckless actions you have ever taken- this has to be the worst one ever! Fernando ignores that remark. Fernando: Jean, reaquint yourself with your cyborg. By the way, she is armed. Jean sticks his hand out at the girl. Jean: Ricco-weapon. Ricco complies by handing over her gun to him. Jean checks it out, then hands it back to Ricco. Jean: Why is she armed? Fernando: Is that not part of her? To be armed as to do her job? To kill when ordered or when in selfdefense? Jean: That does not answer my question. Fernando: Well, I am not going to adopt a cat, have it declawed and then throw it out in the wild defenseless. I am not that cruel. Jean: Hmph.... Fernando: Now, if I fail in this test- you and Ricco are free to go. If I pass, Ricco gets a new life with the other girls. Jean: How do I know this is a legitimate test? Fernando: Order her to shoot me. Jean: With pleasure. Ricco- shoot this (bleep). Ricco looks at him confused, and unsure of what to do. Jean: Raise your gun to him and pump a bullet into him, Ricco. Ricco raises her gun, aiming at Fernando... -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Jean tells her stern again and again to shoot Fernando. She stands there with the gun aimed at him, but refuses. Fernando: Jeanette. Leave. Jeanette: No. Fernando: Please. Jeanette: Why Fernando: Before it gets ugly- leave. Jeanette: It is already ugly. I am not leaving until it is over. Jean: What are you waiting for? Shoot him! Fernando: Jean. End it. Jean looks at Ricco, and raises his hand as if to strike her. Fernando: Dont you dare, Jean. We have an agreement. Jean looks at Fernando. Fernando takes off his glasses and holds them over the edge of the ship. Fernando: Tell her to shoot the glasses out of my hand. Jean looks at Fernando in a pissed off mood. Fernando: Just humour me. Jean: Eh... Ricco, shoot the glasses out of his hand. Ricco complies without hesitation. Jean raises his hand at her in anger and was about to swing to strike her. Fernando manages to step in front of him and catch his arm in mid swing. He holds it tightly. Fernando: Ricco- explain why you could not shoot me. Ricco looks at Jean, almost wanting to cry, but manages to state her explaination. Ricco: You saved Angie's life for one. And you rescued both Claes and Bink from the Terrorists... Fernando: Say no more, Ricco. Go back to the other girls. Ricco does as she was told. As she walks away, Fernando lets go of Jean's arm. Fernando: I did nothing to Ricco. You did with that condictioning process. It was a matter on how to win over that condictioning process, and I become you, Jean. Jean: Impossble. Once a cyborg bonds with her fratello, they can bond to nobody else. Fernando: There is a bug in the condictioning process. I am an expert on finding program bugs- computers or otherwise. Jean looks at him like he wanted to hit him. Fernando: We have a long day tomarrow, go to your room and go to sleep. We wake up at 6am. Jeanette, lets go. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 47

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:41pm Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo still was sitin' by girls door, just in case Fernando lost. he knew the other girls would back him. Rico came back soon after shot sounded. she had tears in her eyes and a gun barely hangin' from her hand. "Whats wrong?" Hondo said as he jumped up. "Jean told me to shoot Fernando!" Rico sniffed. "what happened!" Hondo asked sternly. Rico looked up into Hondo's eye's that showed of hard steal blue. her own eyes were moist with tears and confusion. "Nothing. I couldn't shoot him. or you. you both have done so much for all of us." Rico said still on the edge of cryin'. "what was the shot then?" Hondo asked as he lost the hard look and wore a more confused look himself. "I shot his glasses. he told Jean to tell me too. Thats all I could do!" She said as her voice started to break. she look shamefully down at the floor. Hondo rested his shotgun against the wall and pushed put her face with his hand. "I'm proud of you. you did good! real good!" Hondo said kindly. Rico smiled slightly. Hondo then pulled her to him and gave her a hug. she hugged him back. *I'm not a huggy type, but I know she needed one.* Hondo thought. "Thank you." she said. Hondo stepped back slightly. "For what? A smelly, sweaty cowboy hug?" Hondo said with a crooked smile and a wink. "for that" Rico said with a giggle, "and for just bein' there." She then turned and went back in with the others. Hondo picked up his shotgun and sat down, but this time with a smile. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo listens to the girls talk, chatter and giggle for a while. After an hour of that he knocked on the door. "time to get some sleep, gals. never know what tomorrow may bring. we're not out of danger yet." Hondo said to them. "I know, but. . ." Bink started. "we can't sleep now." Claes finished. "We're too wound up!" Triele said. "I know, but you need to get some sleep." Hondo said. "Maybe you can sing to us, Hondo?" Angelica said. Rico smiled and nodded. "only if you all promise to get into bed, stay quiet and go to sleep." Hondo said with a stern look. "We promise." they said in unison. "ok, let me know when you're settled in bed. I'll sing from outside the door. you'll be able to hear it, and I'll be able to watch." Hondo said. "Ok." Bink said. Hondo left and in 10 minutes Claes let Hondo know they were ready. Hondo chose an old trail tune that he loved. he was not the greatest singer, but he could hold a tune. his baritone voice boomed out into the night. The song went like this: I ride an old paint and I lead an old Dun, Goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan. They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw, Their tails are all matted and their backs are all raw. Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow, For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go. Old Bill, he had a daughter and he had a son, His son went to college, his daughter she went wrong. His wife got killed in a pool room brawl, But still he keeps singin' from mornin' 'till night. Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow, For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go. When I die, take my saddle from the wall, Put it onto my pony, and lead him from his stall. Tie my bones on his back, an' turn our faces to the west, We'll ride the prairies that we loved the best. Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow, For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go. I've worked in the town and I've worked on the farm, All I got to show's just this muscle in my arm, Blisters on my feet, an' callous on my hand, And I'm a-goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan. Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow, For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go. After Hondo finished be heard the sounds of sleep comin' from the girls room. he closed the door quietly and sat hummin' to himself. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - Sinclair approached the door and, hearing Hondo humming, started singing quietly himself. "(...) Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow, For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go." "You should be more careful. I heard you comming long time ago." "I know. How is she?" asked CHarles, pointing at the room with his head. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - "their all fine." Hondo said. "they all need much help still, but they are on the right road and travalin' fast. Angelica will heal. She has already amazed me at how well she is doin'. We help keep their spirits up, they will help mend each other, I think." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - As they head back to the infirmary, Fernando stops Jeanette as they just past the door. Fernando: Look, Jeanette. I'm sorry for putting you through all this. Jeanette: You're forgiven. I just wish you would stop it at times. Fernando: Its who I am, I cant stop that. Jeanette: Like just now, what if Rico did put a bullet through you? Fernando takes off his jacket and put it on Jeanette backwards on her shoulder. Jeanette: Ugh... What's in this thing? Fernando: doubled layered klevlar linings. I dont go on missions without it. Jeanette takes the jacket off and hands it back to him. Jeanette: OK then. What if she shot you in the head? Fernando: Then it was nice knowing you. I want black roses for my funeral. And a 3 day party at the cafe. Make sure that the time travelling laptop is buried with me. Jeanette: Cute... very cute. I'm serious, Fernando. Fernando: Look at it from my point of view. I have to play the role of Cloak and Dagger operative, I'm not going to be the same Fernando that you go with rescueing little kittens from trees. That is a very different live I have there, and at times, one I do not like. Jeanette: I will do what I can for you. I just dont want you forcing me to do things I do not like to do or swore I would never do again. Fernando: Point taken. But there will be time where no fault of your own, you will be forced to do things you do not want to do... Jeanette (interupting Fernando): ...And I will deal with those times when they come. Fernando: Alright then. Tomorrow morning I'm leaving to pick up a few more of those SWA Idiots. It is to find a cure for the girls. Jeanette: I know what you have to do, why tell me about it? Fernando:I need you to take care of them while I'm gone. Jeanette: Is that all? Fernando: For now, that is all. They take a few more steps until Jeanette stops. Jeanette: Fernando? Fernando: Yes? Jeanette: Are you going to be alright? Fernando: Its not that I have a choice. I must be alright. Jeanette: How much of your blood is flowing in Angelica? Fernando: I would guess, 2 quarts. Jeanette: Thats 1/2 your blood volume. Fernando: So? I'll be fine. I have to be. Jeanette: One minor injury would be fatal to you in this condition. Fernando: I said I'll be fine. Jeanette: No way I could change your mind? Fernando: My price is too high to pay, and I would not let you pay it. Jeanette: Then... you better return unharmed. Of if you die out there, I will be very angry at you. Fernando: Be angry all you want. It seems that like me, your anger is your driving force to get things done. Jeanette gives Fernando a long mean stare. But not a threatening one. Fernando: Though it sounds wrong, lets go to bed. Tomarrow is going to be a long day. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - Bat ears listened to Fernando and Jeanette's conversation from inside the infirmiry, where the AI was trawling the Internet for clues as to cures for the girls, and shortly a group of tripods put a small device together in the hold. It would be best if I were to give it to him tomorrow, before he leaves. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Sinclair had long left Hondo alone to his post. he had heard Fernando talkin' to J.I, because of his exceptional hearin'. He watched until Fernando and J.I. parted ways and went to bed. *So tomorrow we're off again. At least he better not leave me stuck on this overgrown floatin' bathtub!* Hondo thought. He settled back in the chair and slept a little. He slept light enough to react if the girls needed help, but heavy enough to get some rest. a guard earlier had offered to take over so Hondo could get some good sleep, but First off Hondo did not trust many with the girls, secondly he did not have a room to sleep in, and this chair was more comfortable that sleepin' in the copter so he stayed put. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="WildIrishRose"] *It is awfully dark in the room Rosie passed though. And she didn't see the foot sticking out in the dark.* Gasp! OWW!! *Rose hits the floor with a groan. Her chin bounces off the floor and she falls on her left gun. She feels, more than sees a person move above her and hears a gun cock over her head. Instinctively she whips the .45 from her shoulder holster and cocks it in reply.* What are you doing out here? *comes a familiar voice.* Perhaps I should ask you the same thing, Hondo. Rose replies, slightly relieved. Don't you have a room? No. *Comes the matter of fact reply.* I'll have to talk to Charlie about that. *Rose says almost to herself.* Rosie, what are you doing? *Hondo asks as he pulls her off the floor.* Taking the shortcut to the galley. Don't you have a fridge in your VIP cabin? Yeaahh......but my bean dip supply needs replenished. *Rose replies.* Well, try not to trip over anybody else. *Rose laughs* I'll see about Charlie getting you a room. Good night. *She says over her shoulder as she walks away.* [\quote] Rose. I see no reason to delete this. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] Rose. I see no reason to delete this. [\quote] I agree. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - 5:30 AM, Fernando wakes up and quietly wakes up Hondo. They both leave the infirmary without making a sound, and head to the Galley to get a quick bite to eat. Fernando takes a couple of ham and cheese omlet on a bagels as Hondo just takes a cheese omlet on a rolls. It was brown-bagged for them. Fernando takes the biggest container of coffee, and takes it with him with some plasticware to the deck of the ship. The Hondo's helicopter was being brought onto the deck by the service elevator which crews makes a few last minute adjustments and clean up to the machine. Both Fernando and Hondo walk over to it as the crew rolls it into position in the middle of the deck. It was already fueled and ready to go. They both get in, put on their helmets and buckle seat belts as Hondo starts the engine. They go over the flight check list, as the rotor picked up speed. With a pull on the joystick, the helicopter lifts off the deck and starts to fly towards Italy once again. They eat their breakfast along the flight. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - The AI bat had been waiting for Fernando on the deck. "I understand you are weakened by loss of blood." "That's not going to stop me." said Fernando. "I did not expect it to. However, I would like to request that you year this watch. It feels your pulse and, if it on longer feels your pulse, it will send out a signal via Protocol 7 that both DOS and I could pick up. You can also send the signal at any moment by pressing the button on the left." -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - THen Alex II Armed wake him up at 8AM since breafasket was going to be ready by ten so he took a shower then geting dress as he head to the girls room then knocking on there door as Rico open Rico: Hello Mr. Armington Alex II: Just called me Alex II Rico: Ok and were is Fernando Alex II: Well he left me and Jeanette in charge of you and he didn't tell me were he was going after breafkest I will teach you girls how to play Soccor the book I order will be here at 10 am today so Tell Bink, Claes, Triele and Angelica to wake up while I get the Wheelchair for Angelica also that I won't let Angelica play soccer but she can read the book and what you play ok Rico: Ok *Then Rico went to tell the girls wake up since they heading to Breafkasets with Alex II as Alex II went get the wheelchair then he came back with it as they came out while Alex II Help Angelica into the wheel chair then they head to the Galley Triele was looking at Alex II Triele: I forgot to say Thank you saving me form that evil man Alex II also Dad *Then Alex II Pause for a miient when Triele call him dad then he looking at her* Alex II: Your welcome *then they contune head to the Galley as Alex II Began to thiking Alex II: *Thinking* "Triele calling me dad? Man this is strainge I need talk to Jessica about this too since Triele started to bond with me but not worred now I need to teach them how to play soccor first *Then they Enter the Galley as he push Angelica wheelchair next to the table as the girls sitdown then Alex II went to the next Table across the girls to sitdown and Wating for CCC, Jeanette, and Tammy to come - - - - - Fernando - - - - - As they fly to Naples, Italy, Fernando pulls out his laptop and start access the satetllite netwrok work array to hack into the UN Email and Messaging servers. Then using the same access, he sends several messages to the rescue teams, except for Tammy, and Jeanette. After sending several messages, he closes the laptop. Hondo: What did you just do? Fernando: I just made our job a little bit easier. Hondo: Do I want to know how? Fernando: No. Fernando takes the watch that CCC had given him, and hand it to Hondo. Fernando: Wear it or chuck it out the window. Hondo: Why? Fernando: Its a tracing monitor from the AI-bat. He wants me to wear it. I wont. Hondo looks at it. Then puts it on. Hondo: Assuming that he wants to trace you, let him think that he is. They continue to fly onward, making slight change in their plans for a stop at Milan first. They are allowed to land at the airport, parking the helicopter by the hanger where the 737BBJ is stored. Fenando gets out and walks over to the hanger- inspecting the bird parked inside. Hondo follows. The 737BBJ has been washed and prepped for its departure flight back to the states, whenever that happens. Checking the landing struts, Hondo finds an unexpected part between the wheels on the port wing landing strut. Hondo: Fernando. You should come and see this. Fernando looks at it. Fernando: Lets go, Hondo. You seen nothing. Hondo: What do you mean I seen nothing? Fernando: You've seen nothing. Forget you ever saw that. Hondo draws a gun out to Fernando in a threatening manner. Hondo: We're not leaving until this is explained to me. Fernando: You want answers? Yes, its a bomb. Yes, I was expecting it to be there. No, we wont be on the plane when it returns to the USA. Yes, it will never make it back to the USA. No, it is not the only device on that bird. Understand that this mission was doomed to fail from the beginning. They wanted to see how far we, I mean I, would succeed. And they would not allow this mission to see a completion. It is that simple. So forget you ever saw it- you will be asked about it later on. Hondo slowly puts his gun down. Then he puts it in his holster. Hondo: I hate no-win situations. Fernando: This is not a no-win situation. Its a matter of who is not going to win. Lets go. Where did you put the Ambulance? Together they walk about the airport, finding an unattended ambulance in the airport parking lot. Though not theirs, it will have to do. The doors were still unlocked and keys in the ignition. They take it and drive away. Hondo: Where are we going? Fernando: I need to speak to the the UN Investigators first. Hondo: All part of the plan? Fernando: Yes. Hondo: That did not sound very affirmative. Fernando: That is all I have to give. They continue driving until they find the Westlin Hotel, where the UN investigation teams were staying. Fernando gets his way for an impromtu appointment with their chief. Hondo stays behind in the ambulance, while Fernando has his meeting. Fernando: Release the SWA and Sections 1 and 2 people to me. UN Investigator: I cant do that. They are my prisonners. Fernando: I see. You did not check your email then. UN Investigator: I did. I dont think those orders are justified. Fernando: Ethics and Morals be darned- you are handing those prisoners to me if you value your life and career. UN Investigator: Are you threatening me? Fernando: I dont threaten. Tomarrow night at 8pm, they better be waiting for me at the Piazza di Spagna in Rome. The UN Investigator laughs for a moment. Fernando: If they are not there- every newspaper media in America, Europe and Asia will have your face on the front page- wanted for child slavery and pornagraphy charges, with a price so high- every one will attempt to collect it, including your own personal body guards. Now, will I have the prisoners at the Piazza di Spagna waiting for me tomarrow at 8pm? The UN Investigator gulps before answering. UN Investigator: I have people to answer too. Fernando: Dont worry about them. I will deal with them as I have dealt with you. The UN Investigator does not answer. Fernando: Good to know that you see it my way. Remember- Tomarrow, 8PM, Rome, Piazza di Spagna. Fernando leaves the conference with the UN Investigator. He meets up with Hondo shortly after. They start driving away. Hondo: Where too now? Fernando: Lets go to a hospital, switch ambulances and full up on some supplies before we go to Naples. Hondo: Will do Boss Squirrel Man. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Hondo and Fernando ride back to the helicopter after switching rides at a local hospital and picking up a few supplies. They leave the second ambulance where they left the first: in the middle of the airport parking lot. They enter the helicopter and make a long ride to Naples. They arrive there at about late afternoon. Upon landing, they secure their newly bought supplies and lock down the helicopter. Fernando being in a more than pissed off mood than usual, goes to the limosine line and grabs a random driver by the mouth, and shoves the .32/.38 gun he had into his mouth before seating him down to the rear passenger seat. Hondo takes the driver's as Fernando sits with the driver in the back. Fernando instructs Hondo to drive to the center of town and ditch the car from there. The driver babbles about having a wife and family. To which Fernando takes a 1000Euro bill from his pocket, crumples it up and shoves it into the drivers mouth. Then he tells the driver, "Say any word, and you will swallow that money. Now stay shut up..." The driver just nods to show his agreement. It was in a tone so cold that even Hondo has to pretend he did not heard it. 10 minutes later, Hondo pulls over and gets out of the car, openning the rear door. Fernando steps out and they both walk away from the scene. Fernando explains to Hondo that they are looking for a certain bar at an undisclosed location as told to him by Jean. A couple of blocks away, Hondo finds a tourist map of the city, and quickly finds the street address they were looking for. It was a little over a mile away, but after writing down the instructions, were on their way. They walk into the bar and take a seat. The bartender approaches, asking what they wanted. Fernando orders a bottle of their house specail wine and 2 glasses. Hondo complains, but after a "When in Rome, do as a Roman" speech from Fernando, Hondo complies. The bartender returns with the wine, glasses and a bucket of ice. They wait for Marco to arrive. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo sat there sippin' the wine, even though under protest. He thought back over what had happened since it had begun. they had been blessed. things could have been a lot worse, but he knew the strain and lack of good sleep was showin' on all. like when he pulled a gun on Fernando. yes the bomb surprised him and he was irked Fernando did not want to be honest with him, but that was not like him. He regretted doin' that. He asked Fernando to forgive him for that, but Fernando just shrugged it off. Hondo continued to think. He realized, as Fernando did, that time was runnin' out. not because of circumstance of the mission they were on, but 'cause of themselves. OOC: 8 more day, eh? -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 48

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:41pm Fernando - - - - - After starting on their second bottle, Marco enters the bar and takes to a seat at the far end. Fernando signals the bartender and tells him to give Marco a drink a drink from him, and tell him that it is from 'Jean.' The bartender does without question, but is surprised by Marco's reaction as he grabs the bartender by the shirt and demands who 'Jean.' Fernando signals to Hondo to guard the door in case Marco tries to make a break for it. The bartender points at Fernando, making Marco take his drink and walk over to him. Marco slams the drink next to Fernando. Marco: What do you know about Jean? Fernando: Plenty. Marco: Start giving me answers I want to hear or I swear! Fernando: Or you swear what? You idiots from the SWA have brought this upon yourselves. Now if you ever want to see Angelina and the rest of Section 2 ever again, you will come with me peacefully. Marco: Angelina? OOC: Angelina is Angelica's orginal name from when she first joined Section 2 as their first Type 1 Cyborg. This name is only known to a very few people in Section 2, including Marco who changed her name from Angelina to Angelica for the cyborg program. Fernando: Who else would you know named Angelina? Marco: Angelina is long since been dead. Fernando: I've heard so much about your passion and devotion towards her. Why let it diminish to nothing? Fernando signals to Hondo to approach them. Marco: You would not understand. Fernando: More than you think you would. Hondo sits on Marco's other side Fernando: I'm setting up a reunion with the SWA at the Piazza di Spagna in Rome, Tomarrow night, 8pm. Your best bet is to be there with us when it happens. Marco: How can I trust you? Fernando reaches into his coat at pulls out his Americam Arms .45, handing it to Marco. Marco: Hmmm... American. Too big, too much over kill. Marco gives it back to Fernando as he pulls out his Steyr M-GB 9mm. Fernando takes his gun and leave it on that bar. Hondo pulls out his Colt revolvers and places it on the bar by Marco. Marco was much intrgiued by the revolvers, thinking that no one uses them on the feild anymore, but there they were- a lovely pair. All this gun play is making the bartender nervous. Fernando refills the glasses and all drink. Marco: How do you propose that we get to Rome? Fernando: My friend here has his helicopter waiting at the airport. We can leave after a few more drinks and a dinner. You know any good places that would serve an American style Hamburger? Marco: Unless you like that (bleep) from McDonalds, I propose a baked Meat Ziti Dish at this place I know. You can order it with double the meat. Fernando: Please, show us the way. Marco hestitates for a moment. Marco: Before we go, where is Jean and the others? Fernando: I have Jean and the cyborgs safe in an American ship. Fernando rolls up his sleeves to show a large bandage on his inside elbow. Fernando: Angelina has 1/2 my AB- blood in her, and is doing fine. The others though are being held captive by a UN Investigator. I demanded a release and they should be at the Piazza di Spagna in Rome. OOC: Only Marco and the SWA medical staff knows what blood type Angelina/Angelica has. Hondo: Tomorrow night, 8pm. Marco thinks as he takes his last sip. Marco: Lets go get dinner. The men pick up their arms and holster them as they leave the bar. Fernando leaves a more than generous tip under the 1/2 empty win bottle. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - Then the cook came as he ask Alex II and the Girl what they want Alex II told the cook Eggs, Pancakes, Walffes, AJ, OJ, Bannans, Turkey Sagguages and Coffie for him Then he the cook wen back to Make the meals Alex II: Ok I Order some Soccer Books so you need to read them before we play a Game of Soccer and I ask Miso to join us too same as Jeanette and Tammy *Then Tammy and Jeanette came into the Gally as they sitdown Cook Came back ask them They say same thing the girls geting also add Apples and Grapes too He went back and cook Alex II: Hay Tammy and Jeanette once they finshnes eating Breafaskets We heading To the Gym do some Soccer practing mabey Miso you can help me with that Jeanette: SUre Alex II: Also Order some Soccer books and it will be here at 10 AM so we will Do the Soccer At 10:30 AM while you Jeanette and Tammy Take the girls and do some running in the gym while I get the soccer books Jeanette: Ok Alex II Alex II: good one thing Triele just call me dad Tammy: Hun Jeanette: I see well Since you did Save her gust she is bond it with you Alex II: I see well gust see what will hapen Tammy: Alex II Alex II: Yes Tammy Tammy: Are you Really Mine and Bink Cousin Alex II: Will I Lie? Tammy: UN No Alex II: Well I am *Taking his Ring showing the Sorrenterys/Armingtons Symbole with the Squrrial Tail out* Tammy: The Sorrentery Symbole Means you are my cousin Alex II: Yes I am same as Bink but let her find out her self Tammy: Ok *Then Cook with his Cooks came back with the food then seting it on the Table then went back as they began to eat* -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Fernando, Hondo and Marco take a cab to the airport where they take the helicopter back to Rome. The 500+ mile trip only takes less than 4 and 1/2 hours, much of it preparing for take off and landing. Hondo refills the helicopter tanks at the airport. There was little to but wait, so Fernando spent time going over his plans in his head. Any question asked by Marco and/or Hondo was met with a quick- 'We see what happens at 8 o'clock.' Meantime, Fernando access his laptop at the outdoor cafe they were in and adds a couple of more layers to his plan. He takes a USB pen drive and formats it, collecting files and other data records for his next step. -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo by now had figured out Fernando's moods some. he knew questions were not the best idea right now, unless it involved an immediate problem. Hondo kept an eye on Marco as he didn't trust him as far as Jeanette could through him. Hondo didn't wonder too much. He trusted Fernando's judgment, even if he didn't always agree with his methods, Hondo knew Fernando's experience taught him what to do, and the fact that he was still alive proved that they worked. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - 36+ hours may have been too much of a time gap, but Fernando had to give some time for the UN Investigators to round up the prisonners. Meanwhile, he gets a hotel room for the three of them, and continues to work on his laptop. Fernando: Rest up fellas, this is going to be a very long day. Both Marco and Hondo take seats opposite each other. Fernando takes a corner of the bed and continues on with his work. Code: Core Dump: US Dept. of Defense. Project: Warrior Maid Project Head: Admiral Donnelly Project Budget: $1.72 Trillion Objective: Cyborgnetic Super Soilders Phase 1: Program comparisons, Medical Applications, Children testing of equipment ... .. . - - - - - Fernando - - - - - Final report Fernando writes for the UN Investigator for his supervisors: [quote="UN Investigations Report"] The Social Work Agency (SWA) in Italy is a national, government support group for promoting much needed and often expensive medical care to those in need. Part of its project is its innovated Cyborg Program, where children suffering from debilitating accidents are bought in and undergo limb replacement and training on how to use their prosthetic devices. Section 1 is more devoted to adults with medical, as Section 2 deal with children and teenagers. Unlike other countries of concern, there is no treat of 'super cyborg soldiers' being used in Italy, or are they using children for warfare applications. Such rumors are deemed as falsehoods. With more pressing matters at hand, this investigation should be closed and ended. [\quote] After a while, Hondo suggests a late lunch before they start to prepare for 'tonight's date.' - - - - - Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo saw a small diner like place on the way in, and there they went to eat. Conversations were short. Hondo distrusted Marco, but he was not edgy 'bout him. He trusted that Marco knew he needed them, enough that he'd play along, for now. They ate without any real talk. Very short chit-chat 'bout the weather and the food, but that was it. When they returned Hondo re-cleaned his guns and dressed into his black clothes for the evenin's events. Talk was kept to a minimum, and all prepared for who knows what lie ahead. Hondo did nap a little as Fernando coached him too. He only agreed if Fernando kept watch over Marco. He did, and they traded off after an hour so they each had some rest before the night. -------------------------------------------------- Charles_Roberts - - - - - *Then they Finishes Eating Breakfast since it was 9:30 AM then they head out to the gym but Alex II See the guy with the soccer books as he pay him $300 Dollars for it then he get them and hand them to Rico, Bink, Claes, Triele, Angelica, Tammy and Jeanette the Soccer books Alex II: Ok I want you 5 girls to Read the Soccer books but Angelica read the book until you get better ok then I want you 5 girls meet me at Gym at 10:30 AM and Angelica you be with Tammy and Jeanette so they can watch you while I teaching 4 girls how to play Soccer Rico, Binkm Clase, Triele and Angelica: Yes Alex II *Then they head to there rooms and begin to read there books while Alex II Head into his room Reading the book* ’ÄúYou two need read that too so you know what soccer is’Äù *Then he enter the room and began to reading it while using 1 hour of the time - - - - - Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - Hondo woke after his hours nap and Fernando laid back to take a rest himself. Hondo looked over at Marco, who was not restin' as he seemed to have a lot on his mind. "Ya know, those girls are too special to just waste as mechanical warriors." Hondo said to Marco which brought him to, somewhat, but he still looked out the window he had been starin' out. "I know. All too well." Marco said. "Angelica was special to you, eh?" Hondo said. "Yes, more than you can ever know." Marco said. "Well, I don't know 'bout that. I have grow attached to then as of resent. I was just missin' them right now. You know, Bink talks 'bout how much you mean to Ange. Can you show it to her?" Hondo asked. "She will just forget." Marco said. "No, she won't. Something happened, i don't know what, but she regained her memory. why, the other day, she talked 'bout this story,had somethin' to do with royal spaghetti." Hondo said. "Pasta Prince?" Marco said as his head snapped to look at Hondo when he said that last thing. "yes, that was it. Your creation,right? at least that is what she told me." Hondo said. "Can it be?" Marco wondered out loud as he look at the ceilin'. "It may have happened sooner if you had treated her better. If she didn't care as much as she did and wasn't so selfless, you could have had another Elsa incident!" Hondo said. "Who do you know 'bout Elsa?" Marco asked. "From Claes and Trielle." Hondo said. "They talk to you that much?" Marco asked. "Yes." Hondo said. "why?" Marco asked. "I'm not sure, but I'm sure it has somethin' to do with my treatin' them as equals and partners, not lessers and tools." Hondo said with a glare. "You don't like me, do you?" Marco asked. "After what you have done to poor Ange? I don't trust you at all, and have no reason to like you. I have n clue what Fernando has in store for us, but I know Ange would like to see you again." Hondo said. "I want too see her. . . and appologize to her. I have not treated her right, yet she still remained faithful. Conditioning be danged! Elsa proved it makes them cling to their trainer, but she also proved it does not make them protect their lives and stay faithful to the cause that the trainer has put forth to do." Marco said. "Bink told me, 'I did what the section asks me to out of sense of duty, I did what Jose asked me because I wanted to.' Look, If we get through all this, you promise to leave the SWA and its ideals behind, and you move near to our 'base of operations' in the U.S.A. I'll see what I can do 'bout gettin' all traces of your connection with the SWA wiped out, and get you a job at our base, which would partially consist of helpin' us with trainin' the girls to be real girls again, and trainin' them when and when not to use their strengths and guns, to make them good citizens and better rescue operatives, which is our specialty,believe it or not." Hondo said. "I believe it. Seen too much of you teams work to not believe. I'll think on it, but it sounds very good to me. I have nothin' left here." Marco said. "With Claes' book knowledge, Trielles language knowledge, with all their music abilities, and such, well have the best undercover world wide rescue group ever." Hondo said as he looked away from Marco as he lost himself in thought. "Yes, this is true." Marco said as he joined Hondo in thinkin' 'bout the good they can do, in a better way, while helpin' the girls get a fulfillin' life, in which they can control their path. Hondo knew they would have their own choice as what they could do with their life's, but in the short time he knew them, he knew they would always be together as a team, and helpin' others would fulfill their wish to be useful. -------------------------------------------------- Last edited by Hondo I. Sackett on Mon Oct 08, 2007 8:13 pm, edited 2 times in total. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] "No, she won't. Something happened, i don't know what, but she regained her memory. why, the other day, she told me, how she wanted a dog like Perro again, and she talked 'bout this story,had somethin' to do with royal spaghetti." Hondo said. [\quote] OOC: How can a mouse have a dog? -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] [quote="Hondo I. Sackett"] "No, she won't. Something happened, i don't know what, but she regained her memory. why, the other day, she told me, how she wanted a dog like Perro again, and she talked 'bout this story,had somethin' to do with royal spaghetti." Hondo said. [\quote] OOC: How can a mouse have a dog? Jeanette Isabelle [\quote] taken care of for now. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - 8pm meeting at Piazza di Spagna Hondo, Marco and Fernando arrive at the Piazza di Spagna at 7:30pm, waiting for the UN Investigator with his prisoners for an exchange. Nothing is said between them as they waited. Three non-descript vans pulls up to the street in front of the famous stair case, with 3 men walking out, one of them being the UN Investigator. They gather together at the base of the stairs and talk. UN Investigator: You have what you promised. Fernando shows off a USB Pen Drive. Fernando: All the information you need is in here. The UN Investigator tries to grab it, but Fernando pulls it away from his grasp. Fernando: Before you can verify it, where are the prisoners? UN Investigator: They are in the van. Fernando: Release one of them, the short haired brunette they call Ferro. UN Investigator: I do not have to do anything. Fernando: And you will end up on the front page of every newspaper by the morning. The UN Investigator nods to his men, who goes into the back of the van and brings out Ferro, who was still hand cuffed. She remains quiet. Fernando: Release her from the chains. The guards do as they are told. Fernando gestures to Ferro to join Marco. For a moment they embrace. Fernando tells them to be quiet for the moment. He then hands the UN Investigator the USB drive. The UN Investigator pulls out a Toshiba Libretto and connects the drive to it. Files open up from within the drive, exposing other countries of child-cyborg/solider experiments, including the USA’Äôs Project Warrior Maid. The Italian sector was found clean, as their cyborg activities were mainly for medical purposes- restoring an injured body back to health. After reading it, the UN Investigator looks at Fernando. UN Investigator: I don’Äôt know where you got this information, but the UN Council will be pleases. Fernando: Now, release the others to me. The UN Investigator orders his men to get the others out and have them stand by them before releasing their handcuffs. In all, about 24 were there, including Chief Lorenzo. Another guard drops two full trash bags next to Fernando. It contains the personal belongings of the prisoners. UN Investigator: Will that be all? Fernando: One other thing. UN Investigator: What will that be? Fernando hands over a leather folder and hands it to the UN Investigator. UN Investigator: What is this? Fernando: It’Äôs a Flight Plan and Log Book, for a 737BBJ stored in a hangar in Milan’Äôs main airport. Its Registry Number is 737BBJ-CIAUSA-NX3622. All the computer passwords and authorization manifestations are there. You can use it to fly back to New York tomarrow night. UN Investigator: Why are you giving me this? Fernando: The plane is due back in New York by the end of the week, but the military will not be finished for another month here. So if you can do me the favor, once you land in NY, some special operative guys will take over from there, and you hand over that leather folder to them. The UN Investigator looks at him odd for a moment before accepting the folder. Then he just takes it and leaves for the van with this guards, and drive away. Not even an word of thanks was said. Hondo: OK Chief, now that we got them, what are we going to do with them? Fernando walks in a small circle, then gathers the group around him. Fernando: Hondo, open those bags and hand out their stuff by calling their name on the packages inside. Everyone else- you all have been released to my supervision. So Listen up for instructions. First- my friend here will call out your name and give you your stuff back- wallets, keys, money’Ķ what ever is in the package, will be given to you. I trust no one is going to run away once we give you back your belongings. Hondo starts calling out names and handing out packages and other items to the former prisoners. It takes almost an hour to get the job done since there were multiple packages being given out to each person. Hondo asked about the personal firearms and ammunitions, and Fernando tells him to hand it out to them. ’ÄòIts their weapons, not ours.’Äô Hondo: How do you know they will not kill us? Fernando: You don’Äôt kill your liberator. Chief Lorenzo: These are my people. I don’Äôt know who you are, but I will promise you your safety. Hondo hands out the first of the weapons nervously. Each member being given a weapon is ordered by their chief to put it away and to wait for further instructions. Once the bags are empty, Fernando turns to the crowd. Fernando: I don’Äôt know how to say this’Ķ so I’Äôll put it in simple terms. You are all freed. But I need you to go to your compound, and wait. I will also need Marco, Priscilla and Ferro to come with me to release the others that are also imprisoned elsewhere. Mr. Lorenzo, call me in the morning, around 8am. Fernando hands him a card with just a phone number on it. The chief looks at it and nods. Fernando: See you all in a couple of days. Hondo, Marco, ladies’Ķ lets go get the girls. They walk away from the rest of the crowd, Chief Lorenzo gives them their orders, and the small crowd leaves. As everyone walks away, the breeze picks up, blowing the remains of the plastic bag away. The Piazza di Spagna is empty and quiet once again. Fernando and his group take a cab to the airport. There they go into a tourist trap restaurant and order a big meal for them. The girls do not eat much, but Fernando does asks some questions. Fernando: Were you ladies treated fair and just? Ferro: What do you think? Fernando: I’Äôm quite serious about this. I do not know. All I was told was that you were. I want to know the truth about your captivity. First off, were either of you raped or abused? Ferro: No to the rape. Priscilla nods. Fernando: What did they do? Ferro: There are other ways in touching a woman that would be deemed as defiling her. Fernando: Say no more. Hondo? I know you got a lot of questions. Hondo: Maybe I could understand better if I knew what was going on. Fernando: Sorry about leaving you in the dark. Between the 4 of us, I brought a team in only to reunite Bink with her sister. That is all. What happened after is a sorry mixed up story of power hungry idiots, and finger pointing fools. When the UN came in, I knew there would be nothing but trouble. In that sense, I wanted to save the cyborg girls. If they would have been captured, they would have been subjected to all sorts of plans, schemes and lab procedures- all of which I would not want to put my worst enemies through. With that out of the way, I have to save the rest of you guys. Most of them nod, knowing what Fernando was saying. Fernando: Understand- I do not agree with what you people do with these girls. But you are the one that provide for them, take care of them, and give them what they need. Marco, you need to be more generous of yourself to Angelina. Marco just nods. Fernando: I am going to promise this much to you all, but you have to promise me one thing. You will all get the girls back, the SWA will be fully restored but on one condition. Ferro: What would that condition be? Fernando: The SWA becomes a rescue agency first and foremost. It will continue to fight terrorists and organized criminals as needed, but to kill only when it is absolutely necessary and only in self defense. Ferro: We tried that before, and the bribed judges release them. Fernando: You are dealing with it like a dandelion. Cutting the weed at its base only makes for another to return in its place. You have to get the whole weed by its root- all 1 meter (3ft) of it. Get the judges, the terrorists, and the criminals. But also save the lives from which they effect. Your country is on the verge of civil war. You people need to step back and look for ways to prevent it before you turn these girls and other like them into kid soldiers. As a rescue operation, you put an end to the civil war, and Italy can be a proud place again. Ferro: I will need to speak to Chief Lorenzo about this. Fernando: All of us will need to speak to the chief about this. But first, we need to get the girls. Once we finish, we have a long flight ahead of us. You up to it Hondo? Hondo: You know me. I do as I must on what little I can. Fernando: Good enough. After their meal, they head on out to the tarmac and to the helicopter. Fernando makes sure to bring an extra meal for the long flight in a large brown bag. They all get inside as Hondo prepares the craft for takeoff, checking on fuel and refilling where needed. Marco lands a hand. Fernando turns on the radio and makes a call to Captain Eddie. Fernando: This is Rescue Unit 03, calling for Captain Eddie of the USS Texas. Repeat: This is Rescue Unit 03, calling for Captain Eddie of the USS Texas. Voice on Radio: This it the USS Texas, identify yourself. Fernando: This is Agent Fernando, on rescue mission in Italy. Please put your captain on line. Several seconds later, another voice answers: This is Captain Eddie, What is going on Fernando? Fernando: The mission is still a ago with several changes. First off, I need you and the fleet to rendezvous with the Enterprise at the straights of Gibraltar by 2000 hours tomarrow. Captain Eddie: Will that be all? Fernando: Other orders are to follow, depending on what happens at 2022 hours tomarrow. But prepare the fleet to defend itself. I have a feeling that Admiral Donnelly may have a last trick up his sleeve. Captain Eddie: Understood. Fernando: Before I sign off, your radar people will pick up something huge coming in from the East- low and fast. That will be us. If there is more than one radar signature, we’Äôre being followed, and may need some assistance. Captain Eddie: Just tell me where to shoot, that all I ask. Fernando: We will. Until then, This is Agent Fernando, going into radio silenced mode. 5 minutes later, Marco and Hondo enter the helicopter. Hondo starts its engines and get the rotor blades up to speed. He then pulls on the cyclic and pushed forward on the joystick. Marco makes sure the doors are secured in the closed and locked position before strapping himself into his chair. The large helicopter lifts off and starts flying towards the Enterprise. Half way into the 6 hour trip, Fernando opens the bag and hands Hondo some coffee and a couple of sandwiches. Hondo places the items on his lap while he flies. Take a couple of items (coffee and 2 sandwiches) for himself, Fernando hands the bag to Marco. The rest of the coffee and sandwiches are distributed among him and the ladies. 2:45AM, The deck of the Enterprise can hardly be seen in the darkness, just a trail of bioluminescent microbial life glowing in the dark in the wake of the large ship. Hondo radios the ship for landing instructions. Once cleared for landing, the deck of the ship is lit up, with a spotlight on the center for him to land. Hondo plants it lightly on the deck and shuts off the engines. The Enterprise crew take to the helicopter and roll it away from the deck and onto the service elevator after the crew and passengers exit from it. Fernando yells to them: Follow me. Fernando makes his way to the ships tower, through the doorway and around a few hallways, to the ship’Äôs infirmary. There, the girls are reunited with Marco, Ferro and Priscilla. Fernando talks to one of the guards, telling them to bring the prisoners from the brig to the infirmary. He then takes Ferro by the hand and bring her over to Bink and her sister Tammy. Fernando: Ferro, This is Bink’Äôs sister, Tammy. Tammy, this is Ferro. Tammy: You have some nerve bringing these people in here. What were you thinking? Tammy slaps Fernando. Something that he let her get away with, because very few people out in the real work can actually hit him. Jeanette comes into the infirmary amidst the commotion, followed by the guards with the prisoners. Fernando: Everything will be explained tomarrow night at 8:30’Ķ I just hope you people make do with each other for the mean time. Guards, these men are to be freed. One of the guards: We will have to confer with Captain Ranger Ready with that order. Fernando: Then release them on my supervision while you confer with your captain. The hand cuffs are released and the guards step out of the infirmary. For the next 18 hours, life on the Enterprise was edgy at best. It seemed like that everyone was against Fernando, and rightfully so. The rest of the fleet have tighten formation around the Enterprise, making for a war-like state of attitude on everybody’Äôs mind- again, because of Fernando At 7:50pm, Fernando pulls out his 2way Yeasu VX-2 radio and programs Milan Airport frequencies onto it, he also brings a suitcase and his laptop with him. He then takes it and walks to the bow of the ship and waits. For some reason, the others gather around him, first the girls, dragging their handlers and SWA Friends with them, then Hondo with Tammy, Jeanette and Alex II. FO Rose and Captain RR also joins in. The sun has begun to set by the stern of the ship, but everyone was looking out at the opposite direction. 8:00; Yeasu Radio: -Milan Airport, this is 737BBJ-Heavy, awaiting for instructions for take off. -This is Milan Airport, take Runway 14, and proceed with take off. -737BBJ-Heavy, Roger. (silence for a long moment) -737BBJ requesting heading and flight information -737BBJ, turn to heading 224 and proceed to 28,000 feet, then await further instructions. -Rodger. (long period silence lasting almost 15 minutes.) -737BBJ, this is Italian Airspace control. Turn to heading 300 and proceed to 34,000 feet. -Rodger. In the distance, the red and green of the blinking wing lights can be seen against the dark night sky, as well as the front and tail tails and the glow of the jets burning their fuel. For several minutes they watched it approach them. Then suddenly, a bright flash in the sky, and several fireballs fall into the sea. The roar of an explosion was barely auditable many seconds afterwards. They all stand in awed silence for more than a minute. Captain Ready: I’Äôll get the naval rescue team on this. Fernando: Do so. While you’Äôre at it. Write a report that this was found in the wreckage. All hands were lost. Captain Ready: Why? Fernando: The CIA wants me and anybody associated with me to be dead. Now, Jeanette. You and Tammy were never on that flight. You were here on the Enterprise. I was on the plane. Understand where I am coming from with that. Jeanette nods. Fernando: Ferro, You’Äôre in charge of the girls now. Jean has his orders he must abide by. Just one more thing. Tammy? Tammy: Yes? Fernando: You’Äôre now going to live in Italy- under the protection and employment of the new SWA Rescue Ranger Force, as Bink’Äôs handler. Ferro, can you arrange that? Ferro: Yes. Tammy: What do you mean by that? Fernando: If you bring Bink home with you, a lot of powerful people are going to want to have Bink for their own reasons, and will be willing to kill you for her. So for your own protection, and her upbringing, you are moving to Italy. Tammy: I don’Äôt want to go to Italy! Fernando: You go home, you will be killed. Its that simple. Ferro: We promise to take care of them both. Fernando: Please do. I will return. Oh, Jeanette’Ķ Jeanette: Yes? Fernando: Tell Aiesha that I love her. Jeanette: Why don’Äôt you tell her? Fernando walks away from the group, opening his laptop on his arm and starts typing away. Fernando: Just do me the favor. And goodbye’Ķ He hits one last button on his laptop. A second later there was a bright flash of light and Fernando was gone. The End? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Note: You guys still have a huge clean up to do and go home to the cafe. My job here is done. Tammy needs to be sent to the SWA with Bink. Admiral Donelly needs to be dealt with. The wreckage needs to be cleaned up and sorted through. Midnight to be picked up from where ever he is in. Rangers sent home. ... .. . etc. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 49 (and end of GsB!) --------------------------------------------------

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Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:41pm Page 50 (loose ends and arugement) -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - For as much as Hondo and Fernando got along, Hondo was now cursin' him under his breath for leavin'. "Dang-gum that squirrel!" Hondo said in a whisper. "Why now?" Jeanette asked. Fernando's leavin had left all the responsibilities to Hondo and Jeanette, of cleanin' up the mess from the operation. Hondo was mostly in charge as he knew better what was goin' on, But Jeanette did her share to help and did a good job at it. "Well, I think he planned it that way, to get out of clean up! and not only that, the folk after him, knows I was with him, so I have to disappear now, too, after this is cleaned up, but I have no fancy devices to do so!" Hondo growled. "Fernando did what he thinks is best, no matter if I didn't agree with it." Jeanette said. "I know he did what he thought best, but I think he could have done it differently." Hondo said "I know." Jeanette said. "Well, just make sure the girls and their handlers are ok. I've got to get them back to their base soon. I'll miss the little gals. I have to make sure Tammy goes too, and have to prepare for Midnight comin' in. Boy is The Capitan gonna love this! the bomb plane returns! sounds like a cheap B movie!!" Hondo said. "I'll go make sure every thing is alright with our new Italian rescue group then, even if I don't agree with them and think they all should be in prison." Jeanette said. "Yes, J.I." Hondo said. *Now off to talk to Cap. Ready and Rosie, to let them know, then I've got to make sure Tammy goes with the group and I still have to get them there! What a day!" Hondo thought with a scowl on his face. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Note: You guys still have a huge clean up to do and go home to the cafe. My job here is done. Tammy needs to be sent to the SWA with Bink. Admiral Donelly needs to be dealt with. The wreckage needs to be cleaned up and sorted through. Midnight to be picked up from where ever he is in. Rangers sent home. ... .. . etc. [\quote] First of all, way to go Fernando! Seriously that was an impressive finish. I liked it so much I wanted that to be the ending of the story. However, it has been brought to my attention that there is some unfinished business which needs to be finished. Well, let me sort through all this so I can get an idea of where we are. By the way, the next time I get the brilliant idea to start another round robin, could someone please remind me of GsB. This was way more than what I thought it would be. -------------------------------------------------- Last edited by DOS & Arik on Thu Oct 11, 2007 2:43 pm, edited 1 time in total. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Sinclair"] [OOC] I think I'm gonna take care of the admiral... [/OOC] [\quote] Thank you. I prefer to have all the loose ends tied up before we go home. -------------------------------------------------- Severe Weather Eddie - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Sinclair"] [OOC] I think I'm gonna take care of the admiral... [/OOC] [\quote] Thank you. I prefer to have all the loose ends tied up before we go home. [\quote] - - - - - I think that RR and I were planning on doing that ourselves, somehow, but OK, go for it, I guess. I do have an idea, if you decide not to. Just please do NOT hurt the North Carolina. It has been established that of her 1500-some-odd man crew, only 30 at most are sided with Donnely. Enough to be a nuisance, but nowhere near enough to actually run the ship. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - "Don't worry captain. If I can help it the only one dead will be the admiral. Collateral damage should not exceed a few doors. Nothing that your men can't fix..." :wink: I'll need a transport to the ship. If I can make short work of Donnely's supporters I'll be fine from there. Otherwise an extraction would be in order. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - Shortly before 8:00, the evening of the 737BBJ's flight to New York, in Anne and her partner Franco's apartment, the phone rings. Anne answers it. "Anne speaking." The mouse on the other end is at the airport. "The prisoners are not on board." "What?" Anne asked. "The SWA is not on board. Only the U.N. investigators boarded the plane and it's getting into position for take off." "How could our organization allow this to happen? Do we know where they are?" "We don't have a man on them." The following morning a TV news reporter is reporting on the midair explosion. "Crew is shifting through the wreckage in the Mediterranean. All personnel aboard the craft, U.N. investigators and an American CIA agent, are believed to have perished in the explosion. Preliminary findings suggest this is the work of the Republican Faction." In their apartment Anne turns off the TV and lays down the remote. Franco stood by where Anne was seated. "Dude! This is so messed up." -------------------------------------------------- Midnight Man - - - - - Midnight didn't get any instructions to stay away of the carrier, also because the WWII warbird was easily fast enough to catch up with the carrier in almost no time. He was glad, too, that except the ships belonging to the small convoy there was no ship around, especially not the North Carolina. He almost thought it was a wonder that he made it back to the USS Enterprise when he finally touched down’Äîin the middle of the night, in an aircraft crammed with explosives that wasn't even his, with a former rogue agent behind him, and with the crazy admiral he had already heard about chasing the entire team. He stopped the plane, opened the canopy, got out and helped Rebecca to get out. She was probably spotted by someone, for as soon as she set a foot onto the carrier, guards came out and surrounded the plane with their guns pointed at her. Among them stood Hondo. "Midnight, you got some nerves... You know who she is?" "I know who she is," Midnight replied, "but she changed sides. She begged me to take her with me and offered us her help." Rebecca nodded. "I guess we can use a little insider help," Hondo said, "in case we've still gotta deal with the SWA." Upon his order, the guns are removed. As Midnight walked past him, he whispered, "I recommend you to have an eye on her, though. I'm not that easy to fool." "Don't worry," Hondo replied, "there's little she can do here and get away with." -------------------------------------------------- Hondo I. Sackett - - - - - The next day Hondo fired up his copter again and started transferin' the fratellos back to their base. It took a few trips but, one day saw them all back home. Hondo warned Jean and Marco that Tammy would have to go through somethin' drastic before she would ever use a gun willingly. Hondo also warned them what he would do to them if they did not start treatin' those little gals better. They both promised to do better. While Hondo was gone the ships explosives expert and a few crew members unloaded the explosives out of the souped up WWII warbird. It was completely unloaded by the time Hondo got back from the last trip. the last return trip took a little longer as Hondo had to retrieve his foldable copter and haul it onto the ship. Hondo ate supper right after his return, cleaned his guns and then stowed his copters below. after that he had the warbird put in the repair hanger below deck and went to work on a long range hydrogen system w/ nos like his copter had(just in case it was needed for that) and got it ready to stow away, so that if needed later it could be broken out of mothballs at a moments notice. He had offered it to Midnight. He said he might take Hondo up on the offer later, but for now he had his and didn't need a second. So with Cap. Ready's permission it was stored below. Hondo figure he could help if needed, but his part of this mission was complete. only thing now was to stay out of site and keep alive until the mess could be cleared up with the CIA. -------------------------------------------------- Sinclair - - - - - A battleship is like a floating city. It has a canteen, a hairdresser, a dentist.... With a crew of over 1500 it takes time before you get to know everybody. Sinclair was now using this little fact to full advantage. After he approached North Carolina at night on a dinghy, Charles climbed aboard and entered the bowels of the ship. He was wearing a sailor's uniform and betting on the fact only around 30 crewmembers were supporting Donnelly. Twenty minutes later he found the admiral's cabin and knocked on the door. "Enter." Sinclair opened the door, walked inside and quickly closed them behind him. The admiral was sitting at the desk, mumbling to himself. "What do you want, sailor?" he grumbled. "I bring a message from Captain Charlie." Donnelly looked at him, stunned and started to stand up. "He wants you," continued Charles, "to stop trying to interfere with the rescue operation, get the 'eel out of here and resign your commission." The admiral was now approaching him with a clear intent of murder in his eyes. "And if I do not?" "Here's a hint." answered Sinclair, rising his left arm and pointing at Donnelly. In a split second a gun appeared in his hand, and with a pull of the trigger he sent a 10mm bullet to the admiral's chest. The left sleeve has been ripped apart by the spring of the rapid-draw holster, fastened to his forearm, and was now hanging below. "Fool!" shouted Donnelly. "Bullets cannot harm me! Prepare to die!" "Oh, I know that...." Sinclair retorted with a wicked smile. "But this certainly can." He extended a meter-long blade and was now waving it before himself. "Approach if you dare!" *** After several seconds the door opened revealing five crewmembers who were attracted by the sound of the explosion, multiplied by good acoustics of the metal hull. They saw Sinclair, standing in front of them, filling the entire doorway. "Who are you?! what happened?!" they demanded. "The admiral has chosen to end his career." answered Charles. "You may join him if you want." -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - In a building that is hard to find and many refuse to admit of its existance, a meeting is being held in one of it s conference rooms with 2 high ranking leaders and a blind squirrel. Agency Leader 01: So you want these charges of dessertion and treason dropped against the whole group? Blind Squirrel: These are trumped up charges against the Rescue Rangers, because somebody is taking their lower level work too personally. Agency Leader 02: You have proof of this? Blind Squirrel: Its in that report. Agency Leader 02: We'll get back to you then. Blind Squirrel: No. I need a decision now. Many lives are at stake here and I will not leave without a guarenteed order of living our lives in peace. Agency Leader 01: What makes you think that if we wont refuse your request? Blind Squirrel: You can have me arrested and executed, but remember this- anyone having access to this place has a great deal of power. My power extends beyond these walls and when deemed necessary- beyond the jail cell or the grave. It would be advisable that the favor is given as a favor, not as a demand. You know me as a person of good will and strong actions. Do not make me make you regret going up against one of the 'good guys.' Agency Leader 02: You threatening us? Agency Leader 01: Enough... Fernando, the order will be given for the others to be forgiven and restrored of their civil rights. But as for you, no matter the scop of the mission, I do not want to ever see you here again under your own accord. You are only to enter this place when called upon. Do I make myself clear? Fernando: I am just a man protecting his only daughter and the few friends that he has. Do I make myself clear? Fernando slides over a cellphone to them. Fernando: I believe there are a few phone calls to be made before I leave. The cellphone is picked up, and a call made. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - This is just a heads up. I'm about 60% done with the edited version of GsB. Of course the story will never be complete until Bink is safe and back to living a normal life. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="RangerReady23"] OOC: Not trying to be a killjoy or anything...really, I'm not. But technically, I was written out of character on the last page. The tone of voice that "Captain RR" took with the leader of the Rangers isn't one I'd use on a friend...especially Chip Maplewood. I respect him. Not a gripe, or a rant...just making a point. [\quote] Thanks for pointing this out. I will make the change in the edited version. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Jeanette is right. I allowed "Gunslinger Bink" to be turned into something that it was never meant to be. The point of the round robin was to reintroduce a conditioned assassin back into society. We now have five conditioned assassins to reintroduce back into society. I am taking back control of the story I started. We will take precautions and use standard procedures in keeping them safe but no successful attempts in kidnapping these girls will be allowed. Like I said, "Gunslinger Bink" was never meant to be that kind of story. viewtopic.php?f=3&t=16841 I do have ideas to keep the story interesting like dealing with a now hacked-off U.N. Does a blown up 737BBJ ring a bell to anyone? ;) If there is anyone who wishes to continue, we will get back to it after Christmas. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Consider the following: Cyborg rules. -As cyborgs, it is not possible to revert their cyberetic parts back into flesh and blood. -Their human parts were disposed of when the cybernetic parts replaced them. -In the case of the GsG Universe, the conditioning medication not only used to alter their mental and emotional responses, but it also allows them to run their cyborg implants without pain or suffering, as stated by Jose in Episode 11: Fabbre Alta. It was also shown in Manga Volume 4, that in a mission, Angelica ran out of the medication, and from pain and withdraw- she broke Priscilla's arm demanding for more. In short, she shut down herself until more medication could be brought to her and before she could cause more damage. In short, they can not live without the medication. Round Robin Rules. - If the majority declares the story line to be concluded, then thats the end of it. Even you stated that this was an excellent end to this story line, even though it was not as you planned. Personal notes. -I am not sure who is pulling on who's strings on your end, Arik, but Jeanette and I had a long talk. about GsB abd GsB II. Go root through the logs and see whats there. -The future of GsB II (and as promised, other Round Robins) are in doubt due to their content. In fact- GsB II has been terminated by the powers that be. I'm not questioning their decisions on that, but I am of yours and several others. -There seems to be a power struggles that seem to be emminating for certain individuals who want to be in control. It seems to me that things happen in the cafe when those individuals want to control and start taking actions to manipulate others to do their dirty deeds. Dont be manipulated, and dont think what you are doing is of your own actions and somebody 'suggested them to you'. Well, you have fun with this. And this too: viewtopic.php?f=4&t=18785 - - - - - DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Consider the following: Cyborg rules. -As cyborgs, it is not possible to revert their cyberetic parts back into flesh and blood. -Their human parts were disposed of when the cybernetic parts replaced them. [\quote] I know that once a cyborg, always a cyborg but we can at least give them their lives back and allow them to live a normal life. [quote="Fernando"] -In the case of the GsG Universe, the conditioning medication not only used to alter their mental and emotional responses, but it also allows them to run their cyborg implants without pain or suffering, as stated by Jose in Episode 11: Fabbre Alta. It was also shown in Manga Volume 4, that in a mission, Angelica ran out of the medication, and from pain and withdraw- she broke Priscilla's arm demanding for more. In short, she shut down herself until more medication could be brought to her and before she could cause more damage. In short, they can not live without the medication. [\quote] Thanks for the information. Of course I already figured that a deal would have to be made with the U.N. to transfer the custody of the doctors to the IRAS for the sake of the girls. [quote="Fernando"] Round Robin Rules. - If the majority declares the story line to be concluded, then thats the end of it. Even you stated that this was an excellent end to this story line, even though it was not as you planned. [\quote] I think there will be a few people who would want to continue now that the girls are no longer gunslingers. Even if I am the only one, I will do what I can. [quote="Fernando"] Personal notes. -I am not sure who is pulling on who's strings on your end, Arik, but Jeanette and I had a long talk. about GsB abd GsB II. Go root through the logs and see whats there. -The future of GsB II (and as promised, other Round Robins) are in doubt due to their content. In fact- GsB II has been terminated by the powers that be. I'm not questioning their decisions on that, but I am of yours and several others. -There seems to be a power struggles that seem to be emminating for certain individuals who want to be in control. It seems to me that things happen in the cafe when those individuals want to control and start taking actions to manipulate others to do their dirty deeds. Dont be manipulated, and dont think what you are doing is of your own actions and somebody 'suggested them to you'. [\quote] Jeanette encouraged me to keep it going and was the one who reminded me why I started this in the first place. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 50

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:41pm Charles_Roberts - - - - - Just Sent a PM to Dr. Indy and see if we can creat another Board for PG 13-R Round Robian and Stories so they won't mess up the G-PG Gildelines so I Just want to Drown out the Agurments too in GSB Searies and I Can Creat Boards too - - - - - CCC - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] I think there will be a few people who would want to continue now that the girls are no longer gunslingers. Even if I am the only one, I will do what I can. [\quote] I think a continuation along those lines would be nice. I may not post often until after New Year's Day, though. [quote="Fernando"] It seems to me that things happen in the cafe when those individuals want to control and start taking actions to manipulate others to do their dirty deeds. Dont be manipulated, and dont think what you are doing is of your own actions and somebody 'suggested them to you'. [\quote] I see no reason to assume that anyone is 'pulling Arik's strings', and I have trouble seeing restarting GsB from an earlier point as a dirty deed anyhow. -------------------------------------------------- And it's good to see you back around and unbusy enough to post, Arik. Merry Christmas to all! -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Lets separate the two in their canon forms: CDRR is about a set of rodents who go about solving mysery cases and uses recycled garbage tech to go about created rodent sized technology to best work for them. They encounter both human and animal contacts through out their adventures- all slowing rather low intelligence compared to them. This is a basic cartoon created for kids under the age of 10, done by Disney, which by all standards at this point have fallen; considering that Disney was one of the pioneers in cartoon special effect and story telling in the 1950s-1970s. Gunslinger Girl is about the girls within a government agency who have been brought back from a fate worst than death with highly advanced cybernetic technology. Without this technology- they would be dead. With this technology, they are given a few years of life (ranging from 5 to 10 years). The Government Agency in turn has the girls work for them, each with an adult handler, creating a 'Fratello Team'. The Fratello teams go out to fight organized crime and terrorism, often-but not always- needing to eliminate their targets pernamently. In order to use the cybernetic implants, the girls need to be put on a condictioning medication, which at higher doses does effect their mental and emotional responses. Without this medication, the girls die a rather painful death. The implantsvaryfromgirlto girl, but are mostly carbon fiber frames and skeleton reinforment, artifical muscle and organ replacement, etc. This makes them super strong and bullet resistant (no bullet proof). There are many government agencies world wide who would want and would steal a Gunslinger girl to create other gunslinger girls of their own with. This a cartoon created at an animation studio in Japan for more mature audiences who can handle gore, violence and complex story lines. It is dubbed as "Anime", and this anime is based on the Gunslinger Girl Manga (Manga meaning Printed Magazine/comic book) by Yu Aida. Putting them together: CDRR is not capable to dealing with government agencies. CDRR can not get the medication that the girls would need in order to live. CDRR does not have the infrastructure to deal with the girl's needs. In short- left to CDRR's care- the girls would die. - That is, if left to the CDRR Canon as is. - Adding those things that Fanfict writers have added to the CDRR universe, CDRR still does not have the means to properly care for the girls. - Many writers in the fanfict universe resort too Deus Ex Machina story lines and solutions, and most would not sacrifice themselves to forfill a story line. If you want more information to Gunslinger Girl, I put some detailed information and links on Hondo's server & Forum: http://hondosackett.com/yabb/YaBB.pl?num=1198432447/0#0 - - - - - DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="CCC"] [quote="Fernando"] It seems to me that things happen in the cafe when those individuals want to control and start taking actions to manipulate others to do their dirty deeds. Dont be manipulated, and dont think what you are doing is of your own actions and somebody 'suggested them to you'. [\quote] I see no reason to assume that anyone is 'pulling Arik's strings', and I have trouble seeing restarting GsB from an earlier point as a dirty deed anyhow. [\quote] Fernando thinks Jeanette is manipulating the round robins and because of that he thinks she is manipulating me as well. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Lets separate the two in their canon forms: CDRR is about a set of rodents who go about solving mysery cases and uses recycled garbage tech to go about created rodent sized technology to best work for them. They encounter both human and animal contacts through out their adventures- all slowing rather low intelligence compared to them. This is a basic cartoon created for kids under the age of 10, done by Disney, which by all standards at this point have fallen; considering that Disney was one of the pioneers in cartoon special effect and story telling in the 1950s-1970s. Gunslinger Girl is about the girls within a government agency who have been brought back from a fate worst than death with highly advanced cybernetic technology. Without this technology- they would be dead. With this technology, they are given a few years of life (ranging from 5 to 10 years). The Government Agency in turn has the girls work for them, each with an adult handler, creating a 'Fratello Team'. The Fratello teams go out to fight organized crime and terrorism, often-but not always- needing to eliminate their targets pernamently. In order to use the cybernetic implants, the girls need to be put on a condictioning medication, which at higher doses does effect their mental and emotional responses. Without this medication, the girls die a rather painful death. The implantsvaryfromgirlto girl, but are mostly carbon fiber frames and skeleton reinforment, artifical muscle and organ replacement, etc. This makes them super strong and bullet resistant (no bullet proof). There are many government agencies world wide who would want and would steal a Gunslinger girl to create other gunslinger girls of their own with. This a cartoon created at an animation studio in Japan for more mature audiences who can handle gore, violence and complex story lines. It is dubbed as "Anime", and this anime is based on the Gunslinger Girl Manga (Manga meaning Printed Magazine/comic book) by Yu Aida. [\quote] First of all you know how the fan fictions work. The Rescue Rangers are more technologically advanced in the fan fictions that they were in the cartoon. In some of the stories intelligent animals are the same size as humans. Secondly, even though "Gunslinger Bink" has some violent parts, I tried to tone it down in my posts in comparison to Gunslinger Girl. Thirdly the part about other countries wanting to kidnap the girls was not even in Gunslinger Girl. You added that part yourself. The only threat these girls faced were the mafia and terrorists they were hunting down. [quote="Fernando"] Putting them together: CDRR is not capable to dealing with government agencies. [\quote] If you are talking about governments who want to kidnap the girls, as I said that was never a problem in Gunslinger Girl. If you are talking about foreign policy, that is what the IRAS is for. [quote="Fernando"] CDRR can not get the medication that the girls would need in order to live. CDRR does not have the infrastructure to deal with the girl's needs. In short- left to CDRR's care- the girls would die. [\quote] We would have to have the U.N. release the doctors to the IRAS. There is no other option. [quote="Fernando"] - That is, if left to the CDRR Canon as is. - Adding those things that Fanfict writers have added to the CDRR universe, CDRR still does not have the means to properly care for the girls. [\quote] If I am not mistaken, the Acorn Cafe is a pretty big place. [quote="Fernando"] - Many writers in the fanfict universe resort too Deus Ex Machina story lines and solutions, and most would not sacrifice themselves to forfill a story line. [\quote] Jeanette was willing to sacrifice her character Anne for Tammy. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - There is one other option to take care of the girl's medical needs, but I have not yet worked out how to get Nimnul to agree to take on the job... -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="CCC"] There is one other option to take care of the girl's medical needs, but I have not yet worked out how to get Nimnul to agree to take on the job... [\quote] What does Professor Nimnul know about cybernetics? -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="CCC"] There is one other option to take care of the girl's medical needs, but I have not yet worked out how to get Nimnul to agree to take on the job... [\quote] What does Professor Nimnul know about cybernetics? [\quote] Nada. Zilch. Nothing. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] What does Professor Nimnul know about cybernetics? [\quote] Nada. Zilch. Nothing. [\quote] That's what I figured. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - The guy who built the modemiser, the metamorphiser and the F.O.G.I.E ray? The fruitquake, the Gigantigo Gun and the flying carpets? He's got at the very least some impressive manufacturing facilities. It may be necessary for him to work from pre-existing notes and I still wouldn't know how to ensure his trustworthiness, but I would imagine him to be more than capable of maintenance on cybernetic implants. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="CCC"] The guy who built the modemiser, the metamorphiser and the F.O.G.I.E ray? The fruitquake, the Gigantigo Gun and the flying carpets? [\quote] Those are gadgets. The girls' needs are medical. There is a difference between the two. [quote="CCC"] He's got at the very least some impressive manufacturing facilities. It may be necessary for him to work from pre-existing notes and I still wouldn't know how to ensure his trustworthiness, but I would imagine him to be more than capable of maintenance on cybernetic implants. [\quote] Despite what he may have in terms equipment and knowledge, his actions say two things. 1- He's reckless; not caring about the long term ramifictions of exposure to his devices. 2- He only thinks of his self promotion. Being #1 in what ever list he thinks he is on. Due to who knows what radiation exposure he has exposed himself (greatly) and to the CD/RR (to a lesser extent), this being some 30 years later into the future- who knows if he is on some hospital bed dying from some terminal cancer caused from his experiments from so long ago. And if it got him into that condition- imagine what condition the CD/RR team is in. Cartoon or not, I like to keep it real to some extent. My last point- we all know he's a bad guy. Handing him the girls would be like opening the hen house for the fox. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Despite what he may have in terms equipment and knowledge, his actions say two things. 1- He's reckless; not caring about the long term ramifictions of exposure to his devices. 2- He only thinks of his self promotion. Being #1 in what ever list he thinks he is on. ... My last point- we all know he's a bad guy. Handing him the girls would be like opening the hen house for the fox. [\quote] This is very true, and is the biggest problem with the suggestion. I have not yet found a convincingly thorough way around this difficulty. As far as medical technology goes, though, it might be worth pointing out that he once created what appeared to be a direct brain interface for a guinea pig. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="CCC"] This is very true, and is the biggest problem with the suggestion. I have not yet found a convincingly thorough way around this difficulty. As far as medical technology goes, though, it might be worth pointing out that he once created what appeared to be a direct brain interface for a guinea pig. [\quote] I would have to find and review the episode in question. I distinctly remember that he may have stole the g'pig from a lab and added his modifications to the chip. He does however, experiements too much in mind control devices-particularly frequencies and tones to hyponise cats and rodents to do his bidding. That does not require genuis to implement, just a lot of equipment to do it in the scale he does it in. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="CCC"] As far as medical technology goes, though, it might be worth pointing out that he once created what appeared to be a direct brain interface for a guinea pig. [\quote] Sorry, CCC, I just don't think that qualifies. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - "Does Pavlov Ring A Bell", Buzz's giant robot. Anyhow, unless someone can suggest a way to obtain his aid without obtaining his treachery, the whole point is moot. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 51

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:42pm Fernando - - - - - Even if you get to Nimul to agree and cooperate on the care of the girls, where are they going to get their conditioning medication thatallows them to fuction with their cyborgnetic implants, which without they would die...? The Italian Government would rather have them die than give up the medication so that others can have them. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - We are going to have to get the doctors, not Professor whats his name. As far as the Italian government is concern, they are going to be in some hot water with the U.N. I think it would be in their best interest to start cooperating. There is one other option which I prefer not to use unless what I planned is simply not plausible. If the Italian government wants to save face then the SWA would have to be exactly what they claim it to be, a home for critically injured children and that's it, nothing more. If the U.N. or who ever has to get in their business to make sure the Italian government is doing exactly what they say they are then so be it. These kids need to be kids. I don't want them going after jaywalkers, not to mention LSD pushers. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] We are going to have to get the doctors, not Professor whats his name. As far as the Italian government is concern, they are going to be in some hot water with the U.N. I think it would be in their best interest to start cooperating. There is one other option which I prefer not to use unless what I planned is simply not plausible. If the Italian government wants to save face then the SWA would have to be exactly what they claim it to be, a home for critically injured children and that's it, nothing more. If the U.N. or who ever has to get in their business to make sure the Italian government is doing exactly what they say they are then so be it. These kids need to be kids. I don't want them going after jaywalkers, not to mention LSD pushers. [\quote] Problems: -The UN has no teeth. -They send the US to gather forces to do their dirty work for them (CIA, Special Forces, Military resources. International to be used for bigger issues...). -The UN was already given that last report, and the plane-incdent considered as an act of terrorism and not state involved action. -As far as the two story time lines are concerned, The US military has its own ulterior motives. -This goes back to the Rangers to figure out. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] -The UN was already given that last report, and the plane-incdent considered as an act of terrorism and not state involved action. [\quote] No matter which option we go with, I already have that problem worked out. :twisted: Yup, the Italian government is going to be in some very hot water. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] -The UN was already given that last report, and the plane-incdent considered as an act of terrorism and not state involved action. [\quote] No matter which option we go with, I already have that problem worked out. :twisted: Yup, the Italian government is going to be in some very hot water. [\quote] Considering that the US, France, Germany, Japan, Russia, etc., etc., etc. all have their own cyborg programs in place, it would be like going into a crowded room of smokers and try to enforce a No Smoking Ban, only to find the polic, elected officals and high members of society in that very room. You cant go after just punish 1 of the group, you have to punish them all. Sure, the ban can be enforced, and all those involved put into a lot of trouble, but at what cost? They will all go after the enforcer and make his life a living heck. Well, good luck with that. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - As I said I already have that worked out. It's not just the fact that the Italian government is the one with their hands in the cookie jar right now but the U.N. is going to know that the report is false. Once they know the report is false, the U.N. is going to start asking questions about the 737. If that is not enough of a motive to start cleaning house, I don't know what is. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Problems: -The UN has no teeth. [\quote] They have a few; one that can be effective against a democracy is "tell the voters what's going on". Also see below. [quote="Fernando"] -The UN was already given that last report, and the plane-incdent considered as an act of terrorism and not state involved action. [\quote] It can always be reopened if new evidence is found. [quote="Fernando"] Considering that the US, France, Germany, Japan, Russia, etc., etc., etc. all have their own cyborg programs in place, it would be like going into a crowded room of smokers and try to enforce a No Smoking Ban, only to find the polic, elected officals and high members of society in that very room. You cant go after just punish 1 of the group, you have to punish them all. Sure, the ban can be enforced, and all those involved put into a lot of trouble, but at what cost? They will all go after the enforcer and make his life a living heck. Well, good luck with that. [\quote] Not necessarily. Have you ever noticed how people with a guilty conscience often scream the loudest for punishment for someone else? A good speaker could probably get all the other cyborg-using countries to react very vindictively to Italy, even if any suggestion to see if anyone else is using them is immediately vetoed as a 'waste of resources'. Besides, taking out Italy's cyborg program removes a competitor. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="CCC"] [quote="Fernando"] Problems: -The UN has no teeth. [\quote] They have a few; one that can be effective against a democracy is "tell the voters what's going on". Also see below. That has not worked in Slovania, Surbia and many former Soviet block countries. Nor has it worked in the many nations of Africa, Arabia, or the island nations of the Asian Pacfiic. [quote="CCC"] [quote="Fernando"] -The UN was already given that last report, and the plane-incdent considered as an act of terrorism and not state involved action. [\quote] It can always be reopened if new evidence is found. [\quote] [quote="Fernando"] Considering that the US, France, Germany, Japan, Russia, etc., etc., etc. all have their own cyborg programs in place, it would be like going into a crowded room of smokers and try to enforce a No Smoking Ban, only to find the polic, elected officals and high members of society in that very room. You cant go after just punish 1 of the group, you have to punish them all. Sure, the ban can be enforced, and all those involved put into a lot of trouble, but at what cost? They will all go after the enforcer and make his life a living heck. Well, good luck with that. [\quote] Not necessarily. Have you ever noticed how people with a guilty conscience often scream the loudest for punishment for someone else? A good speaker could probably get all the other cyborg-using countries to react very vindictively to Italy, even if any suggestion to see if anyone else is using them is immediately vetoed as a 'waste of resources'. Besides, taking out Italy's cyborg program removes a competitor. The NATO Treaty and other treaties (Ie: EU) prevents other nations to gang up on one to 'remove the competition.' Worse case scenero- as done by Palestinein the 1970's- Walk out of the UN Conference and declare oneself a non-member. At this point, the UN can not take action, because the UN only police themselves. Stepping into a non-member's soil uninvited is a declaration of war to those who dare invade. Most UN members will not allow themselves to be in that situation, and will not partake in such activity. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="CCC"] [quote="Fernando"] -The UN was already given that last report, and the plane-incdent considered as an act of terrorism and not state involved action. [\quote] It can always be reopened if new evidence is found. [\quote] I'm already ahead of you CCC. If you read the story carefully, some already know that the report is false and your character is one of them or at least he should know by now. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] As I said I already have that worked out. It's not just the fact that the Italian government is the one with their hands in the cookie jar right now but the U.N. is going to know that the report is false. Once they know the report is false, the U.N. is going to start asking questions about the 737. [\quote] If that is not enough of a motive to start cleaning house, I don't know what is. Rules of the exchange for a blackmail: never hand over the orginals. Furthermore; the US Navy did the search/rescue/recovery of the 737, and concluded that it was a bomb that fell the plane. The Italian Government will verify that it is a terrorist bomb that took down this and other aircraft during this time, and the US Navy still has the Mustang P51 loaded with explosives. Implicating the Italian government will also implicate the US Navy and the Captains of the fleet (RangerReady23, Eddie, etc.). They will say that they were following orders from an agent of the agency. That would implicate the CIA, when the UN gets the tape of the conversation stating,"...you will not return alive." Implicating the CIA would implicate the USA... Its really getting ugly at this point. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Rules of the exchange for a blackmail: never hand over the orginals. Furthermore; the US Navy did the search/rescue/recovery of the 737, and concluded that it was a bomb that fell the plane. The Italian Government will verify that it is a terrorist bomb that took down this and other aircraft during this time, and the US Navy still has the Mustang P51 loaded with explosives. Implicating the Italian government will also implicate the US Navy and the Captains of the fleet (RangerReady23, Eddie, etc.). They will say that they were following orders from an agent of the agency. That would implicate the CIA, when the UN gets the tape of the conversation stating,"...you will not return alive." Implicating the CIA would implicate the USA... Its really getting ugly at this point. [\quote] All we are doing is rescuing five girls. Now if you know of a better way, I am all ears. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="CCC"] [quote="Fernando"] -The UN was already given that last report, and the plane-incdent considered as an act of terrorism and not state involved action. [\quote] It can always be reopened if new evidence is found. [\quote] I'm already ahead of you CCC. If you read the story carefully, some already know that the report is false and your character is one of them or at least he should know by now. [\quote] CCC does not have access to my resources, as proven when Donelly shut me and the fleet out of the internet and I was still able to get in on through a layer that he did not know about that actually exists in real life. Unless there were changes to the story in GsB:Editted Edition, the only 3 people who knew were Hondo and Marco, and neither one left my side. The UN investigator is the only loose cannon here. What little evidence that can be found in from the Mediterranean Sea (as shown in TWA Flight 800 and other crashesover the waters), the evidence will be inconclusive. If they do find any evideince, it gets connected to Annie and Franco since it was their bomb. Part of that evidence is that I died on that flight. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] Rules of the exchange for a blackmail: never hand over the orginals. Furthermore; the US Navy did the search/rescue/recovery of the 737, and concluded that it was a bomb that fell the plane. The Italian Government will verify that it is a terrorist bomb that took down this and other aircraft during this time, and the US Navy still has the Mustang P51 loaded with explosives. Implicating the Italian government will also implicate the US Navy and the Captains of the fleet (RangerReady23, Eddie, etc.). They will say that they were following orders from an agent of the agency. That would implicate the CIA, when the UN gets the tape of the conversation stating,"...you will not return alive." Implicating the CIA would implicate the USA... Its really getting ugly at this point. [\quote] All we are doing is rescuing five girls. Now if you know of a better way, I am all ears. [\quote] The current situation is only a 1/2 solution for GsB and the rescue of the girls. GsB II and perhaps GsB III, IV, V... would have solved it and continued on with the story. But somebodies complained to the admins about GsB II and had it shut down. Furthermore, GsB II will be deleted, and it will be the start of a whole slew of thread deletions which may include GsB and any other 'Out Of Content' story materials posted in the Story Board Forum. Though I have copied GsB II and put it on Hondo's Cabin House Fourm, we will have to wait and see what happens after New Year's when all this is to be envoked. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] CCC does not have access to my resources, as proven when Donelly shut me and the fleet out of the internet and I was still able to get in on through a layer that he did not know about that actually exists in real life. [\quote] That is not how CCC knows. [\quote] [quote="Fernando"] Unless there were changes to the story in GsB:Editted Edition, the only 3 people who knew were Hondo and Marco, and neither one left my side. The UN investigator is the only loose cannon here. [\quote] Are you sure you are not forgetting anybody? In this regard I did not add anything to the edited edition. I added a few lines to make the changes make sense but that is all. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] CCC does not have access to my resources, as proven when Donelly shut me and the fleet out of the internet and I was still able to get in on through a layer that he did not know about that actually exists in real life. [\quote] That is not how CCC knows. [\quote] You are referring to the montoring watch that CCC had me wear, I gave it to Hondo to wear. Everything recorded on it is though the perception of that watch on his body and not mine. [\quote] [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] Unless there were changes to the story in GsB:Editted Edition, the only 3 people who knew were Hondo and Marco, and neither one left my side. The UN investigator is the only loose cannon here. [\quote] Are you sure you are not forgetting anybody? In this regard I did not add anything to the edited edition. I added a few lines to make the changes make sense but that is all. If you are refering about Misao, then you have became Jeanette in using a Duex Ex Machina character to do thy bidding when she was not involved in the first place. Also remember- when her and I are in contact, her abilities are cancelled as are mine. She can not see me and the actions that I take because as a timetraveller, I am too random an element for her to get a fix on. All the other characters were on the ship. The remains of the SWA in Jail with the UN Investigators. [\quote] Other than CCC (via the watch) and Misao, there is nobody else: viewtopic.php?p=247899#p247899 -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 52

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:42pm DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] If you are refering about Misao, then you have became Jeanette in using a Duex Ex Machina character to do thy bidding when she was not involved in the first place. [\quote] First of all she was involved. She was the one who got Jean to cooperate and Jeanette also used her as a nameless female mouse in another part of the story. [quote="Fernando"] She can not see me and the actions that I take because as a timetraveller, I am too random an element for her to get a fix on. [\quote] I'm glad that she can't. I don't want her to be able to track you. The fact that she can't track you provides a way out of a difficult problem. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] If you are refering about Misao, then you have became Jeanette in using a Duex Ex Machina character to do thy bidding when she was not involved in the first place. [\quote] First of all she was involved. She was the one who got Jean to cooperate and Jeanette also used her as a nameless female mouse in another part of the story. [\quote] The only nameless female used here was the one who ordered the bomb from Annie and Franco. That now implicates her in this conspiracy. Even worse is that she knew that the rangers and I may have been on that plane, and therefore was the one who ordered that plane's destruction, which implicates her for murder against all of us. That creates a really ugly scene to deal with. [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] She can not see me and the actions that I take because as a timetraveller, I am too random an element for her to get a fix on. [\quote] I'm glad that she can't. I don't want her to be able to track you. The fact that she can't track you provides a way out of a difficult problem. [\quote] According to the story, I'm supposed to be dead. Along with my belongings found is an apparent laptop which fits "Rachel's" description. Everyone know that I am always near by Rachel, and if she was found in the wreckage, then my bones would be at the bottom of the sea somewhere. Misao not being able to track me, has to go with that evidence and believe me to be gone. As for recovering data from the hard drive- all will be found is one very messed up 40GB Conner Drive. Conner uses Glass Platters because they offer higher speeds and zero data errors and no data loss under normal use. But the platters shatter when the drives are dropped. It might as well be put on the end of a stick and be used as a baby rattle at this point. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] If you are refering about Misao, then you have became Jeanette in using a Duex Ex Machina character to do thy bidding when she was not involved in the first place. [\quote] First of all she was involved. She was the one who got Jean to cooperate and Jeanette also used her as a nameless female mouse in another part of the story. [\quote] The only nameless female used here was the one who ordered the bomb from Annie and Franco. That now implicates her in this conspiracy. [\quote] Even worse is that she knew that the rangers and I may have been on that plane, and therefore was the one who ordered that plane's destruction, which implicates her for murder against all of us. That creates a really ugly scene to deal with. [\quote] This also implicates Annie and Franco. This just gave me an idea. See you on Hondo's Cabin, new home for GsB II. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Once all this, I don't know what you want to call it, slows down I will get to the contribution that will continue "Gunslinger Bink." It will answer a lot of questions but the next contribution will create new questions as well. Fernando, I know you already know this but I will say it anyway. Once I continue "Gunslinger Bink" it will not be cannon with "Gunslinger Bink II." -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - The monitoring watch monitored three things only - the wearer's pulse and location, and whether or not someone hit the 'help' button. Nothing else. It was intended to enable Fernando to call for help he needed, not to spy on him. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="CCC"] The monitoring watch monitored three things only - the wearer's pulse and location, and whether or not someone hit the 'help' button. Nothing else. It was intended to enable Fernando to call for help he needed, not to spy on him. [\quote] Thank you. Nice to know that I'm still loved here. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] Shortly before 8:00, the evening of the 737BBJ's flight to New York, in Anne and her partner Franco's apartment, the phone rings. Anne answers it. "Anne speaking." The mouse on the other end is at the airport. "The prisoners are not on board." "What?" Anne asked. "The SWA is not on board. Only the U.N. investigators boarded the plane and it's getting into position for take off." "How could our organization allow this to happen? Do we know where they are?" "We don't have a man on them." The following morning a TV news reporter is reporting on the midair explosion. "Crew is shifting through the wreckage in the Mediterranean. All personnel aboard the craft, U.N. investigators and an American CIA agent, are believed to have perished in the explosion. Preliminary findings suggest this is the work of the Republican Faction." In their apartment Anne turns off the TV and lays down the remote. Franco stood by where Anne was seated. "Dude! This is so messed up." The phone rings and "IRAS" shows up on the caller I.D. Anne answers it. "Hello, this is Anne." "Agent Rossellini," says the male voice on the phone, "you and your partner are needed at the Malpensa International Airport to disable a bomb." Anne wonders why she is called from Rome to disable a bomb in Milan. The IRAS has bomb exports much closer. She figured that this bomb is particularly difficult to disable and therefore didn't question it. The voice on the phone continues, "This is one of your bombs." Anne was puzzled. "It's one of our bombs?" "Everything will be explained to you when you get here." "Franco and I will be on the next flight out." Anne hangs up the phone. "Did I hear right?" Franco asked. "All of our bombs are accounted for." "You're right. Either way, we're still needed at the Malpensa International Airport." Hours later at the Malpensa International Airport, Anne and Franco are greeted by an IRAS agent but the details of why they were called were not explained yet. They are brought to a hanger where the bomb is located. When Miss Rossellini saw a 737BBJ with the number NX3622 she looked like she just saw a ghost plane. [\quote] OOC: Let the round robin continue. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - A gentleman mouse in a suit approaches Anne and Franco. "Agent Rossellini, am I to understand you and your partner were involved in a plot to kill U.N. investigators?" There was no point in trying to hide it. "Yes sir. The girls have been through enough already. I saw no point in dragging them through the mire any further. The U.N. investigators would simply be casualties of war." "If the doctors were to be on board the plane that was to take off last night, the kids would be better off if you put a bullet through their heads. It would at least save them from a painful death. They will need constant medical care from now on or else they will die. Our doctors are simply not up on this cutting edge medical technology which as we see has some serious drawbacks." "You have other plans." Anne commented almost with a question mark. "As weak as the U.N. is, we do. Of course if the IRAS pushes too hard, something will break." The IRAS agent steps closer. "Fortunately for all of us the U.N. and the SWA don't know that the two of you were involved. Let's hope your R.F. contacts don't get caught." The IRAS agent steps back and points at the 737BBJ. "The two of you have a bomb that needs to be disarmed." As Anne approached the 737BBJ, she wondered how the IRAS could have pulled this off. Her R.F. contact called from the airport last night. The U.N. investigators boarded the plane and took off. The midair explosion over the Mediterranean was all over the news and yet the plane is here in the hanger. At the IRAS branch office in Italy, the recently installed NAVI servers, loaded with Protocol 7, were hard at work materializing the wreckage of a 737BBJ. The IRAS engineer who helped to set everything up received a call on her cell phone. "Misao speaking." "Misao," the IRAS agent began as he left the hanger, "the IRAS owes you and CCC a world of thanks." "We are not out of this mess yet." Misao replied. Even with Protocol 7 technology this was quite a feat. One mouse with her hand-held NAVI was not enough. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - Problems: 1- The influence of the internet does not extend to the bottom of the sea. Divers looking for wreckage will not find any. 2- Any protocol 7 wreckage found usually gets placed into an area hanger which is far away from any techincal influences... "A No Tech" or "Zero Tech" Zone, so when they start analyzing the parts of the wreckage, it is not altered by such ouside factors. In short, it will disappear in the hanger- creating more issues and questions. 3- Wreckage is still examined in analog. Since this has no digital influences- any object placed on an analog scanner will register as zero. Even if the handlers in physcal contact of the wreckage doing the scanning may think they are dealing with something tangiable and write their fooled observations accordingly- the analog records from the devices will be zero. When other agencies get their hands on this- more questions and inquiry will be asked. In short- taking a picture of DOS with a digital and a film camera- DOS will be on the Digital camera but not on the film camera. Those viewing the film picture who are fooled by protol 7 will see DOS in the picture but those who are not will not see DOS. A simple test will be to give the fooled subject the picture flipped over so that they wont see it and when they do flip it, its upside down. When the Picture becomes visiable- everyone will be upside down, but DOS will be rightside up for a moment- causing a paradox. 4- When it is realized that the US Navy is involved in the recovery operation, questions will be asked as to how/why they send empty containers when there should have been 737BBJ wreckage inside them. This will put trouble on the captains of the fleet: Eddie, RR, Linda H., others; and their crews. 5- When it is discovered that there is an outside influence up the US Navy, it will not be long when that influence is tobe discovered and slated for elimination. This will number of the days for DOS and P-7's version of CCC. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] Problems: 1- The influence of the internet does not extend to the bottom of the sea. Divers looking for wreckage will not find any. 2- Any protocol 7 wreckage found usually gets placed into an area hanger which is far away from any techincal influences... "A No Tech" or "Zero Tech" Zone, so when they start analyzing the parts of the wreckage, it is not altered by such ouside factors. In short, it will disappear in the hanger- creating more issues and questions. 3- Wreckage is still examined in analog. Since this has no digital influences- any object placed on an analog scanner will register as zero. Even if the handlers in physcal contact of the wreckage doing the scanning may think they are dealing with something tangiable and write their fooled observations accordingly- the analog records from the devices will be zero. When other agencies get their hands on this- more questions and inquiry will be asked. In short- taking a picture of DOS with a digital and a film camera- DOS will be on the Digital camera but not on the film camera. Those viewing the film picture who are fooled by protol 7 will see DOS in the picture but those who are not will not see DOS. A simple test will be to give the fooled subject the picture flipped over so that they wont see it and when they do flip it, its upside down. When the Picture becomes visiable- everyone will be upside down, but DOS will be rightside up for a moment- causing a paradox. [\quote] Not a problem. The charade was never intended to be kept up forever. The U.N. investigators, who are supposed to be dead, know they are alive. It won't be long before others know they are alive. The illusion needs to kept just long enough for the real problem to be resolved. [quote="Fernando"] 4- When it is realized that the US Navy is involved in the recovery operation, questions will be asked as to how/why they send empty containers when there should have been 737BBJ wreckage inside them. This will put trouble on the captains of the fleet: Eddie, RR, Linda H., others; and their crews. [\quote] The U.S. Navy has no knowledge of what really happened. As far as they know, they are removing wreckage of a 737BBJ. [quote="Fernando"] 5- When it is discovered that there is an outside influence up the US Navy, it will not be long when that influence is tobe discovered and slated for elimination. [\quote] Could you clarify that. [quote="Fernando"] This will number of the days for DOS and P-7's version of CCC. [\quote] Shut Protocol 7 down? Do we need to go over again how this works? -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - (OOC: I fail to see why analogue devices should fail to measure Protocol 7. After all, a ruler or a tape measure is analog.) "Wreckage piece number 193725 now has an estimated 0.002% chance of discovery. Deleting." A small grain of dust vanished from the sea. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - Lets say Misao takes a picture of DOS sitting in a chair and gets the film developed. When Misao, or anyone else for that matter, see the photograph they will see DOS. Show the same photograph to Jessie, who is unable to perceive any Protocol 7 manifestation with any of her senses, and all she will see is a photograph of an empty chair. Show the same photograph in space and anyone who sees it will also see an empty chair. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="CCC"] (OOC: I fail to see why analogue devices should fail to measure Protocol 7. After all, a ruler or a tape measure is analog.) OOC: Measurments are based by the observer. If placing a Protocol 7 object next to a ruler, the observer will see a measurement. but if it were a set of measuring calibers from an analog robotic measuring device, the calibers would measure and record nothing. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] [quote="Fernando"] 4- When it is realized that the US Navy is involved in the recovery operation, questions will be asked as to how/why they send empty containers when there should have been 737BBJ wreckage inside them. This will put trouble on the captains of the fleet: Eddie, RR, Linda H., others; and their crews. [\quote] The U.S. Navy has no knowledge of what really happened. As far as they know, they are removing wreckage of a 737BBJ. [\quote] [quote="Fernando"] 5- When it is discovered that there is an outside influence up the US Navy, it will not be long when that influence is tobe discovered and slated for elimination. [\quote] Could you clarify that. [\quote] [quote="Fernando"] This will number of the days for DOS and P-7's version of CCC. [\quote] Shut Protocol 7 down? Do we need to go over again how this works? [\quote] The US Navy fleet involved in the recovery operation is dredging up seabed and water and filling them into recovery containers, that is to be shipped to a No-Tech High Security area for analysis. The US Navy fleet involved believed that they put in wreckage from the doomed flight. When openned, it will be discovered that the cases will be empty because of their location... An investigation will begin as to what and why it happened. Video will show navy personelle going about the recovery mission, but carrying nothing. The personnel willbe questioned. Theories will be made as to what happened, and items pointed out as the possible cause. Protocol 7 will be one of those possibilities. Once it is concluded that is Protocol 7, either A-the Military will shut the internet, or B-An Anti_Protocol 7 Virus will be sent and all known instences of the program, and have it eradicated from the servers. Any unreachable machine will be tracked down and its storage facilities destroyed. Dont let the Military fool you, they did help design the internet. -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - Why are you undermining what Arik is trying to do. All he wanted was to get Henrietta (Bink) and hopefully her friends out of the mess they were in. Is restoring the lives to five children such an evil thing to do? -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 53

Title: Re: Gunslinger Bink Post by Fernando on Dec 25th, 2007, 4:42pm Fernando - - - - - I'm not undermining anything. I'm pointing out the holes that are in the story as per what I know of such matters and the limits of laws of the amine universe at hand (CDRR, Gunslinger Girl, and Serial Lain). -------------------------------------------------- Jeanette Isabelle - - - - - There would not be any holes if the SWA were aboard the 737BBJ. I once pulled a deus ex machina in "UQ and Tam's Excellent Adventure," which I later removed, to preserve something as insignificant as the laws of physics. Something way more precious than the laws of physics is at stake here. All Misao has to do is retrieve her hand-held NAVI, contact Lain Iwakura (the original Protocol 7 manifestation) and Bink will be safe with her mom and step dad in Italy. If you don't believe the created is more powerful than the creator, watch Serial Experiments Lain. Please, don't put me in a position where I have to use a deus ex machina. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Jeanette, go ahead and have Misao call Lain. Everybody already knows you care more about the characters than the story. After you do that there is one more post I want to contribute before we stick a fork in it and call it done. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="Jeanette Isabelle"] There would not be any holes if the SWA were aboard the 737BBJ. I once pulled a deus ex machina in "UQ and Tam's Excellent Adventure," which I later removed, to preserve something as insignificant as the laws of physics. Something way more precious than the laws of physics is at stake here. All Misao has to do is retrieve her hand-held NAVI, contact Lain Iwakura (the original Protocol 7 manifestation) and Bink will be safe with her mom and step dad in Italy. If you don't believe the created is more powerful than the creator, watch Serial Experiments Lain. Please, don't put me in a position where I have to use a deus ex machina. [\quote] You have pulled a Deus Ex machina many times, at least one per topic thread, but thats not why I'm here. A creation is more powerful that its creator in the sole purpose in what the creation was created for. If such a creation goes beyond its intended purpose, and starts to go against the creator, then the creation is to be stopped and if neccessary- destroyed. Ever read Mary Shelly's 'Frantenstein'? I recommend it, personally. Now this story, as many see it, ended at the point where the 737BBJ Blew up. There were a few loose strings, but much of those were dealt with in the follow up posts. Though Bink was reunited with her sister, they were not returned home for the stated reasons. Eventaully they would return home, but not until Tammy learns how to defend herself against those who would want Bink and Bink more in control of herself and her abilities. This would have happened in GsB II or GsB III. GsB II is slated for Deletion and its been moved over to Hondo's Forum where it continues. If you read it, you would see where it is going, and what it was intended to be- very interactive and more personal. It is where Tammy is going a lot of growing up where she is going to be Bink's handler and most importantly Bink's older sister and 'mother'. If you two want to continue it, thats fine on you two. My interaction with the thread and as I see it, the story ended when I teleported off the Enterprize using the Time Machine Laptop. The story continues from my point of view in GsB II. But if you want Bink to live a life of a lie using protocol 7 versions of her killed-off parents, thats on you two. I think that would be a crime if you were to do that to Tammy and Bink. I did what I could here for the story. The invitation is still open, for at least you to read GsB II and see where it is going. And remember, Bink/Henrietta has some emotional issues needing to be addressed, and that is being touched upon now. Writing for the sake of the chararcters is not a story. Writing characters and their interactions with one another is a story, even if characters have to die. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote] The US Navy fleet involved in the recovery operation is dredging up seabed and water and filling them into recovery containers, that is to be shipped to a No-Tech High Security area for analysis. The US Navy fleet involved believed that they put in wreckage from the doomed flight. When openned, it will be discovered that the cases will be empty because of their location... [\quote] Why, exactly, would the wreckage be sent to a no-tech security area? Why not to a high-tech security area, where they can do more complex and thorough analysis? (And anyhow, what is the maximum range for Protocol 7? It's certainly more than a metre or two) [quote] An investigation will begin as to what and why it happened. Video will show navy personelle going about the recovery mission, but carrying nothing. The personnel willbe questioned. Theories will be made as to what happened, and items pointed out as the possible cause. [\quote] Only if they take the wreckage into a techless area to start with, and I see no reason to do that unless they already know that Protocol 7 is in use. [quote] Protocol 7 will be one of those possibilities. Once it is concluded that is Protocol 7, either A-the Military will shut the internet, or B-An Anti_Protocol 7 Virus will be sent and all known instences of the program, and have it eradicated from the servers. Any unreachable machine will be tracked down and its storage facilities destroyed. Dont let the Military fool you, they did help design the internet. [\quote] If someone blows up a car, do the military destroy all cars in existance? So why should a blown up Protocol 7 plane make the military even want to destroy Protocol 7? As to means; the Internet was designed by the military to survive (an atomic attack if necessary). It will not be simple to shut down. And if they try to release an anti-Protocol 7 virus... well, the reason that the AI is so naive outside the internet is that it grew up inside the internet. A few minute's thought there will show that such a virus is going to run directly into what can be described as a learning, intelligent piece of antiviral software that quite probably knows more about software than any individual. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="CCC"] [quote] The US Navy fleet involved in the recovery operation is dredging up seabed and water and filling them into recovery containers, that is to be shipped to a No-Tech High Security area for analysis. The US Navy fleet involved believed that they put in wreckage from the doomed flight. When openned, it will be discovered that the cases will be empty because of their location... [\quote] Why, exactly, would the wreckage be sent to a no-tech security area? Why not to a high-tech security area, where they can do more complex and thorough analysis? (And anyhow, what is the maximum range for Protocol 7? It's certainly more than a metre or two) [\quote] {This is where my hobby of studying plane crashes and their causes become useful...} Such wreckage is taken to high security No-Tech zones as to not further contaminate what is found with radio or electromagnetic radiation. Certain devices on the plane are sensitive to radio & electromagnetic discharges, and as it is shown in the past, has caused a couple of accidents. No Tech Zones are used to further prevent this. The field generated by a protocol 7 item is more than enough to really contaminate the wreckage in question. [quote="CCC"] [quote] An investigation will begin as to what and why it happened. Video will show navy personelle going about the recovery mission, but carrying nothing. The personnel willbe questioned. Theories will be made as to what happened, and items pointed out as the possible cause. [\quote] Only if they take the wreckage into a techless area to start with, and I see no reason to do that unless they already know that Protocol 7 is in use. [\quote] See above. [quote="CCC"] [quote] Protocol 7 will be one of those possibilities. Once it is concluded that is Protocol 7, either A-the Military will shut the internet, or B-An Anti_Protocol 7 Virus will be sent and all known instences of the program, and have it eradicated from the servers. Any unreachable machine will be tracked down and its storage facilities destroyed. Dont let the Military fool you, they did help design the internet. [\quote] If someone blows up a car, do the military destroy all cars in existance? So why should a blown up Protocol 7 plane make the military even want to destroy Protocol 7? As to means; the Internet was designed by the military to survive (an atomic attack if necessary). It will not be simple to shut down. And if they try to release an anti-Protocol 7 virus... well, the reason that the AI is so naive outside the internet is that it grew up inside the internet. A few minute's thought there will show that such a virus is going to run directly into what can be described as a learning, intelligent piece of antiviral software that quite probably knows more about software than any individual. [\quote] The military takes care of its own. If the commanding brass finds out that there was an outside influence that has manipulated the activity of its actions, no matter how benevolent or peaceful, then it will find that influence as a threat to itself. As a threat, it has to be dealt with, contained and if need be- elminated. Now, there are ways to deal and eliminate Protocol 7, and as such much of university studies are tied to military research. The military knows about Protocol 7 and until now has deemed it to be harmless. Now that it has influenced the militiary into a false action (recovery of a plane that does not exist), once they find out that it was a Protocol 7 manifestation, will go straight to the source and deal with it there. As in the past, any resistance to this will be met with deadly force. Protocol 7 can be reinstalled and restarted- its creator cant. This is not the military operates- you can ask anyone you know in the service about this and they will tell you the samething. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Fernando is right in that pulling off a fake mid air explosion was a bad idea. However that is not what's bugging me right now. Fernando, if you have ever seen Serial Experiments Lain you would know that Lain Iwakura became more powerful than her creator Eiri Masami. Since Jeanette wrote that Misao worked under Eiri, would she then be Victor Frankenstein's lackey Igor? Jeanette also wrote that Misao was the only kid from the Kensington Experiment who was able to return to the real world. Because of what she learned from that experience, Misao has the potential to be as powerful as Lain. I have no idea why she isn't. Misao has already been labeled as a character who is too powerful. Jeanette might as well make it true. The reason why Lain has became so powerful is because she has ascended beyond the limits of the Internet and became a god-like character, no longer needing the Internet to exist. That was how she was able to hit the big rewind button and stopped two people from dying. Fernando, I was the one who told Dr. Indy that "Gunslinger Bink II" got too violent. Does a person have to shoot someone to grow up? If that were true the population would be cut in half. When I started working on "Gunslinger Bink," I removed all the violence I could from Gunslinger Girl. When Henrietta went on that rampage, she killed five people. When Bink went on that same rampage she knocked one person out cold and killed the remaining four. I also removed the mess with Elsa which was probably the most violent part of Gunslinger Girl. There are other examples where I tried to remove all of the unnecessary violence that I could. What is bugging me is it took two people, who were constantly bickering, that turned this story into the mess that it is. Fernando, when Jeanette talked about pulling a deus ex machina, she wasn't talking about creating manifestations of Bink's parents. You would have to see Serial Experiments Lain to understand. Basically if Misao called Lain, she would be rewriting history and she would be doing so without a time travel laptop. I have a problem with that because if that happened, this is how the story would end: [quote="DOS & Arik"] At a national hospital in Italy, a gentleman mouse with dark hair wearing a white shirt and tie is sitting on a couch in a hallway with a window facing the outside behind him. His eyes are facing the floor. Another gentleman mouse with blond hair dressed similarly approaches. "Brother. . . . You planning on visiting every hospital in Italy?" "No, I'm not." The mouse sitting on the couch responds, "Why does it have to be children? These kids have been through enough already." "It's the agency's call." The blond mouse answers, "The physical alterations, the the special forces training. . . . All the conditioning seems to take much better, the younger the subject." A doctor leads the two mice to a room where a sedated, ten-year-old mouse with long red hair is seen, hooked up to machines in the adjoining room through a glass window. "This is the work of the Social Welfare Agency, isn't it?" The doctor asks, seemingly unaware of what the Social Welfare Agency really does. "Yes." The blond mouse answered as he walked with the doctor while the mouse with the dark hair leaned against the wall by the door, seeming to be uncomfortable about being there. "Our government's created quite an impressive organization. To see it actively aiding the seriously injured, I mean, I never thought they'd follow through." The doctor continues. "Dr. Masi, we came because we have heard that your facility is housing a very seriously injured girl." The blond mouse says. "Yes." Dr. Masi answers, "It was tragic. She's in desperate need of your help. Last week, her parents were killed. But the monsters kept her alive. Throughout the night, the poor girl was attacked. And all the while, her parents' bodies lay sprawled, lifeless, around her. She's confided in us thoughts of suicide." Later, the redheaded mouse remains in bed but now in a simple room with no machines to monitor her vital signs. Her long red hair is now short. The mouse with the dark hair, and a lady chipmunk from section two, are in an adjoining room with a one way window between them and the redheaded mouse. The chipmunk is sitting at a computer, "Once Henrietta gets used to the facility, we'll move her in to room with Rico." The chipmunk turns to the window and sees that Henrietta is sitting up, "Henrietta is awake." [\quote] One of the problems with this is I don't think Lain would undo everything knowing that in the end, Henrietta would just end up taking Bink's place. Jeanette, if you insist on bringing Lain into this, have her bring down the SWA the same way she brought down the Knights. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] Fernando is right in that pulling off a fake mid air explosion was a bad idea. However that is not what's bugging me right now. Fernando, if you have ever seen Serial Experiments Lain you would know that Lain Iwakura became more powerful than her creator Eiri Masami. Since Jeanette wrote that Misao worked under Eiri, would she then be Victor Frankenstein's lackey Igor? Jeanette also wrote that Misao was the only kid from the Kensington Experiment who was able to return to the real world. Because of what she learned from that experience, Misao has the potential to be as powerful as Lain. I have no idea why she isn't. Misao has already been labeled as a character who is too powerful. Jeanette might as well make it true. The reason why Lain has became so powerful is because she has ascended beyond the limits of the Internet and became a god-like character, no longer needing the Internet to exist. That was how she was able to hit the big rewind button and stopped two people from dying. Fernando, I was the one who told Dr. Indy that "Gunslinger Bink II" got too violent. Does a person have to shoot someone to grow up? If that were true the population would be cut in half. When I started working on "Gunslinger Bink," I removed all the violence I could from Gunslinger Girl. When Henrietta went on that rampage, she killed five people. When Bink went on that same rampage she knocked one person out cold and killed the remaining four. I also removed the mess with Elsa which was probably the most violent part of Gunslinger Girl. There are other examples where I tried to remove all of the unnecessary violence that I could. What is bugging me is it took two people, who were constantly bickering, that turned this story into the mess that it is. Fernando, when Jeanette talked about pulling a deus ex machina, she wasn't talking about creating manifestations of Bink's parents. You would have to see Serial Experiments Lain to understand. Basically if Misao called Lain, she would be rewriting history and she would be doing so without a time travel laptop. I have a problem with that because if that happened, this is how the story would end: [\quote] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- One of the problems with this is I don't think Lain would undo everything knowing that in the end, Henrietta would just end up taking Bink's place. Jeanette, if you insist on bringing Lain into this, have her bring down the SWA the same way she brought down the Knights. I have no arguements with this... I am, however, fed up with whats going on. This story has went through several rough spots because we all had to accommodate 1 person here, the same who has to be accommodated in almost every round robin thread she has put herself in. But somehow, it managed to go to a completion that surprized everyone in that is solved the key componant: Joining Tammy and Bink together. Funny- even you agreed with it: [quote="DOS & Arik"] [quote="Fernando"] Note: You guys still have a huge clean up to do and go home to the cafe. My job here is done. Tammy needs to be sent to the SWA with Bink. Admiral Donelly needs to be dealt with. The wreckage needs to be cleaned up and sorted through. Midnight to be picked up from where ever he is in. Rangers sent home. ... .. . etc. [\quote] First of all, way to go Fernando! Seriously that was an impressive finish. I liked it so much I wanted that to be the ending of the story. However, it has been brought to my attention that there is some unfinished business which needs to be finished. Well, let me sort through all this so I can get an idea of where we are. By the way, the next time I get the brilliant idea to start another round robin, could someone please remind me of GsB. This was way more than what I thought it would be. [\quote] There were to be a few minor posts to do to clean it up, but that was it. I expected GsB II and any other GsB series to continue the story to some conclusion of the series. The events in GsB II is for further character development of Bink and Tammy. Tammy can not go through living such a life where she and her partner Bink kills criminals for the government, and have only Bink do the killing. If you noticed in the GsG Series, Lauro never got his hands dirty in the missions that involved him and his cyborg Elsa- he had others pull the trigger for him and look where it took him and by whom. But I wanted that Tammy to be able to do what has to be done in order to defend herself. I dont want her to outright dilerately take a life on her own free will or emotional outburst, but I do when she has no choice when in saving herself and perhaps others. There is difference. And I wanted Tammy to know that difference. If you want to tie up loose end here, thats on you. I would suggest that you do read GsB II on Hondo's forum to see what happened; although I have to say that mixing Anime Genres at this point is just going to ruin it. DOS and CCC done their jobs well in this story. Jeanette did a good job too reguardless of the issues we have had in disagreement. All I care to see is this story to end: -The Rangers and those involved get a presidential commendation and other awards. -I'm dead as far as the public eye can see. -The SWA will have their issues and battles with everyone in one form or another. -Jeanette can run the ambulance corp at the cafe, and between the transformigerizer gun and her version of the Time Travelling Laptop, she can do as she wishes. -And with the execption of Tammy and Bink being in Italy, everything is back to normal. But as for shutting down GsB II, I already knew the details. This is not my forum, so I have no voice in the decisions made here. I can state my points, but thats it. At least I was given a chance to move it. But GsB II does not have no more violence than at least 1/3 the posts here, including GsB, X02, The Poke Series and everything else. As such everything will be reviewed and anything in content voilation will be deleted. Again, this is not in question in my mind. It is their forum. So what is done, is done. Que Sera, sera... Do what you think takes to end this here, not drag it around like a legless dog on a leash named Cigarette. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Fernando, you know Jeanette and me more than anyone in this forum as as close as she and I are, we don't always agree. That said, it is in my opinion that Jeanette had a hand in messing up this story and it is also in my opinion that she was not the only one. When you wrote what I thought was an an ending to all this I was glad. Do you want to know why? It was because this entire mess was over. It was not the ending that I wanted but thank God it was over. Later Jeanette encouraged me to restart it so it would end the way I wanted it to end to begin with. Well, guess what, two of my friends started bickering with each other again. If Dr. Indy is going to delete this thread I would probably send him a thank you card. You already know why I don't like GsB II so I won't get into that again. However there is something that I want to know, you said that GsB II is not any more violent than at least 1/3 of this story. What part of GsB do you consider that violent, what I wrote or some other part of the story? As I already said, I tried to take out as much of the violence as I possibly could. Even though Gunslinger Girl is only a story, I started GsB because in a way I wanted to correct an injustice and in my opinion it only got worse. Not only is Henrietta still in the same mess but her sister got dragged into it as well. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] You already know why I don't like GsB II so I won't get into that again. However there is something that I want to know, you said that GsB II is not any more violent than at least 1/3 of this story. What part of GsB do you consider that violent, what I wrote or some other part of the story? [\quote] I think you misunderstood. GsB II is no violent than 1/3 of the round robin threads in this Story Board forum. Of those, include GsB and the others mentioned. It is as a whole and not selective parts. If GsB II as a whole is to be deleted for a few violent posts, and not the individual posts themselves, then the other story threads have to undergoing the same ordeal: total deletion due to a few questionable posts. This is all a moot point for me, has been for quite a while. -------------------------------------------------- CCC - - - - - [quote="Fernando"] [quote="CCC"] Why, exactly, would the wreckage be sent to a no-tech security area? Why not to a high-tech security area, where they can do more complex and thorough analysis? (And anyhow, what is the maximum range for Protocol 7? It's certainly more than a metre or two) [\quote] {This is where my hobby of studying plane crashes and their causes become useful...} Such wreckage is taken to high security No-Tech zones as to not further contaminate what is found with radio or electromagnetic radiation. Certain devices on the plane are sensitive to radio & electromagnetic discharges, and as it is shown in the past, has caused a couple of accidents. No Tech Zones are used to further prevent this. The field generated by a protocol 7 item is more than enough to really contaminate the wreckage in question. [\quote] Ah, I see; that makes sense. [quote="Fernando"] [quote="CCC"] [quote] Protocol 7 will be one of those possibilities. Once it is concluded that is Protocol 7, either A-the Military will shut the internet, or B-An Anti_Protocol 7 Virus will be sent and all known instences of the program, and have it eradicated from the servers. Any unreachable machine will be tracked down and its storage facilities destroyed. Dont let the Military fool you, they did help design the internet. [\quote] If someone blows up a car, do the military destroy all cars in existance? So why should a blown up Protocol 7 plane make the military even want to destroy Protocol 7? [\quote] As to means; the Internet was designed by the military to survive (an atomic attack if necessary). It will not be simple to shut down. And if they try to release an anti-Protocol 7 virus... well, the reason that the AI is so naive outside the internet is that it grew up inside the internet. A few minute's thought there will show that such a virus is going to run directly into what can be described as a learning, intelligent piece of antiviral software that quite probably knows more about software than any individual. The military takes care of its own. If the commanding brass finds out that there was an outside influence that has manipulated the activity of its actions, no matter how benevolent or peaceful, then it will find that influence as a threat to itself. As a threat, it has to be dealt with, contained and if need be- elminated. Now, there are ways to deal and eliminate Protocol 7, and as such much of university studies are tied to military research. The military knows about Protocol 7 and until now has deemed it to be harmless. Now that it has influenced the militiary into a false action (recovery of a plane that does not exist), once they find out that it was a Protocol 7 manifestation, will go straight to the source and deal with it there. As in the past, any resistance to this will be met with deadly force. Protocol 7 can be reinstalled and restarted- its creator cant. This is not the military operates- you can ask anyone you know in the service about this and they will tell you the samething. [\quote] It still seems like overkill to me; equivalent to shutting down the telephone network of a country because someone phoned in a (false) bomb threat. I have no idea where that would end up; possible endings include the destruction of the Internet, the death of the AI, the invention of a short-range Protocol 7 jammer, and the extinction of all life on Earth. (The last is not probable, but it is possible). Either way, it would be interesting to see where the situation ends up. -------------------------------------------------- DOS & Arik - - - - - Once again this is my opinion. GsB II did not start off all that violent. It was not until you drove into the bad part of town that I had any problem with it. If only that part was removed then I would not have any problem with the story. However I can understand you wanting to move the story rather than changing it. You said that GsB II is no more violent than X-02. The only part of X-02 that I think got real violent is the sword fight scene and perhaps the reason why I don't have a problem with that is because only the Japanese mafia got killed. If X-02 is targeted, then take out the sword fighting, problem solved. Getting back to Protocol 7, I don't see how you can create a no tech zone. Protocol 7 uses the Schumann Resonance to tap into the central nervous system and the Schumann Resonance covers the entire earth. You could possibly create a local area Jammer to block the Schumann Resonance. It is because of the Schumann Resonance that I have a problem with using Protocol 7 in space. However I guess it is possible to create a Schumann Resonance field around a ship, that should take care of that problem. CCC, if you haven't seen Serial Experiments Lain already, I strongly suggest you watch it since you use Protocol 7 so much. Jeanette came up with a different theory as to how Protocol 7 works which to me makes more sense. Do you remember earlier when I talked about Protocol 7 matter and real matter? Jeanette's theory throws my theory out the window. She says everything created by Protocol 7 is an illusion and that there is no such thing as "Protocol 7 matter." Jeanette explains a lot in this post: viewtopic.php?f=3&t=17473&st=0&sk=t&sd=a&start=540#p258527 I'll give you another example. Suppose someone is stranded outside in extremely cold temperatures and they had the means to create a Protocol 7 manifestation of a camp fire. That person would end up dying of hypothermia even though that person "feels" warm. After you watch Serial Experiments Lain you may even come up with another theory. -------------------------------------------------- Fernando - - - - - [quote="DOS & Arik"] Once again this is my opinion. GsB II did not start off all that violent. It was not until you drove into the bad part of town that I had any problem with it. If only that part was removed then I would not have any problem with the story. However I can understand you wanting to move the story rather than changing it. You said that GsB II is no more violent than X-02. The only part of X-02 that I think got real violent is the sword fight scene and perhaps the reason why I don't have a problem with that is because only the Japanese mafia got killed. If X-02 is targeted, then take out the sword fighting, problem solved. [\quote] Regardless of how you feel about, the administration is taking it a step further. It is not like the admins of this forum came to me and said, "Fernando- we're getting a lot of complaints and protests about such and such posts on GsB II. We would like you to change it to ease their minds." No, instead, I got, "Due the number of complaints being generated by the GsB II Story thread, we decided that it is to be deleted. We have reviewed it and have came up with that decision..." My response to that was, "Lock the story thread and give me time to move it to another place." I also added, in agreeing with their decision, "If GsB II went under such a review and was deemed to be deleted, so should the entire Story Board Forum, because nearly one third of the stories there are as vicious or more than GsB II." They agreed but argued that it would be a daunting task. They made RR-23 a Story Board Mod (which I protested for different reasons) in order to fullfill this task. I offered, and I have heard that others have offered as well, an idea of openning up a slightly more mature area where stories like GsB/GsB II can reside in peace and without interfereing with the rest of the forum. Since I run/manage other boards, I explained how it can be done. It was refused because this is a Rated G/PG site and not a PG-13 or R-17 site. This is not in dispute, this is their forum and I am just a lowly member in it; In fact, as explained, I agree with it. So, for the 3rd time, this point to me is moot. [quote="DOS & Arik"] Getting back to Protocol 7, I don't see how you can create a no tech zone. Protocol 7 uses the Schumann Resonance to tap into the central nervous system and the Schumann Resonance covers the entire earth. You could possibly create a local area Jammer to block the Schumann Resonance. It is because of the Schumann Resonance that I have a problem with using Protocol 7 in space. However I guess it is possible to create a Schumann Resonance field around a ship, that should take care of that problem. CCC, if you haven't seen Serial Experiments Lain already, I strongly suggest you watch it since you use Protocol 7 so much. Jeanette came up with a different theory as to how Protocol 7 works which to me makes more sense. Do you remember earlier when I talked about Protocol 7 matter and real matter? Jeanette's theory throws my theory out the window. She says everything created by Protocol 7 is an illusion and that there is no such thing as "Protocol 7 matter." Jeanette explains a lot in this post: viewtopic.php?f=3&t=17473&st=0&sk=t&sd=a&start=540#p258527 I'll give you another example. Suppose someone is stranded outside in extremely cold temperatures and they had the means to create a Protocol 7 manifestation of a camp fire. That person would end up dying of hypothermia even though that person "feels" warm. After you watch Serial Experiments Lain you may even come up with another theory. [\quote] Reguardless of how it works, The military and various government agencies who are aware of it have created areas where Protocol 7 can not manifest. Also in various places around the planet, there are natural areas where Protocol 7 can not manifest. The Military also use these ares to their advantage. These are the same areas where compasses go awry, birds get lost, and certain devices do not work. Most importantly, such feilds do not work well underwater, and at places wont work at all. Nor will Protocol 7 work on/against somebody who is on a psychotrpoic medication or illegal drug or somebody had has been conditioned to them. It will not work on those who are marital arts and yoga experts and certain gifted people. LSD/Ergot, Thorzaine and several others fall into this category. Nitpicking details, Protocol 7 will not work on them, the cyborg girls, and technically on me though we have allowed it. The reason being that the nervous system can be controlled by them voluntarily (through training) or involuntarily (through a chemical). Again, its all a moot point to me. But as per discussion with Jeanette last night (010208) at the chatroom, I explained what has happened in the continuation of GsB II at its new location. If you two were to have went to it and read it, you two would have known various details of the plane in question and what happened to the UN Investgators, and what has happened to Tammy since. From that, this story can come to a peaceful resolution. It is not whether Tammy and Bink can ever return to the Cafe, one day they can and they will, but that day is not now. Perhaps it will happen at the end of GsB II or midway into GsB III. Characters and their connections to each other and the story are still being developed in GsB II, since I want it to be a bit more interactive and developmental in their growth. Tammy becoming an adult and Bink a teenager- that is going to take a lot to do. All I ask is that you read it, and if you want to join, you are welcomed too. But all I ask is in that is for everyone to remain focused on 'the mission' and not go out on mini-missions of their own. Clues and and tools will be provided. The rest is taking this story and eventually this series to some conclusion. Until we are going to have fun with it. The major problem I see with you creating a 'Henrietta' to end GsB is that you and/or Jeanette killed off Jose. She can not be who and what she is without him. -------------------------------------------------- Dr. Indy - - - - - [quote] Fernando said: I am, however, fed up with what's going on. [\quote] Well, that makes two of us. This bickering doesn't belong on the Cafe--if you have problems, settle them in private or someplace else. This thread is locked as of now and will be deleted in exactly one week. Since Gunslinger Bink II has been moved to a new forum it will be deleted immediately. The other round robins are still under evaluation, as it's taken time for us to get back together from the holidays. It's the place of the moderators, and nobody else, to decide what stays and what goes. All discussion on such matters should take place privately. -------------------------------------------------- -End Page 54 Last Offical Post of GsB on the Cafe.

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