Missions of the Retrieval Team - Land of the Kilts

[Bigkahuna]

" When it comes to slaughter you will do your work on water and you'll lick the bloomin boots of im that's got it.''ith:

[Jock Scot]

" When it comes to slaughter you will do your work on water and you'll lick the bloomin boots of im that's got it.''ith:

Mr. R. Kipling?

[Bigkahuna]

Absolutely!

[davedove]

Scene 37

Jungle Outpost in the Guyana Highlands

Ms. Crane moved out as soon as I gave the order. She moved low but quickly, keeping behind cover as much as possible, which wasn’t much considering the low ground.

Fortunately, the attention of the guards was focused away towards the jungle and she made it to the base of the cliff unnoticed. She quickly assumed a position behind some rocks and motioned for the next person to follow.

Jock was the next person to move, taking Wompet with him. Ms. Crane covered them as they ran across the open ground. The big shaggy dog quickly covered the distance, with Jock close behind him.

“You’re next Dave,” Greg said to me when he saw Jock was behind cover.

As Jock and Ms. Crane covered me, I quickly ran across the clearing. As soon as I made it, I motioned for Greg to follow. I then began to make my way up the path to the women’s prison.

When I was about halfway up the slope, I glanced back to check on the others. Greg had made it to cover, so he and Jock began to move up the path. Ms. Crane was to stay at the bottom of the slope to cover our escape.

I continued my climb to the prison. As I neared the top, I got dropped to the ground and slowly crawled to the top. When I was close enough, I surveyed the situation.

No guards were in sight. So I turned and gestured for Greg to approach more quickly. Jock stopped and took cover about halfway up the slope to cover our descent.

I took cover behind some rocks and kept watch over the clearing as Greg came up to join me. He dropped down beside me when he reached the top.

“Check it out,” I told him.

Greg rose and approached the prison as I kept watch. He went over to the door and removed the bar that secured it. He eased the door open and stepped inside.

“Dave,” he called out quietly. “It’s empty!”

“What?” I asked in disbelief, and suddenly realization struck. “Get out!” I yelled.

But I was too late as small charges blew out the supports from under the prison and it started to slide off the cliff.

I saw Greg desperately flailing to find a handhold to save himself. I dove to grab his hand as he started to slide down with the building. Fire shot through my injured arm as it was jerked downward with Greg’s weight, but I held on.

And then the ground at the edge of the cliff, weakened from the charges of the trap, collapsed under our combined weight.