Missions of the Retrieval Team - The Girl with the Silvery Smile

[Panache]

Gee I wonder which of the Mod Squad advocated using Lethal Force?

Somewhere in Norway, Freelander Sporrano tries to look innocent... and fails...

Cheers

Jamie

[starbkjrus]

Bwuhahahahahaha.........................

Hmmmmmm. Glen, I'd say lookout. Or perhaps some of the other Denver rabble. hehehehehehehehehehehehehe.

[davedove]

Gee I wonder which of the Mod Squad advocated using Lethal Force?

Somewhere in Norway, Freelander Sporrano tries to look innocent... and fails...

Cheers

Jamie

Don't forget who was willing to gas you all to expedite the investigation.

[davedove]

Scene 16


A private jet en route to Denver


We were making our preparations for the mission en route to Denver.

“Ms. Swan, do you have our tickets for the benefit?” I asked.

“Yes, nine tickets for the Concerned and Helpful Associates Resolved to Increase Thoughtfulness Year-round.”

“Great, Ms. Wren, what have you found out?”

“The Concerned and Helpful Associates Resolved to Increase Thoughtfulness Year-round, or C.H.A.R.I.T.Y., is a benevolent organization that uses its funds to contribute to many different charities, especially those who deal with hunger and disaster relief. It is very popular among celebrities, who like Miss Ritchgarl, sponsor benefits and use them to give away their product lines. That way they get some advertising while writing it off as a charitable contribution. I have found out one very interesting fact. Globo-Fashion is a major corporate donor.”

“So, is it a front for Globo-Fashion operations?”

“I don’t believe so. It’s a completely legitimate charity and millions of dollars are channeled to different causes every year. Instead, I think that Globo-Fashion picked this charity because it was established and covertly uses it for some of its operations.”

“So, we have to be careful not to disrupt the benefit so that we don’t damage the charity. Nothing like complicating things. Okay, what about the production facility for the perfume?”

“We have located the facility just across the Mexican border,” answered Ms. Starling. “Apparently, Globo-Fashion is using the cheap labor to keep costs down. Also, by being outside the United States, there is no danger of the authorities looking into their production techniques.”

“Ms. Hawk, do we have a plan for that?”

“Yes, we have a diagram of the plant and a plan to enter, neutralize the hypnotin, and get out. Jaime has offered the use of the League’s Security Team for backup.”

“Great, Miss Raven, Miss Hawk, and Miss Falcon, when we get to Denver, your task will be to access the perfume supplies and use the neutralizing agent. What’s our timeline on that?”

Miss Raven answered, “The perfume is scheduled to be delivered to the convention center the night before the benefit. It will be stored in a locked room until one hour before the doors open to the ticketed guests. Between the time it's locked in the room until it's opened again the next day, we will have approximately twelve hours to break into the room and place the neutralizing agent into two thousand individual bottles.”

“Do you have enough time?”

“Sure, it will only take me a few seconds to get into the storage area. I estimate approximately eight hours for the three of us to do the job. That leaves almost four hours to spare.”

“Great, the day of the benefit we will work the crowd. Ms. Thrush, you will come with me. I want us to be early enough in line so that you will be one of the first one hundred. That way, you will get a choker and Miss Ritchgarl should visit us personally. Everyone, David has provided us with a set of filters to keep us from being affected by the hypnotin. Wear them at all times while at the benefit. We can’t risk being affected.”

“What about Grant?” asked Ms. Starling.

“If anyone sees him, let everyone else know. We still don’t know that he is involved with this. One other thing, if anyone sees Ivana Rulital, notify me immediately. We have special instructions to apprehend her and take her back to the Great Hall. Understood?”

All the team nodded their heads.

“Great, okay let’s get ready to do this.”

[davedove]

Commercial Break


In the open sky


We see two large airships approaching each other. On the larger ship is painted a large saltire cross, on the other a large red maple leaf.

The crew aboard the smaller airship has obviously surprised the crew of the other ship. The Captain, a man with long blond hair, wearing a black kilt and clutching a rubber chicken, gives the order to fire.

We see the gunners activate a large weapon, but nothing happens. The scene zooms in to show the instrument panel where a warning light blinks “Low Battery”. Switching to the batteries we see the label ‘Generic’.

The scene changes to the Gunner of the larger vehicle. He is clean-shaven, with short hair. He is wearing a tartan kilt with a somewhat rustic looking sporran.

The man smiles, and throws a switch. From the large gun beside him, a large bolt of energy shoots out and tears through the other airship. The other airship falls from the sky.

The scene shifts to the batteries of this gun. Their label says ‘X-Charge Extreme’.

The narrator speaks, “X-Charge Extreme batteries from Freelander Products, twice the life of ordinary batteries for when it really matters.

[Livingston]

I have been waiting for this to continue. Glad to see you have your mind back where it belongs, Dave.

[starbkjrus]

Commercial Break


In the open sky


We see two large airships approaching each other. On the larger ship is painted a large saltire cross, on the other a large red maple leaf.

The crew aboard the smaller airship has obviously surprised the crew of the other ship. The Captain, a man with long blond hair, wearing a black kilt and clutching a rubber chicken, gives the order to fire.

We see the gunners activate a large weapon, but nothing happens. The scene zooms in to show the instrument panel where a warning light blinks “Low Battery”. Switching to the batteries we see the label ‘Generic’.

The scene changes to the Gunner of the larger vehicle. He is clean-shaven, with short hair. He is wearing a tartan kilt with a somewhat rustic looking sporran.

The man smiles, and throws a switch. From the large gun beside him, a large bolt of energy shoots out and tears through the other airship. The other airship falls from the sky.

The scene shifts to the batteries of this gun. Their label says ‘X-Charge Extreme’.

The narrator speaks, “X-Charge Extreme batteries from Freelander Products, twice the life of ordinary batteries for when it really matters.

[davedove]

Scene 17


Convention Center, Denver, Colorado


Ms. Thrush and I were in line for the C.H.A.R.I.T.Y. event. We had managed to arrive early enough so that we were about fifty couples back in line, ensuring that we would receive a complimentary necklace. More importantly, it meant that we would be meeting Ms. Ritchgarl.

Ms. Raven and her team had encountered no difficulties with their mission last night, so we knew that hypnotin had been neutralized and none of the complimentary perfume would be tainted.

My associates had distributed themselves along the line of people waiting to enter the convention center to attend the benefit. Aside from Ms. Ritchgarl, a couple of up and coming musical groups were slated to perform this evening, and drinks and finger foods were being served.

The doors opened and the line started to move forward. As we reached the door, a woman took our tickets and handed a bottle of perfume to Ms. Thrush. We were then directed to another door and, once inside, another woman held out a small open jewelry box. Inside was one of Ms. Ritchgarl’s chokers. Ms. Thrush thanked the woman and took the box. Closing it, she put it in her purse.

The woman then handed us two passes. “These are for the special reception with Emma,” she explained. We were then directed to pass through another door that opened into the main room for the benefit. Passing through we were immediately offered glasses of champagne, which we accepted graciously.

Ms. Thrush and I made our way through the crowd. The attendees seemed to be mostly local business owners and executives, although a number of working class people also seemed to be in the crowd.

Through the people I spotted another man wearing a kilt, so I decided to introduce myself.

“Hello,” I said to the man as I approached him, extending my hand. “It’s always good to meet another kilt wearer. I’m Mr. Dove.”

He took my hand and shook it. “Mr. Dove? You wouldn’t happen to be the Mr. Dove from X Marks the Scot.?”

“Why yes, I am. I take it you’re also a member”

“Yes, I go by Erisianmonkey on the roster. It’s great to meet you.”

“And it’s good to meet you. Allow me to introduce Ms. Thrush.”

As we made small talk, I continued to scan the crowd. From time to time I saw my associates through the crowd.

As I continued watching, I heard someone call out over the crowd, “Mr. Dove?”

I turned to see who had called and noticed another kilted man making his way towards me. Ms. Thrush and Erisian also turned to see who this new arrival was.

“Mr. Dove?” he asked again as he approached.

“Yes, that’s me,” I answered. “Can I assume that you are another X Marker?”

“It’s fantastic to meet you. I’m Livingston,” he said, offering his hand.

Again, introductions were made all around and we stood chatting. Our conversation was interrupted by a feminine voice from across the crowd.

“Oh my God, look at the men in those fabulous kilts!”

We turned to watch the young blond woman approach us. We no longer needed to look for Emma Ritchgarl. She had come to us.

[Livingston]

All right! The saga continues.

Charles, looks like we better watch out on this one.

[davedove]

Scene 18


Convention Center, Denver, Colorado


As Emma approached, I noticed that she was wearing a fairly conservative, yet very stylish suit. Also, around her neck was one of her chokers.

“You guys look so great,” she said to us. “Let me check out those kilts.”

She looked over each of our kilts, examining the material and construction, and asking us to turn around so she could examine the pleats.

“Absolutely incredible,” she exclaimed. “I love the way you guys look. Do you know what you guys should do though? You should get some satin shirts that coordinate with the colors. That would look so good.”

As she said this, I thought just how right she was, matching satin shirts would look great with these kilts. It seemed that the other two gentlemen, as well as several of the people around us, were also in agreement.

Then it hit me; Emma was wearing the choker. We were being influenced by what she said. Even wearing the filters to block the hypnotin, the device in the choker was still stimulating my brain. Unfortunately, the other gentlemen did not have any protection, so they would be completely under her influence.

“I can’t stay and chat right now,” she continued. “I have to make my rounds. But I do so want to talk with you later. Do you all have passes for the after show gathering?”

Although I did have the pass, it turned out that neither of the other two gentlemen did.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’ll just let security know to let you kilt wearers in.”

“Before I go though, I have to know one thing,” she continued. And then she asked the inevitable question. “So, what do you guys wear under the kilt?”

I quickly answered for all of us, to save the other gentlemen any embarrassment. “Miss, a lady would never ask that, and anyone else would already know.”

“Well,” she responded, with a mischievous smile. “Although I consider myself a lady, I may just have to find out when I see you later.” She winked at me and then turned to walk away.