Missions of the Retrieval Team - Land of the Kilts

[davedove]

Okay, since we are waiting so long for the other stories (hint, hint) I will slowly reveal my next tale. It will take a while as I am taking my time writing it.

[davedove]

Opening Scene

A mountaintop in the Ural Mountains

I pulled myself over the ridge, and then turned to help the woman climbing up the mountain behind me. Ms. Partridge gratefully took the hand I offered and pulled herself up to join me.

Ms. Partridge had joined my team as a liaison for the Mata Hari Institute for Culinary Excellence, or the M.H.I.C.E. We had come to the Ural Mountains in search of a lost team from the MHICE. They had been seeking to obtain some samples of a rare herb when the team was lost. The MHICE had secured the services of my team to help them recover the lost samples and to find out what had happened to their people.

“Over there,” said Ms. Hawk from in front of us, pointing across the clearing.

I looked in the direction she indicated and saw the human-sized lumps on the ground.

The three of us moved across the clearing to the bodies and bent to examine them. There were four women and they all were frozen solid.

Ms. Partridge leaned over one of the bodies. “Oh, Elizabeth!” she sobbed.

I went to her and she quickly buried her face in the material of my coat, letting the grief flow over her.

“You were close to her?” I asked.

“She was my best friend at the Institute. We joined together.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said. I turned to Ms. Hawk. “What do you make of this?” I asked.

“Judging from the way the bodies are situated, I would say that they were trying to get to a lower altitude. The sudden storm that came through here must have caught them.”

I pulled away from Ms. Partridge. “Again, I’m sorry about what happened, but there is nothing we can do for them now. I promise you that we will get them back home, but what I need you to do right now is to see if they have the samples, okay?”

Ms. Partridge nodded and wiped away her tears. Ms. Hawk had been cutting the packs away from the women and handed them to Ms. Partridge, who began to go through the contents. Meanwhile, Ms. Hawk opened her own pack and pulled out the body bags we had brought along.

“Here it is,” said Ms. Partridge, holding up a small container. Inside were several small flowering plants. Apparently, the plants had been blooming when the sudden storm had gone through and caused the temperatures to drop.

I pulled out my radio. “Falcon, Swan, this is Dove, over.” My two associates we waiting at a nearby airfield with a helicopter.

“Dove, this is Swan, over.”

“We have found the package and the couriers. We need transport for the recovery, over.”

“You need transport, roger. What is your location, over?”

Ms. Hawk finished placing the locator transmitter in the middle of the clearing.

“Beacon is set. Follow the signal to our location, over.”

There was a slight pause. “We are reading your signal. Our ETA is approximately forty-five minutes, over.”

“ETA in forty-five minutes. We will be waiting. Dove, out.”

I broke the connection and turned to the two ladies with me.

“We have forty-five minutes. Let’s make ourselves comfortable and keep warm until they get here.”

[Coemgen]

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Here we go again!

[Birddog]

OOoooh, I am looking forward to this one!

[Sionnach]

Intrigue!

[Southern Breeze]

Great start! I'm looking forward to this one!

[Ancienne Alliance]

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[Kilted_John]

w00t!



-J

[davedove]

Commercial Break

A bar

Three rather plain women are seated around a table, sipping on their drinks. Although they are dressed nicely, the men around them do not notice them.

One of the women taps the others on the arm and motions for them to follow her.

The three women walk into the ladies room.

Once inside the ladies room, the first woman opens her purse, pulls out a perfume bottle, and shows it to the other women.

The camera zooms in on the bottle and we see the name of the fragrance written in pink letters, Emma.

The first woman sprays the perfume on herself and hands it to the next woman. She also sprays herself, and then hands the bottle to the third woman who sprays herself as well. Each time the bottle is sprayed, we hear a loud, whispering “Emma.”

The scene changes to back in the bar and we see the door to the ladies room open. The same three women come strutting out into the bar. Although they are wearing the same outfits, the clothes now seem to fit better and accentuate more. Their jewelry sparkles and their hair flows luxuriously. As the ladies strut through the bar, men’s heads turn to watch them and several men hurry to follow the women.

The women all smile at their new power.

The scene changes to show a bottle of the perfume and we again hear the whispering “Emma.”

Across the bottom of the screen are the words Emma, a product of Ritchgarl Industries.

[Arlen]

*Gets the popcorn out.*


O.K. I'm ready.