Missions of the Retrieval Team - A Kilt By Any Other Name

**Clockwork John** · 10th August 08, 03:16 PM

I'm really enjoying this one... I can't wait to see if/how my character will be used... Will I be a rebellious freedom fighter, or a mindless cog in an oppressive system...?

I'd be fine with either one!

**Arlen** · 10th August 08, 04:34 PM

Originally Posted by davedove

Arlen, I want to thank you. You've just given me the inspiration for another commercial.

I live but to serve

Still no popcorn so for the moment oatcakes and cheese will suffice.

**davedove** · 11th August 08, 04:49 AM

Scene 17

County Jail

Our kiss lasted for several long moments before the man snapped out of his shock. “Di, we don’t have time for this.”

I pushed her away from me. “He’s right,” I said to her. “We have to go.” I spoke to the man. “My two friends, in the other cells.”

“I’m on it,” he said. Something about his voice was familiar.

The woman, Diane, was still staring at me, her hand caressing my face. Looking at her, I realized who she was. To our organization back on our world she was known as SexyButler.

“I thought you were dead,” she said.

“I’ll explain later,” I promised. “We have to go.” I pulled her from the cell.

The man had released Ms. Hawk and was releasing Ms. Raven as I left my cell with Diane. As Ms. Raven stepped out the man asked me, “Is that everyone?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “Get us out of here.”

The man led us through the building towards the front.

“Our gear,” Ms. Raven protested.

“No time,” our rescuer declared.

“Make time,” I ordered and turned to Ms. Raven. “The DF unit, find it.”

“The what?” the man demanded.

“We need it,” was all I told him.

I looked around the jailhouse. Several deputies lie dead on the floor. I looked up at the man, who was waiting impatiently.

“It’s war,” was all he said to me.

“Got it,” Ms. Raven called from across the room. I noticed she had also grabbed the pack with the rest of her gear. Ms. Hawk had also grabbed something, the holster containing her favorite handgun.

“Good, can we go now?” the man asked impatiently.

“Lead the way,” I told him.

He led us through the front door of the building. Outside we encountered another masked, kilted man standing guard next to a running van. Someone sat in the driver’s seat, ready to take off.

“Inside,” the new man ordered. My associates jumped inside and I followed closely behind with Diane. As we settled ourselves on the floor of the vehicle, Diane snuggled up next to me, her eyes never leaving my face.

Our rescuer jumped into the front passenger seat while the other man climbed in after us, sliding the door shut behind him.

“Go,” ordered our rescuer.

The driver threw the van into gear and stomped on the gas pedal. The wheels of the vehicle squealed on the pavement as we pulled away from the jail.

**Jock Scot** · 11th August 08, 07:51 AM

There has been no gaol built, in any time span, that can hold our team.

**CactusJack** · 11th August 08, 07:59 AM

The woman, Diane, was still staring at me, her hand caressing my face. Looking at her, I realized who she was. To our organization back on our world she was known as SexyButler.

You know as her big brother I'm quite shocked at her behavior......