Re: Mission 4: Protect the Innocents - Heading to Cut Bank
- Who: Rebecca Adams
Where: Cut Bank(ish), Montana
Location: Just outside Cut Bank
Time: 7:50 am (MTZ)
Rebecca was getting low on gas and time. Waiting for the phone to
ring was never a comfortable thing. It's why she and Doug wouldn't
have lasted. He had the lovely disability of not being able to pick
up a phone, and not just because of his job. Oh this mistakes of
youth. Trish was the best thing that came out of that bad situation,
and she'd be damned if she'd be hurt.
Rebecca snapped herself back as she approached the Sinclair station,
and started filling her car with gas. This was not the time to be
lost in thought. Until backup arrived she was the only hope of their
family getting out alive.
She waited for the car to fill with gas, and kept an eye out for
anyone getting close. It was too random for them to have snipers
out, but hell who knew what resources they had...
When her cell phone rang she jumped, and had to take a few deep
breathes to calm herself down. Luckily it wasn't Jane again, it was
Angel. Thank God!
- Who: Angel Ramirez
Where: Cut Bank, Montana
Location: Cut Bank airport
Time: 8 am (MTZ)
"No, we're coming in to some rinky dink air strip," Angel practically
shouted over her cell to be heard over the plane's engine, which was
pretty much right under her tan Hispanic ass.
The former NYC cop had finally gotten through to Dr. Rebecca Adams and
the two had attempted to coordinate through the sound of the small
plane and of Adams pumping gas at the only 24-hour gas station in all
of Cut Bank, located off of, yep, you guessed it, Main Street.
"Yes, I realize they are all rinky in a town called Cut Bank," she
said with a roll of her eyes. She glanced towards the Whetu brothers
and got a signal from Curtis.
"Looks like we're hitting the ground," Angel said glancing out at the
name scrawled on the side of the large barn-like structure that seemed
to be the commercial airport.
"Douglas Air Strip," Angel read off to Adams. "Half an hour. Fine.
We'll be here and we'll be ready."
Angel didn't hang up the phone, so much as lose her connection. "Adams
is gonna meet us on the ground, so let's get this show on the road,"
Angel griped, not happy about the close quarters, the minuscule size
of the plane or the fact that time was running very short.
She didn't know why, but something in her gut told her that the Swede
and Xu would try to make a run for the border that very day!
- Who: Angie Ramirez & Rebecca Adams
Where: Cut Bank, Montana
Location: Municipal Airport
When: 8:25 am (MST)
Angie crossed the small airport's tarmack in only a
few strides as she made her way towards the waiting
form of Dr. Rebecca Adams. Since the Whetu brothers
were lags behind her, she took the opportunity to talk
to the doctor as a worried friend, and not as a
"How you holding up, Becca?" the former NYC cop asked,
concern written across her face.
Rebecca smiled. Where to start? She knew now was not
the time to spill her doubts about her ability to stay
with the team. There was enough to worry about
without adding one more. Besides as soon as the
brothers got close they'd have to change to business
"I've been better. Already had to fend off a
call from the mother-in-law. She's not gonna take the
'Trish doesn't want to talk to anyone' excuse for
long. If I'm lucky this won't end up in family court
again. How bout you?"
"Usually, nerves frayed, and dealing with Tweedle-dumb and dumber
ain't helpin," Angie said with a thick dose of her Latina Brooklyn
accent. Then she sighed. "But you know, they're grieving and worried
too, so I cut 'em some slack."
Looking back at the brothers made their way over, she gestured for
Adams. "C'mon, time's wasting, and we have to get to the border
guards. I have a feeling today's the day they are gonna make a run
for it, and we've got to get to them before they decide Jessica's
sister isn't worth keeping around anymore."
Rebecca nodded. "I agree. They have the upper hand, but with any
luck we'll be able to flush them out in time."
ooc: jp goodness