Missions of the Retrieval Team - Kiltmen Down

[ccga3359]

Ohh, I do hope Globo-Fashions come to Toronto soon. McMurdo's afull time kilt wearer, frequent poster and keeps stealing my kilt checks with his Isle of Bloody Skye!

[Freedomlover]

With the money we spend each year on whisky and whiskey at the Great Golden Hall I should hope not!

Cheers

Jamie

I should dearly hope you spend nothing on "whiskey". I would have thought that a global cabal such as X marks would have long since cottoned onto the fact that whiskyand whiskey are different animals. Perhaps there is yet hope for the comfortably draped masses.........

[Wompet]

Ohh, I do hope Globo-Fashions come to Toronto soon. McMurdo's afull time kilt wearer, frequent poster and keeps stealing my kilt checks with his Isle of Bloody Skye!

McMurdo's busy ruining your imitation of the Wizard of B.C. right about now.
Or he may already be asking the chief about the movie casting; I'm not sure about the timing here ...

[ccga3359]

McMurdo's busy ruining your imitation of the Wizard of B.C. right about now.
Or he may already be asking the chief about the movie casting; I'm not sure about the timing here ...

Oh yeah, I forgot. I'm asked to make so many public appearances these days. Right now I'm held over in some extended speaking tour in Saskcatchewan. Not much to do here though, I'm bouncing off the walls. Fortunately they are soft.

[starbkjrus]

You all would not beleive this but I have a fellow here at work who really wears something like this and also live in a foiled lined tent in his parents basement.. too weird..



Sorry for hijacking this thread now back to our regularly scheduled shaow already in progress

er...I hope this person does not have access to David's weapons systems --OR-- his monorail.

[davedove]

Scene 18


Residence of Andrew Breecher, Boston


After the briefing at the Great Hall of X Marks the Scot, my associates and I were returned to the airport and we boarded our private jet. The flight to Boston was uneventful, and upon arrival we made our way to the residence of Andrew Breecher.

He was quite surprised to be met at his door by eight people he had never seen before, but was soon calmed when I introduced myself. As a member of our forum, he had read my contributions many times.

We quickly described the situation to him and expressed our concerns for his safety. We quickly separated into teams to cover the different possibilities. Ms. Hawk and Ms. Swan were going to pose as patrons at his place of employment. Ms. Falcon and Ms. Stork would maintain a mobile surveillance of his movements. Ms. Starling and Ms. Raven would stay at his residence. Meanwhile, in case we were wrong about their target, Ms. Thrush and myself would attend the fashion show in the disguise of a wealthy couple in order to monitor events there.

Ms. Raven immediately went to work installing small surveillance cameras about Andrew’s apartment.

“Is this all really necessary?” asked Andrew.

Ms. Starling answered him. “We hope to prevent your kidnapping and these cameras allow us to better monitor the premises. Additionally, these cameras will record anything that happens here, in case we need that information.” I noticed she did not mention that if we were unsuccessful in protecting him, the cameras would record the abduction. I thought that was wise; we didn’t want to worry him any more than was necessary.

The first day went uneventfully. The next day, the day of the show, we split into our different teams. Ms. Hawk and Ms. Swan left several minutes before Andrew so that they could blend into the patrons at his place of employment. After he left, Ms. Falcon and Ms. Stork followed discretely. Ms. Thrush and I dressed up to attend the show and departed.

[davedove]

Scene 19


Globo-Fashion Show


As part of our cover, Ms. Thrush and I had taken a room at the Four Seasons Boston under the names of Anton Dove and Raquel Thrush, a wealthy businessman and his traveling companion. The morning of the fashion show, we donned stylish clothes and arranged for a limousine to transport us to the show.

I had chosen a subdued, blue-based tartan kilt and a nice jacket and tie to wear, along with David’s sporran with the gadgets inside. Ms. Thrush wore a simple mini-dress that hugged her in all the right places along with stiletto heels to fit her role as my companion. To all appearances, she was my mistress and I was her sugar daddy. To the other people at the show, it would appear that she was looking for new items for me to buy for her.

The limousine delivered us to the entrance to the show. As we entered, I presented the tickets. Ms. Swan had managed to obtain two tickets on short notice and we were seated near enough the front to get in on the action, but didn’t have the high profile front row seats. We were taken to our seats, which turned out to be third row. As we sat there, Ms. Thrush took the opportunity to speak with those around us, playing up the role of the ditzy blond. Mainly, I stayed quiet and surveyed the area, talking only when Ms. Thrush directed someone’s attention to me.

Like most such shows, I noticed that the front row contained several celebrities and the movers and shakers of the fashion world. Being a ‘mere’ businessman, I was ignored for the most part. I noticed that several of the celebrities didn’t reach their seats until five or ten minutes after the posted start time of the show. The show hadn’t yet started though, as the organizers had apparently taken into account those who would arrive late.

Once the show did start, Ms. Thrush and I watched the crowd more than the models. Ms. Thrush did play her part and occasionally point out an outfit to me, as though she were making a wish list for her sugar daddy to buy for her. She would hug me and kiss my cheek when I nodded as if in agreement to her desires.

The show passed without any incident, so we got up from our seats when the crowd began to exit. As we neared the exit, two men stepped up to Ms. Thrush and myself and pulled us aside. Although the men had coats draped over their arms to conceal the handguns they carried, we could feel the barrels pressed into our backs.

“Just keep quiet and you won’t be hurt,” said the bigger of the two men.

Still playing our parts, we allowed the men to lead us through the back of the building to a van parked outside. They pushed us into the back of the van and locked the doors. Ms. Thrush pressed herself against me, as though she was terrified, and I wrapped my arms around her protectively.

“Easy, baby,” I told her. “We’ll get out of this okay.”

The bigger man climbed into the passenger seat, keeping his gun trained on us, while the other man got behind the wheel and started the van.

“Where are you taking us?” I asked tentatively.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” said the big man. “Now just keep quiet and you’ll get out of this alive.”

Ms. Thrush pressed herself tighter to me and pretended to cry. I continued my part and tried to comfort her. Neither of the men saw her hand slip into my sporran and activate the emergency transmitter hidden there.

[davedove]

Scene 20


Private airfield near Boston


When the van stopped, the two men pulled us out and I saw that we were at a hangar on a private airstrip. The two men directed us into the hangar.

“What do you want with us?” I asked the men. “If you want a ransom, I will gladly contact my company to arrange it.”

“Thanks for the offer, buddy, but our employer asked us to bring you here.”

“Who is this employer?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He pushed us through the door into the hangar.

The men directed us through the hangar towards an office in the back. Ms. Thrush continued to cling to me as if she were terrified.

“What are they going to do with us, Anton?” she asked me, her voice quivering.

“I don’t know, Raquel. We’ll just have to do what they say.”

As we walked into the office, a man was seated at the desk with his back to us. He had apparently heard us, as he answered our question when we entered.

“You will not be harmed, Ms. Thrush,” he said. “We just needed you and Mr. Dove out of the way. Oh, and you can drop the frightened bimbo act. I know that you two are part of a team that the Moderators hired.”

I wasn’t willing to drop our cover just yet. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “I don’t know anything about any Moderators. I am a simple businessman and I was just taking my companion to a fashion show,”

He still had his back to us. “Give it a rest. I know that you are a member of the forum and that Mike sent you out to rescue some kidnap victims.”

Apparently, this man did know who we were. “Okay, and just how would you know all this?” I asked.

“Because I am a member of the forum as well,” he answered, while getting up from his chair.

I noticed the man was wearing a leather kilt as part of his outfit, and I began to suspect who it might me. My suspicion was confirmed when the man turned to face us. The man who had kidnapped us was Robert, a maker of contemporary kilts from Canada, also known as Canuck!

“And now that I have captured your team,” he continued, “Nothing will stop our plan.”

[Panache]

What is it about Canadians in leather kilts? Is Raphael next to appear in a villainous role?

Cheers

Jamie

[davedove]

Commercial Break


A lightly wooded area


We see a cute young woman of oriental background sitting on the ground with her back resting against a tree. She is wearing jeans, running shoes, and a t-shirt with a Pegasus pictured on the front. She is typing on an open laptop computer.

As she is typing, what she types is super-imposed over her image:

Hello, everyone.

This is Ms. Swan of the Retrieval Team. I just have to tell you about the new computer I am using. It’s the brand new c.a.j.u.n.s.c.o.t. 2008 from X Marks the Scot.

It has incredible improvements over the 2007 model. Its hard drive has 20 times the storage capacity and 10 times the processing speed.

Its new artificial intelligence chip lets the computer think more like you, allowing you to interface more easily.

The reverse access interfaces allow you to make use of any of your current accessories.

The new high-density display screen gives you sharper resolution, and the programmable keyboard allows you to arrange the keys in either a standard configuration, or one of your own designs.

The advanced sound system gives you the best sound ever heard on a laptop, and you can play movies on it with complete sound clarity.

The rugged construction and sealed case allow you to use it in even the roughest environments, yet its sleek design is still fashionable.

And finally, the satellite link wireless access allows you to access the Internet, no matter where you are.

The scene pulls back to reveal that the tree is setting in a small clearing, set in a vast wooded area. As the scene continues to pull back, all that is scene is trees and hills, with some mountains near the edge of view.

Words display across this view:

The c.a.j.u.n.s.c.o.t. 2008 from X Marks the Scot, letting you do what you want with a computer, no matter where you are.