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 omelet on a bagels as Hondo just takes a cheese omelet on a rolls. It was brown-bagged for them. Fernando takes the biggest container of coffee, and takes it with him with some plastic-ware 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.
 
The AI bat had been waiting for Fernando on the deck.
 
CCC: I understand you are weakened by loss of blood.
 
Fernando: That's not going to stop me.
 
CCC: 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.
 
 Fernando grumbles as he puts it on then walks away from the bat without saying another word.
 
 Both Fernando and Hondo walk over to the copter 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.  
 
 As they fly to Naples, Italy, Fernando pulls out his laptop and start access the satellite network 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 won't.
 
 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. Fernando 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 an' see this.
 
 Fernando looks at it.
 
Fernando: Lets go, Hondo. You seen nothing.
 
Hondo: What do you mean I seen nothin'?
 
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 leavin' until this is explained to me.
 
Fernando: You want answers? Yes, it's a bomb. Yes, I was expecting it to be there. No, we won't 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 goin'?
 
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 impromptu 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 prisoners.
 
Fernando: I see. You did not check your email then.
 
UN Investigator: I did. I don't 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 don't threaten. Tomorrow 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 pornography 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 tomorrow at 8pm?
 
The UN Investigator gulps before answering.
 
UN Investigator: I have people to answer too.
 
Fernando: Don't 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- Tomorrow, 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: Let's go to a hospital, switch ambulances and full up on some supplies before we go to Naples.
 
Hondo: Will do Boss Squirrel Man.  
 
 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 limousine 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,  
Fernando: 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, opening 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 special 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 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 an' lack of good sleep was showin' on all. Like when he pulled a gun on Fernando. Yes, the bomb surprised him an' 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.  
 
A fter 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?
 
 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, Tomorrow 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 American 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 Styer 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 intrigued by the revolvers, thinking that no one uses them on the field 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 hesitates 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.
 
 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.  
 
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 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, an' the fact that he was still alive proved that they worked.  
 
 After a while Fernando 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.
 
 
 
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
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 A couple hours later Fernando finishes writing his final report for the UN Investigator for his supervisors:
 
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.
 
After a while, Hondo suggests a late lunch before they start to prepare for 'tonight's date.'  
 
 Hondo saw a small diner like place on the way in, an' 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 an' the food, but that was it. When they returned Hondo re-cleaned his guns an' dressed into his black clothes for the evenin's events. Talk was kept to a minimum, an' 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, an' they traded off after an hour so they each had some rest before the night.  
 
 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.
 
Hondo: Ya know, those girls are too special to just waste as mechanical warriors.
 
 Hondo's adressin' Marco brought him to somewhat, but he still looked out the window he had been starin' out.
 
Marco: I know. All too well.
 
Hondo: Angelica was special to you, eh?
 
Marco: Yes, more than you can ever know.
 
Hondo: Well, I don't know 'bout that. I have grow attached to then as of recent. I was just missin' them right now. You know, Bink talks 'bout how much you mean to Ange. Can you show it to her?
 
Marco: She will just forget.
 
Hondo: 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 you told her, had somethin' to do with royal spaghetti.
 
 Marco's head snapped to look at Hondo when he said that last thing.
 
Marco: Pasta Prince?
 
Hondo: yeah, that was it. Your creation, right? At least that is what she told me.
 
Marco wondered out loud as he look at the ceilin'.
 
Marco: Can it be?
 
Hondo: It may have happened sooner if you had treated her better. If she didn't care as much as she did an' wasn't so selfless, you could have had another Elsa incident!
 
Marco: What do you know about Elsa? How did you even hear that name?
 
Hondo: Claes an' Triela told me. They know more 'bout what's goin' on than y'all give them credit for.
 
Marco: They talk to you that much?
 
Hondo: Yes.
 
Marco: why?
 
Hondo: I don't know, maybe it has somethin' to do with showin' them I care for them, trust them an' understand they are still little girls that need love, some kind words, an' someone to look up to that will meet those needs instead of treatin' them like a simple tool, such as a hammer, that you can pick up an' use, but requires no attention until you need it next!
 
Marco: You don't like me, do you?
 
Hondo: After what you have done to poor Ange? I don't trust you at all, an' have no reason to like you. I have no clue what Fernando has in store for us, but I know Ange would like to see you again.
 
Marco: I want too see her. . . and apologize 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 an' stay faithful to the cause that the trainer has put forth to do.
 
Hondo: 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 an' 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 an' better rescue operatives, which is our specialty,believe it or not.
 
Marco: 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 nothing left here.
 
Hondo: With Claes' book knowledge, Triela's language knowledge, with all their music abilities, an' such, well have the best undercover world wide rescue group ever.
 
Marco: Yes, this is true.
 

Hondo leaned against the deck railin' deep in thought latter that day. Much needed to be done an' he wasn't sure how to go about all of it. He had spent most of the day so far preparin' plans an' meetin' with many of the team members an' the rescued SWA folks to arrange plans. For as much as Hondo an' Fernando had become friends through this mission, Hondo was now cursin' him under his breath for leavin'.  
 
Hondo (under his breath): Dang-gum that squirrel!
 
Familiar Voice behind him: Why now?
 
Hondo turned slightly to see who it was. It was Jeanette. 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 an' did a good job at it.
 
Hondo growled: 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!
 
Jeanette: Fernando did what he thinks is best, no matter if I didn't agree with it.
 
Hondo: I know he did what he thought best, but I think he could have done it differently.
 
Jeanette: I know.
 
Hondo: Well, just make sure the girls an' their handlers are taken care of. 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, an' have to prepare for Midnight comin' in. Boy is The Captain gonna love this! The bomb plane returns! sounds like a cheap B movie!!
 
Jeanette: 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.
 
Hondo: You do that.
 
As she left Hondo scowled a bit as he thought
 
Hondo (thinkin'): Now off to talk to Captain Ready an' W.I. Rose, to let them know, then I've got to make sure Tammy goes with the group an' I still have to get them there! What a day!
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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.
 
Anne: What?
 
Mouse: The SWA is not on board. Only the U.N. investigators boarded the plane and it's getting into position for take off.
 
Anne: How could our organization allow this to happen? Do we know where they are?
 
Mouse: 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.  
 
Franco: Dude! This is so messed up.
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 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. About 8:00 that night Midnight got his orders to return.
 
 
 He almost thought it was a wonder that he made it back to the USS Enterprise when he finally touched down, in 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.  
 
Hondo: Midnight, you've got some nerve... You know who she is?
 
Midnight: I know who she is, but she changed sides. She begged me to take her with me and offered us her help.
 
 Rebecca nodded.
 
Hondo: I guess we can use a little insider help, 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.
 
Hondo: Don't worry, there's little she can do here an' get away with.
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 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 an' 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 an' a few crew members unloaded the explosives out of the souped up WWII war-bird. 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 foldaway copter an' haul it onto the ship. Hondo ate supper right after his return, cleaned his guns an' then stowed his copters below. After that he had the war-bird put in the repair hanger below deck an' went to work on a long range hydrogen system w/ nos like his copter had(just in case it was needed for that). After he finished he 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. It took Hondo a while to get much done, though as he was bombarded with questions. He answered them as well as he could without givin' too much information.  
 
 Hondo figure he could help if needed, but his part of this mission was complete. Only thing now was to stay out of sight an' keep alive until the mess could be cleared up with the CIA.  On the trip back Hondo spent most of his time workin' through the nights on the copter an' such, sleepin' in the piolets seat or fallin' asleep under the machine he was workin' on, not because they had to be fixed in a hurry, but because he wanted to be left alone for the moment, clear his head, an' stay out of the bickerin' mess left up on deck. He already missed listenin' to the girls chatter 'bout this an' that an' he missed Fernando's company, as they had became good friends through this mission, though there was little time for friendship.
 
 For Hondo this mission was done an' he didn't plan on ever seenin' them all again, btu little did he know what was in store for him. No rest for the weary.
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 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 Sinclair climbed aboard and entered the bowels of the ship. He was wearing a sailor's uniform and betting on the fact only around 30 crew-members were supporting Donnelly, as he had taken back over control of the ship.
Twenty minutes later he found the admiral's cabin and knocked on the door.
 
Donnelly: Enter.
 
 Sinclair opened the door, walked inside and quickly closed them behind him. The admiral was sitting at the desk, mumbling to himself.
 
Donnelly: What do you want, sailor?
 
Sinclair: I bring a message from Captain Ranger Charles Ready.
 
 Donnelly looked at him, stunned and started to stand up.
 
Sinclair: He wants you to stop trying to interfere with the rescue operation, get the hell out of here and never cross our paths again.
 
 The admiral was now approaching him with a clear intent of murder in his eyes.
 
Donnelly: And if I do not?
 
Sinclair: Here's a hint.
 
Sinclair rised 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. Sinclairs left sleeve has been ripped apart by the spring of the rapid-draw holster, fastened to his forearm, and was now hanging below.
 
Donnelly: Fool! Bullets cannot harm me! Prepare to die!
 
Sinclair retorted with a wicked smile: Oh, I know that.... But this certainly can.
 
 He extended a meter-long blade and was now waving it before himself.
 
Sinclair: Approach if you dare!
 
 
 After several seconds the door opened revealing five crew-members 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.
 
Crew Members: Who are you?! what happened?!
 
Sinclair: The admiral has chosen to end his career. You may join him if you want.
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 In a building that is hard to find and many refuse to admit of its existence, 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 desertion 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: It's 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 guaranteed order of living our lives in peace.
 
Agency Leader 01: What makes you think that if we won't 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 restored of their civil rights. But as for you, no matter the scope 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.  
 
 
                                  THE END . . . .
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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