Missions of the Retrieval Team - Kiltmen Down

[The F-H.C.A.G.]

... appearances can be deceiving.

Yes, they can!

Be well,

[Panache]

... Plus, now we know what prompted Grant to pursue Panache to the frozen north.

Ah, this is before the great race to the Arctic Circle between the Maple Leaf and the Saltire*.

Yes, they can!

Hey.....

Jamie

* One can only wonder if Grant will ever publish the log of the Last flight of the Maple Leaf?

[davedove]

Scene 1

Private villa on St. John, U.S.Virgin Islands

The day was as beautiful as any ever seen in this part of the world. Unfortunately, because of my complexion, I was forced to seek shelter from the direct sun under a beach umbrella. I had taken a bit of light reading from my library to relax with in the beach chair, a scholarly text on Scottish archeology.

My associate, Ms. Starling, having no problems with the sun, was stretched out on a towel nearby. The small swimsuit she wore would have gotten her arrested in some places, it revealed so much. Glancing her way, I had to admit that she was one of the few women who could pull off that look. Unlike most people though, I knew that beautiful body contained one of the most brilliant investigative minds I have ever encountered. Ms. Starling had been with my team the longest and served as my lieutenant.

My other associates were scattered about the beach, enjoying this tropical paradise. My butler, Timothy moved back and forth from the beach to the villa, bringing drinks and snacks and occasionally helping the ladies with tanning lotion and sunscreen.

Timothy had just returned from the villa when I heard him call out, “Mr. Dove, I believe there is something here that needs your attention.”

Ms. Starling and I instantly recognized the worry in Timothy’s voice and quickly went inside. There, stuck to the wall of the living room, was a piece of paper secured with a Scottish claymore.

Ms. Starling instantly responded, pulling out a small radio (though I will never figure out where she keeps it in that swimsuit.) “All personnel, intruder alert, secure the perimeter!”

I quickly calmed her down. “Stand down Ms. Starling. Whoever left this will be long gone.”

“You’ve seen this before then?”

“Yes, one other time, it’s a message from the League of Moderators.”

“Oh yeah, that group that invited you to compete for a position.”

“Quite right, I lost out to Panache. He’s quite a wily competitor. I hope to match wits with him again someday.”

“But a note pinned to a wall with a sword, don’t they know about email?”

I had to laugh at that. “Indeed they do, but some of their members tend to like the dramatic.”

I removed the sword and opened the note. Ms. Starling moved to read it along with me.


Mr. Dove,

You and your associates are hereby summoned to the Great Hall of X Marks the Scot on a matter of utmost importance. As always, this sword will serve as your pass into the Hall. Please proceed with all due haste as time is critical.

The League of Moderators

“Well that’s certainly informative,” was Ms. Starling’s sarcastic response.

“True, but this is only the second summons I have ever received from them. Whatever it is must be important. Ms. Starling, round up the team and tell Timothy that we need to pack.”

[The F-H.C.A.G.]

So, Charlie's Angels, and Dave's Devils is it?

Be well,

[davedove]

My last post today:

Scene 2

A private jet en route to South Carolina

As our jet made its way from St. John to Charleston, South Carolina, I began to mentally review my associates and their capabilities.

First of all, Ms. Starling, my lieutenant, had the unique skill set of both a police detective and an investigative reporter. Additionally, she had a fine tactical mind. I knew that if I became incapacitated, the team would be in good hands with her.

Next was our pilot, Ms. Falcon. I haven’t seen an aircraft, or even any other vehicle, that she couldn’t operate.

Next was Ms. Thrush, who could only be described as a combination infiltrator and con artist. This woman has the amazing ability to blend comfortably into any social setting. I have seen her equally at home in both a royal ball in her finest gown, or a NASCAR race in cut off shorts and a tube top.

Ms. Hawk was our weapons expert. She knows the combat characteristics of any weapon ever made, and many of those still on the drawing boards. I have never learned her complete past, but I have determined it had something to do with a certain covert government agency.

Ms. Raven also has a past, but hers is a little better known. She was in and out of jail as a youth. She would probably be there now if I hadn’t recruited her onto the team. Now she serves as our breaking and entering specialist. We haven’t found a lock yet that she hasn’t opened.

The last and newest member of our team is Ms. Swan. An expert computer hacker and internet surfer, she has the uncanny ability to sift through the staggering amount of information available on the web until she finds just what she’s looking for.

My team’s specialty is retrieving lost objects. Our clients seek us out when all the conventional channels have failed them. If something is lost, it’s our job to find it and return it to the rightful owner.

As I contemplated the note from the League, one thought kept coming back to me, what could the League need us for?

[Livingston]

I like this. Two writers with different styles. And each writing on a similar subject. This is good, very good.

[davedove]

Scene 3


Charleston International Airport


After landing at the airport and securing the jet, my team quickly changed into our working clothes. I strapped on a kilt made with the blue, white, and gold tartan of X Marks the Scot. Additionally, I decided to wear the sporran that the Moderator David had given me on my last visit. It was a most amazing sporran, with a great capacity, so it has often proved useful for the various items I am required to carry for my vocation.

My associates dressed in a somewhat different manner. On our missions they have found that assuming a non-threatening appearance allows them to function with less scrutiny. Thus, they assume the role of my “arm candy” in the public eye. As such, their clothing fits snuggly and showcases their more than attractive physiques. However, although the clothing is snug, it still allows complete freedom of movement should a situation occur. Their purses, while containing the various makeup items found in most women’s purses, also conceal their many specialized tools. I noticed that Ms. Swan even wore a bunny shaped pack to hide her laptop from view.

Only Ms. Hawk wore a loose, knee-length skirt. However, I knew this wasn’t due to any modesty on her part. Instead, the flowing skirt allowed her to conceal some very lethal weaponry. One of her hidden handguns had saved us more than once.

As we made our way to the gate, my associates began to play their role by taking my arms and walking close to me. To the general public, we became the playboy and his lady friends.

Since we didn’t know the exact location of the Great Hall (although Ms. Swan has been working on that,) I assumed that transportation would be provided, just as on my previous visit. As we passed through the gate, my assumption was proved correct.

Waiting for us at the curb was a black limousine, large enough for the entire team and our baggage. There to greet us was Dee, one of the heralds of X Marks the Scot, who I had met previously. He stepped forward and shook my hand.

“So glad you could make it, Mr. Dove. I’m afraid we don’t have time for pleasantries. Mike was adamant that I bring you to him as quickly as possible. If you would get into the car, I will see to your baggage.”

“Aren’t you going to blindfold us like last time?” I asked.

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary. The windows have been blacked out so you won’t be able to see outside, and the doors will be secured so you can’t open them to take a peek. The blindfolds were just a part of the Moderator competition, tradition and all that.”

He turned to open the car door for us, “Now, if you would please step inside, we can be on our way.”

My associates and I climbed into the car and settled in for the ride. There we found the liquor cabinet had been stocked with a selection of single malt scotches. Ms. Hawk poured us each only a small amount, as we wanted to keep our heads clear.

As we made the journey, I saw that Ms. Swan was trying to operate a hand held gaming device. Looking closer, I noticed that it was in reality a GPS unit made to resemble a game. She seemed to be having some difficulty with it.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It doesn’t seem to be picking up any signal. I can pull up our entire trip from St. John until we leave the airport. Then the record just stops.”

Ms. Falcon leaned in to take a look. “So y'all think ya just lost the signal?”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking. I’ll keep trying until we get to the Hall.”

“Don’t be too surprised,” I told her. “The Moderators have kept the location of the Hall a secret for a long time now. I doubt if their wishes will be thwarted by a small electronic device.”

[ccga3359]

Dove, I too, bid for this contract. You severely undercut me. I see that you signed for the book deal. Curse you. Send Ms. Thrush over to negotiate kilt check movie rights.

[davedove]

Dove, I too, bid for this contract. You severely undercut me. I see that you signed for the book deal. Curse you. Send Ms. Thrush over to negotiate kilt check movie rights.

Hmmm, movie rights. I wonder who should be cast to play Mr. Dove in the movie?