Re: Mission One: Carrying Out Our Assignments (Grimm's team)
- --- In globalSpecialOPSgroup@yahoogroups.com, "alabama_ace_2004"
>Static filled the radio walkie a few minutes more, then out of the
> Country: South Africa
> City: De Aar
> Who: Williams
> Location: De Aar mine
> Time: 2:00 pm
> "Grimm, report!" Kaden said after he placed two fingers on the
> cigar and removed it. "Grimm, come in!"
blue, in a deep voice, came a "shit". Grimm was alive, barely
escaping the blast by tipping a railbarrel over and covering himself.
"I'm here... don't get worried yet. I want everyone to report in
now. Kaden, I know you're alive. Call Avery, I'll... shit" Grimm
said, inerrupted by a stragling, half-dead scorpion, kicking it from
"I got Adams. We regroup in front in 5" Grimm ordered.
"Grimm out" as Jon put down the walkie, tipping the barrel back
over, getting up, dusting himself off.
Holding the walkie up to his lips, he pressed the red activater
"Adams come in. Repeat, Adams, come in".
- Country: South Africa
Who: Kalana, Diana, and Carlos
Location: Rendezvous point
Time: 3:13 pm
As soon as Diana asked where Carlos was, she noticed him walking
across the street then sit at the table where Kalana and she were
sitting. "Hola, Bonitas," he said all smiles. When the waiter came
over, he ordered a coffee.
"Where have you been?" Kalana Masters asked from where she sat leaning
back in her wrought-iron chair.
"Infiltrating Owe's private security," Carlos said in a low tone of
voice. "I'll tell you all about it, but not here. Let's get our
coffees to go, shall we?"
When the waiters brought their cafes, Carlos dropped some money on the
table and then offered his arm to both women. "By the way, Diana, you
look marvelous! Is that a new outfit?" he whispered to her before
turning his head to the catburglar. "And Kalana, have I told you all
black is not only very slimming on your already slender body, but,
bonita, it's sexy as hell."
Diana fought hard not to roll her eyes, dismissing the comment about
her outfit and the mention of her real name. Carlos was now the
gentleman, turning the corner with them and hailing a cab. He opened
the door for them and let them in first before ordering a ride back to
the Boeing. When the three arrived there was smoke streaming out of
the plane and one of the SUVs was parked out front with all the doors
Carlos nodded, all the mirth melting off his face as he threw some
cash at the cabbie and then sent him on the way before pulling out his
.45. "Kalana, cover our asses and signal if there's a problem. Scream
if you have to," he said with a calm coldness in his voice. "Diana,
pull your cop piece and back me up. Make sure it's loaded." Diana
nodded, pulling the Glock she had taken from the police officer from
behind her back and quietly cocked it.
Carlos eased his way towards the Boeing with his gun drawn but pointed
down. He nodded for Diana to take up position on the other side of the
plane's entrance. She nodded back, silently yet gracefully rushing to
the other side with her Glock and did the same thing.
Carlos ducked his head inside got a quick 2-second look and then
pulled it back out. Inside the Boeing was the aftermath of chaos. Some
short of firefight. He could see though that there was no actual fire,
the empty smoke canisters on the pavement before them could attest to
"Hello? Anybody home?" he called into the jet, lifting his piece. From
her place on the other side, she lifted her weapon up, ready to back
Carlos recognized his code name and answered as such. "Si, Chameleon
and Flame are with me," he called into the jet. "Can someone come out
and talk to us, or should I come in guns ablazing?"
Angel soon appeared at the door. A .9 mm in her hand, but she waved
them all inside. "No more guns," she said sounding disgusted. "I don't
think the jet could take any more."
Carlos nodded and lowered his weapon, but he didn't put it away, just
in case Angel was being forced to say these things and get them on
board. But as he climbed on board the jet, Carlos could see that
things were in chaos still.
Diana slowly followed Carlos on board, her weapon still drawn but
pointed down as she had seen Carlos do. She surveyed the chaos around
her, Dr. Adams patching up something on Whetu's leg. The paranoid Dr.
Craddock was furiously dousing everything in bleach and scrubbing up
the kitchenette, crying all the while; this time her fear of germs was
actually helping matters.
Then she noticed the small Thai woman, Piak Niran, who was examining a
large cone shaped dent in the top of her laptop. Piak Niran looked
like she was trying to keep it together on the outside but was clearly
frazzled on the inside, but Diana kept her distance. She let Carlos
stop and check on Piak. "Niran," Carlos said as he lightly touched her
forehead. "You okay?"
Instead, she looked around to see who was still alive, but she was
looking for a particular person.