Missions of the Retrieval Team - Land of the Kilts

**Jock Scot** · 17th April 09, 03:12 PM

It's just too quiet around here Mr. Livingston. Even the birds, doves, have stopped singing. This is not looking good.

**Standard** · 17th April 09, 04:21 PM

Originally Posted by Jock Scot

It's just too quiet around here Mr. Livingston. Even the birds, doves, have stopped singing. This is not looking good.

It's quite, too quiet in the jungle. Something big must be brewing. A mine cave-in, or a slave revolt perhapse. Aggg...the suspence is killing me.

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**Livingston** · 17th April 09, 08:42 PM

Originally Posted by Jock Scot

It's just too quiet around here Mr. Livingston. Even the birds, doves, have stopped singing. This is not looking good.

Aye, Jock. I have already pulled out my entrenching tool and started putting it to use. Hopefully I can have everything camo'd before it gets too bad. You know how those doves can be.

**Jock Scot** · 18th April 09, 03:47 AM

Originally Posted by Livingston

Aye, Jock. I have already pulled out my entrenching tool and started putting it to use. Hopefully I can have everything camo'd before it gets too bad. You know how those doves can be.

You mean the sort of dove that drops things on you from a great height and is never happy until you are up to your neck in it? Yes? Yes! I thought so! You are right ,best we keep digging.

**Livingston** · 18th April 09, 05:53 AM

Originally Posted by Jock Scot

You mean the sort of dove that drops things on you from a great height and is never happy until you are up to your neck in it? Yes? Yes! I thought so! You are right ,best we keep digging.

We will need a few logs to reinforce the roof. A layer of logs with 2 or 3 layers of sandbags (or dirt) then another layer of logs crosswise then MORE dirt should do it.

**Jock Scot** · 18th April 09, 07:33 AM

Originally Posted by Livingston

We will need a few logs to reinforce the roof. A layer of logs with 2 or 3 layers of sandbags (or dirt) then another layer of logs crosswise then MORE dirt should do it.

Right, when we are done and dusted, I think a large G&T for me and a large malt for you, would be in order. Unless those "on high" have other ideas ,of course. I always found that the PBI were damn well digging,moving on and digging, moving on and digging! Life never seems to change much, does it?Ho hum!

**Livingston** · 18th April 09, 02:52 PM

That or when you get finished digging, time to fill it back in and start over. I'm thinking a wee 16 oz dram of Talisker would take care of my thirst.

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**davedove** · 20th April 09, 10:07 AM

Originally Posted by Jock Scot

Right, when we are done and dusted, I think a large G&T for me and a large malt for you, would be in order. Unless those "on high" have other ideas ,of course. I always found that the PBI were damn well digging,moving on and digging, moving on and digging! Life never seems to change much, does it?Ho hum!

Anyone knows that you're never finished improving your field fortifications until it's time to move out.

**davedove** · 20th April 09, 10:08 AM

Scene 35

The Land of Hekata, atop a tepui

I returned the salute and Pivat quickly saluted the man. “Capin,” he said, “Da Mayja nospeke Engish gud.” He gestured to Miss Stork. “Iss Mes Stork. Shee speka Mayja.”

The Captain nodded to her. “Wecum Mes Stork.”

As Miss Stork continued the conversation, translating for me, we soon developed a trust between us. She asked about the rest of our party and the Captain replied that his men had indeed found several people like us in the jungle, along with their strange animals. He had them confined in a hut nearby.

I quickly asked to see them and the Captain agreed. He accompanied us out of his office and we crossed the village towards a guarded hut. The guards saluted the Captain as he approached and opened the door for us.

Inside, my companions rose as we entered. Everyone we had been separated from at the slave camp was present, along with Jock, John, and Kevin and his dogs. Apparently, Kevin had broken his leg on landing and the other two had found him. They had put a splint on his leg and were making preparations to move out when they were captured by a hunting party. Kevin was still lying on the bed with his leg in a splint.

“How’s the leg?” I asked him.

“Not the best,” he answered. “I had to be carried here and I can’t put any weight on it. The tribal healer has put some sort of salve on it and that has kept the pain down.”

“Have you seen any sign of Ms. Swan?” I asked.

“No,” answered Jock. “The first time we had seen any of the rest of the party is when Greg and others were brought in.”

“We need to find her,” I said, “but first we have something else to do. We found where Todd and the others are being held. At least I assume they are still there. The men and women were separated and Ms. Stork hasn’t seen them since. They are also holding Ms. Hawk there and she has been severely wounded.”

“Where are they being held?” John asked.

“It’s a slave camp. They are forcing the men to work in a mine and the women are being forced to do unspeakable things.” I looked at those gathered around me. “I mean to shut the place down permanently.”

“You know you have our support Dave,” Greg said, “but there are only a few handguns among us and they have rifles.”

“I know, but they will not expect us to attack. Plus, we have another resource they won’t expect.”

I turned to Ms. Stork. “Rebecca, we need to discuss things with the Captain.”