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Mission 10: Australian Prison Break

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  • mississppiqueen
    Team: Chuck Taylor, Diana Bertram, Patrick Anthony Pyke, Jason Calvin, Carlos Tarago, Gavin Martin, Wendy Luang, Angel Ramirez, Sarah Lien & Seamus Shaw
    Message 1 of 68 , Nov 1, 2010
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      Team: Chuck Taylor, Diana Bertram, Patrick Anthony Pyke, Jason Calvin, Carlos Tarago, Gavin Martin, Wendy Luang, Angel Ramirez, Sarah Lien & Seamus Shaw

      Codenames: Bad Karma, Chameleon, Patch, Gears, Hammer, Ghost, Angel, Pandora, & Irish

      Who: Wilma Soon-to-be-Whetu
      Where: New Zealand
      Location: Unknown (Wilma can't remember)
      Time: 8:13 am

      Jake had said his family's village was rural and quaint, but this was ridiculous, Wilma thought as she brushed her teeth. They had gotten in around midnight, so she didn't get a chance to really look around the village, but after getting up and heading out for her 6 a.m. jog this morning, Wilma now knew her future-husband was prone to understatement as well as exaggeration.

      The village, whose name Wilma couldn't even remember, was more like a hamlet than a village. As Wilma rinsed her mouth out with the bottled water she had fished out of her luggage, she was unsure (and downright scared) of what she was going to say to her sisters.

      Sure Lorelai would take it in stride; after all, she was half-Bohemian anyway, but Ophelia...She was going to be a downright pain in the ass as soon as she landed at Auckland Airport.

      Wilma sighed as she pushed the brush through her short blonde hair once more. She had long since mourned the low of her long, golden tresses, but it was still hard - especially thinking about the original veil she had picked out that matched her wedding gown - to face up to the facts that her hair was much, much shorter than it had been.

      Oh sure she loved the new idea of ribbons and slicking the hair down, but...

      "Didja fall in, Girlie?"

      Wilma grinned despite herself as she opened the door. Jake's father stood on the other side. "Sorry."

      Mr. Whetu grinned back and shook his head before walking out muttering under his breath about women who don't like to come out of the bathroom without knowing how they looked from every angle.

      Wilma gathered up her towel and her running shoes and headed to the bedroom she was sharing with Eva, Jake's sister-in-law, who was about 117 months pregnant with a son.

      "Hey, Eva."

      "Didja leave any hot water?" Eva asked looking up from her magazine.

      Wilma nodded. "Yes, actually I take quick showers, I just needed some extra time to work on my hair."

      "To cover the big scar," Eva said sitting up, with some struggle.

      Wilma flushed without meaning to. She knew she had a scar on the side of her face, and while she was still thinking of getting plastic surgery, she was beginning to wonder what would be the point.

      "Yeah, something like that," Wilma said, not for the first time wishing she and Jake could just share a room.

      But Jake's parents weren't having it, and everyone seemed to understand the decorum to separate them: She with Eva, and Jake with his brother, Curtis. Wilma had offered to stay in a hotel in town, but that suggestion was met with laughter.

      After her morning run, she now understood why. As it was, she was now going to have to find a decent lodge for Ophelia when she arrived in a day or so, even if it meant going further into the island.

      "I'll see you downstairs," Wilma said to Eva who gathered her things and left for the bathroom, the only one in the whole house.

      "Yeah," Eva said before ducking out.

      Wilma sighed deeply as she pulled out her satellite phone. Not for the first time she fought the temptation to call the team and find out what was going on, or try to guide them in some way.

      As she fingered the keys on the phone, she heard the door to the room re-open. She looked up guiltily as Jake walked in and caught her red-handed with the phone.
    • Fetty
      Who: Jake Whetu, Wilma Ripley Where: New Zealand Location: Te Maika Time: 1:30 pm Jake remembered why he never joined law enforcement and went for the military
      Message 68 of 68 , Aug 19, 2011
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        Who: Jake Whetu, Wilma Ripley
        Where: New Zealand
        Location: Te Maika
        Time: 1:30 pm

        Jake remembered why he never joined law enforcement and went for the military instead as he dealt with the locals. He and Ripley spent the next hour tangled in the process of clearing out Boom Boom and his boys, the paperwork involved, and getting in contact with anyone over in Australia.

        Even having the local cops call Wilma's sisters to give them some dumb down story on why they weren't where they were suppose to be. Not that it would save the couple from hearing about it later.

        Reality set in for Jake as he took in everything around him, staring at Wilma doing her thing with the cops and government agents that were swarming the area.

        Sure, they were still going to get hitched. Hell, couple of terrorists couldn't stop that. But they were never going to have the nice normal life, a quiet wedding, an uninterrupted honeymoon. Damn them, if they cut that short...

        It was just the lifestyle they chose, where they worked. Maybe that was why they were perfect for each other.

        An agent from the organization trotted up with a satphone, "We got word from the teams..." Whetu looked at the bare minimum report and frowned, they had lost Creed. One operator, exceptable for most missions, but he knew it wouldn't be for Wilma.

        (Thought I would just catch them up with the rest)
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