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

[davedove]

Scene 32


Pearson International Airport, Toronto, Canada


We had loaded everyone onto the truck and driven to the airport. Ms. Falcon made a point to stick to less traveled streets, since the appearance of the bullet-ridden truck may have caused a bit of concern.

Ms. Starling took charge in loading everything onto our jet. Since I was wounded, I remained with the truck to guard Grant. The security men moved Mr. Loon to the jet, while Ms. Stork kept watch over him.

Although it was night, the airport was still lively with the normal sounds of an airport. Engines were running and lights were flashing. I suppose that is why we all missed what was heading in our direction.

I mentioned before that Big Mikey is a large man and that he can build up a lot of momentum. Unfortunately, this time I was subjected to his entire force. He struck me from behind, throwing me off the truck. Even if I hadn’t been wounded, I would have had a hard time regaining my feet after that strike.

I turned to see what was happening. Big Mikey had helped Grant to his feet and they were both running away from the truck. It was then that I noticed the large object above us. A large blimp was moving over us. It had no lights and apparently had cut its engines before floating over our position.

Now the operators of the blimp started its engines again and turned on the lights. One set of lights revealed a large red maple leaf on the side of the airship.

More lights along the bottom of the blimp shone directly below, illuminating a rope ladder that had been lowered. Grant and Big Mikey were running to this ladder.

From behind I heard people running and turning I saw the security men and my associates giving chase, with Wompet in the lead.

The two men reached the ladder. From the top of the ladder, I saw a form cloaked in shadows. When the two men had grabbed the ladder, I heard him call out, “We’ve got them. Take us up MacHummel!”

The airship began to rise, lifting the two men on the ladder. Wompet, only a few feet behind them dove for the ladder, but passed just inches below it.

Those who had been chasing the two men stopped and drew weapons, prepared to fire on them.

“Hold your fire!” I called to them. “Let them go. We’ll deal with them another time. We’ve got a wounded man to take care of.”

As the airship continued to rise, I heard Grant call out. “YOU FOOLS! YOU CANNOT HOLD ME! BY MY GORGEOUS, FLOWING, GOLDEN LOCKS AND FIRM ROUND BUTTOCKS YOU WILL NEVER HOLD ME! HA HA HA HA HA HA!” he cackled madly.

I turned to Mr. Splash. “Golden locks and firm buttocks?” I asked.

“I’ll explain on the flight,” he said.

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Scene 34


Great Hall of X Marks the Scot


We had sat through the ceremony where a few honors were awarded. Livingston and myself were both awarded the Golden Thistle for the wounds we had received on the mission.

All the members of my team, the security men, Livingston, Erisianmonkey, and even Wompet were awarded the League Commendation Medal for our participation in the mission.

One award was given out that had nothing to do with the mission. McClef was awarded the Order of the Grand Defender of the Kilt for his long and outstanding service to the members of the forum.

As the ceremony was winding down, everyone was enjoying the refreshments provided. People were gathered in small groups making idle conversation. I noticed that Ms. Hawk and Mr. Mender were spending a fair amount of time together. I really wondered what was going on, as the two of them were revealing parts of their body to one another. I quit worrying though, when I realized that they were sharing battle stories and showing off their scars. They really were kindred spirits.

The chaplain, Prestor John, came up to me and whispered in my ear. When I heard what he had to say, I realized that Ms. Wren needed to hear it too.

We walked over to her together. “Ms. Wren,” I said, “the chaplain needs you to come to the infirmary immediately.”

“Why,” she said, “What’s wrong?”

“Just please, come with us.”

We made our way down to the infirmary. Ms. Wren seemed to grip the chaplain’s arm tighter with every step. We approached the door to where her husband was being kept.

“I think you should go in alone,” Prestor John told her. His voice was deadly serious.

Ms. Wren slowly walked to the door. She hesitated when she grasped the knob. She glanced over at us with worry.

“Go ahead,” said the Chaplain. “You need to see this.”

When Ms. Wren turned back to the door and turned the knob, the chaplain looked at me. His face lit up in a smile and I couldn’t stop my own smile.

Ms. Wren hadn’t seen our smiles when she opened the door. As the door opened into the room though, she let out a squeal of joy.

There on the bed was Celtic Menace. He was sitting up in the bed, reading a magazine.

Ms. Wren ran to him and took him in her arms. We could tell that her crying was from pure joy.

[davedove]

Commercial Break


A table at a small bar


We see two kilted men sitting at the table, enjoying drinks and a small meal. They are talking with much animation.

“What about that part in the convention center?” asks the first man.

“Or how about what Wompet did to Grant?” the second man laughs.

The first man seems to notice the viewers. “Oh, hi,” he says. “I’m Livingston, also known as Mr. Loon. This is my friend, Erisianmonkey, who is also known as Mr. Toucan.”

“Hi,” says the second man. “I hope you enjoyed the story you just read. If you did, you can find other stories in the X Marks the Scot forum. Enjoy the stories.”

The two men turn back to their conversation.

The first man says, “Oh, how about that move that Mr. Dove used to take out Big Mikey.”

“Yeah, that big man really hit hard, didn’t he.”

Fade away

[davedove]

Closing Scene


Ritchgarl Manor Apartment Building


I had taken Ms. Ritchgarl back to her residence, an upscale building owned by her parents corporation.

“I want to thank you so much,” she said to me outside her door.

I opened the door for her. “It was a privilege, all in the line of duty.”

“You’re not leaving already are you?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m afraid I have to go. Mike is due to call me at any moment.”

“But,” she said, reaching out to run her finger along the buttons of my shirt, “I haven’t found out what’s under your kilt yet.” She gave me a playful smile.

Just then my cell phone started to ring. I glanced at the caller ID. It was Mike.

I looked back at Emma. She had stepped into her apartment. She beckoned me inside with her finger.

I smiled back at her. “Mike can wait.” I stepped into the apartment, tossing my phone onto the small table there. I closed and locked the door behind me.

[davedove]

Acknowledgements and Thanks

I hope you liked my second tale. There will definitely be more stories in the future. I already have one in mind, but it definitely needs to be developed.

Thanks to the former kidnap victims:
Riverkilt
Graham
Hamish
Andrew Breecher

To the staff at the Great Hall of X Marks the Scot:
Mike1
Cajunscot
Panache
Colin
Kiltedmusiclover
Freelander Sporrano
Tattoo Bradley
Starbkjrus
McMurdo

Prestor John, our chaplain

Many thanks to X Marks own security team:
Splash_4
BEEDEE
Weasel Mender

And our canine troop Wompet

To Grant’s forces
ccga3359
Big Mikey
MacHummel
And one unnamed shadowy figure

Dirka Skene and Celtic Menace

Livingston and Erisianmonkey for their help on the team

The California members who provided the hook for the story
James MacMillan
Coemgen
Crusty
Ozman1944
Rigged

The other partygoers
CactusJack
Kilted John Sporrano
Arizona Scot

And the stars of my commercials:
Mike1 for Formula X
Splash_4, BEEDEE, Weasel Mender for X Power bars
Freelander Sporrano and cga3359 for X-Charge Extreme batteries
The Wizard of BC for the FK Coffee Delivery System
Panache for X-Flakes cereal
Sciuropterus for the Sciuropterus Delivery Service
Livingston and Erisianmonkey for X marks the Scot

And the brief mention of McClef, congrats on your new title.

[Coemgen]

Acknowledgements and Thanks

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The California members who provided the hook for the story
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Coemgen
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Anytime!

[CactusJack]

Acknowledgements and Thanks

CactusJack


Dave, My thanks go to you for allowing me to be in one of your fantastic storie, Feel free to use me at any time in any of you upcoming stories and I look forward to the next one..

[Weasel Mender]

Herr Kaptain,
I have just recently restocked and expanded the capacity of my quivers. I also have finished development of my new repeating compound bow and and am ready to test it, Does this give you any ideas?
Ens Mender

[Panache]

Fun Stuff Dave,

Next time your group should go across the pond and work with the MHICE!

...It was then that I noticed the large object above us. A large blimp was moving over us.... One set of lights revealed a large red maple leaf on the side of the airship...“YOU FOOLS! YOU CANNOT HOLD ME! BY MY GORGEOUS, FLOWING, GOLDEN LOCKS AND FIRM ROUND BUTTOCKS YOU WILL NEVER HOLD ME! HA HA HA HA HA HA!” he cackled madly

Tsk, Tsk it appears Grant has a new blimp.

Something shall have to be done about this!*

Cheers

Jamie





* I have got to stop hanging out with Freelander Sporrano!

[ccga3359]

Where is my kilt check? I was promised a kilt check. Big Mikey get my agent on the phone...