Sinclair
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I have my 'first aid' kit just in case... plus Gadget can help me if need arises.
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DOS & Arik
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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.
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Fernando
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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.
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Arik & DOS
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[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
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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
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Charles_Roberts
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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
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Severe Weather Eddie
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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 [url=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.)]Seawolf class attack submarine[/url] 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.)
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Hondo I. Sackett
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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.
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Fernando
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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
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Hondo I. Sackett
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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?
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DOS & Arik
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[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?
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Good question. It's in Northern Italy around Lombardy, Veneto, and Piemonte.
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Severe Weather Eddie
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[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?
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Good question. It's in Northern Italy around Lombardy, Veneto, and Piemonte.
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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.)
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Charles_Roberts
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Alex II: I see well I be taking my PSP too for boardume on the Plane
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CCC
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Alex II: I see well I be taking my PSP too for boardume on the Plane
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Hondo I. Sackett
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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
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Fernando
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[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?
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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!
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Fernando
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[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.
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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.
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Hondo I. Sackett
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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.
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Sinclair
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Right so I'll have to leave this... [puts the Rheinmetall M1 railgun aside]
Now I'm ready.
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Fernando
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*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*
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Hondo I. Sackett
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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.
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Sinclair
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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.
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DOS & Arik
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[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.
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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.
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Fernando
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[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.
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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.
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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', 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.
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Hondo I. Sackett
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taking off is easy, and landing is easy. staying in one piece when landing, well, if every one lives, that is a luxury.
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RangerReady23
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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."
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Fernando
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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.
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Charles_Roberts
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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
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Hondo I. Sackett
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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
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Fernando
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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.
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Hondo I. Sackett
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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.*
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DOS & Arik
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[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.*
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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.
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Fernando
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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...
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Midnight Man
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[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."
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'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.
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Hondo I. Sackett
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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'!!!
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Fernando
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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...
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Hondo I. Sackett
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now your stuck with me!
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Hondo I. Sackett
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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.  
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Fernando
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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.
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DOS & Arik
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[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.
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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.
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Jeanette Isabelle
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[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...
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I am almost afraid to ask. What was our pitch during this transaction?
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Jeanette Isabelle
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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."  
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Fernando
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[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...
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I am almost afraid to ask. What was our pitch during this transaction?
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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
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Sinclair
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[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]
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Fernando
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[quote="Jeanette Isabelle"]
I am almost afraid to ask. What was our pitch during this transaction?
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Thats about right...
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Hondo I. Sackett
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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.
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Fernando
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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.
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Sinclair
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ETA Milan 3h20'
Despite heavy traffic, Heathrow middlelanding didn't pose any problems. ATC seemed to be expecting him.
<<Someone has informed them of my arrival... and it wasn't me. I'll have to talk to Fernando about this.>>
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."
<<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"]
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Severe Weather Eddie
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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.)
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Charles_Roberts
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*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*
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DOS & Arik
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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.
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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?
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[quote="DOS & Arik"]
OOC: Does anyone know what type of cell phone would be hard to trace?
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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.
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[quote="CCC"]
 [quote="DOS & Arik"]
 OOC: Does anyone know what type of cell phone would be hard to trace?
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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.
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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.
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OOC: A satellite phone or something else of that nature?
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[quote="DOS & Arik"]
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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.
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In that case I'll just use a regular cell phone.
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[quote="DOS & Arik"]
In that case I'll just use a regular cell phone.
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lol!
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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.
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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.
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[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?
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[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?
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[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.
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Right. I don't know if that goes for the co-pilot as well. If so, DOS will be with you at all times.
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[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
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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.
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[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
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The chip was deactivated. Otherwise it would kick in everyday exactly at 1700 hours.
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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.
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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).
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[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).
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If they are integrated, I'll do my best to merge them flawlessly.
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[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).
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If they are integrated, I'll do my best to merge them flawlessly.
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Already thought about that... it might be hard, but I'll also do my best.
Now let's return to the story.
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OOOC: SORRy about that Airk I got Mix up ops:
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[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?
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[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.
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[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
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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.
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OOC: Just a reminder, Tammy does know the location of the SWA.
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[quote="DOS & Arik"]
OOC: Just a reminder, Tammy does know the location of the SWA.
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[OCC]
Is Tammy with us?
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Yes. Do you remember the headcount I did earlier?
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[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
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Yes. Do you remember the headcount I did earlier?
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I think I'll go back to sleep under the chair...
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