AN: I am having heaps of fun writing this and love the reviews I got. I
hope you're enjoying this. Dedicated to Jen for joining in my 'Planeteer-y-
ness' with me, for a moment.
Disclaimer: Ted Turner owns the Planeteers, Captain Planet, Gaia and the villains. I own Nadia, Nikolai and Tatiana.
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Linka didn't want to hang around the factory after that and decided to see what Plunder was up to. After all, it had to be something that would leave everyone in debt and the land ruined.
Linka decided to walk to the mines and try and find out exactly what Plunder wanted them for.
But Linka was virtually lost in the factory, the maze of stairwells and hallways. She ended up in an abandoned office. Turning around, she came face to face with Bleak.
"End of the line, Pesk-a-teer," Bleak grinned meanly.
"Wind!" Linka shouted and a gust of wind blasted at Bleak and slammed the door shut. Linka jumped over Bleak's fallen form and tried to open the door. But when it had slammed, the deadlock had latched.
Bleak pulled Linka down by her ankle and with single blow, knocked her out.
"Teach you to meddle, Eco-Brat."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Linka groaned, her head was aching. What had happened?
She opened her eyes and jumped in fright. She was tied to a chair and gagged in the office, and the door was shut, probably locked.
Linka leant back, completely and utterly stuck. What could she do? Unlikely Ma-ti would sense her from South America.
There was green-tinged gas coming through the air vent. As that thought sunk in, Linka jumped in a vague sense of panic. As she jumped, the ropes around her wrist caught on a loose nail and ripped off.
Rubbing her wrists, Linka aimed her ring in the direction of the air vent. "Wind!"
The gas disappeared back up the air vent, but Linka knew that it would be mere moments before it started again. Plunder was doing on of two things - he was either gassing her to death or it was sleeping gas to put her asleep again. Ripping off her gag, Linka had an idea.
Fumbling for her Planeteer Communicator, Linka flipped it open and started to record a live message.
"Planeteer Alert! Looten Plunder is here, in my home town and he has me prisoner. He is trying to gas me as I speak. I need help to close his scheme down!" Linka cried out, noticing more green gas floating out of the air vent.
No body got the message. There was nothing else Linka could do but wait till someone did receive the message and send a reply. Maybe it would be better if she let things 'go with the flow' and see where she ended up.
Knotting the gag back around her mouth, Linka was slumped, unconscious in the chair.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Wheeler was exhausted. He'd been clubbing with a few old school friends, which hadn't exactly been Wheeler's definition fun. Beach parties were cooler, in his definition but this was Brooklyn.
He turned down his mom's offers of food and flopped on his bed, trying to sleep. But the heat was unbearable, and Wheeler's family didn't have an air- conditioner.
So, sleeping.
But, there was some annoying beeping noise keeping Wheeler awake. Rolling off his bed, Wheeler looked around for the object making the beeping.
Not his computer, it hadn't been turned on since Wheeler was thirteen. His clock radio was broken, his walkman had no batteries and . his Planeteer Communicator. That had to be it.
Wheeler found the jeans he had been wearing and pulled the Communicator out. Flipping it open, Wheeler rolled his eyes to find 4 new messages. One from each of his friends.
From Kwame, Gi and Ma-ti, all 'hope everything is okay,' messages. Wheeler looked forward to Linka's message. She hadn't said anything to him about 'them' since the night on the beach, and Wheeler was hoping if he didn't mention it, Linka would want to talk and stuff. And they hadn't had a moment alone since. Wheeler had half wanted Linka to come to Brooklyn with him, except his neighbourhood was so dump-like and he knew Linka would never miss out on a chance to see her grandmother and brother.
"Planeteer Alert! Looten Plunder is here, in my home town and he has me prisoner. He is trying to gas me as I speak. I need help to close his scheme down!"
Wheeler sat in shock for a moment. Linka was in trouble and needed Planeteer help. He didn't spring into action for a moment - he blamed it on sleep deprivation over the last eighteen hours.
Within thirty seconds, Wheeler had recorded a new message for Gi, Kwame and Ma-ti, to live video message him back. Luckily, Gi and Kwame replied instantly.
"Yes, I just got Linka's message, Wheeler. We need to go to Russia now," Kwame said.
"I've tried to get in touch with Ma-ti and Linka, but neither of them are answering," Gi sighed.
"Linka has to be okay," Wheeler muttered.
"She will be okay, Wheeler. I will leave now, and pick Gi up in the Geo- Cruiser. Then I will pick up you, and then Ma-ti. Gi and Wheeler, you should both keep messaging Ma-ti and Linka until they reply. And Wheeler, keep in touch with Gi."
"Okay."
"See you soon."
Wheeler started a new message for Linka, but all of the ones he wrote seemed superficial and corny. 'Wow,' he thought, 'I must really like Linka if none of my messages are any good.' Some of them were good, just not for Linka.
Luckily, Ma-ti was reached by Gi, and messaged Wheeler to tell him. Now, it was the Waiting Game.
*~*~*~*~*~* Linka blinked. Where was she? Her eyes felt like they were full of grit and sand. And her wrists felt positively bruised and her hands were fuzzy, like the circulation was being cut off.
Right. She was in a cave-like room. With a cold sense of dread, Linka realised she recognized the cave-room; from when her grandfather brought her down the mines. This was once used as a storage room, but the roof and floor was no longer stable.
A lantern glowed by the door, a heavy black steel thing. Linka was tied to a wooden support beam, her ankles and knees tied together, her waist tied to the beam, her wrists tied behind her and a gag around her mouth.
But what shook Linka the most was how much heavy machinery was in the cave- room. Now, the floor were only made up of some mostly-rotten wooden planks nailed haphazardly down. In fact, there was there was gaps between each board, almost two inches wide. And Linka could see the wooden planks bending underneath the weight of the machinery.
Linka's eyes widened as she saw a rat scuttle past. Linka loved animals; Planeteers had to as a rule. But rats reminded her of Verminous Skumm and Verminous Skumm reminded her of being hooked on Bliss.
There was absolutely nothing Linka could do. Her Communicator was in her pocket, but her hands were literally tied. Actually, the only thing she could do was to try and loosen her wrist ropes - not only to try and get out, but so her circulation wasn't cut off all together.
And, Linka could almost here the floor bending.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"So, do we know anything?" Wheeler said, co-piloting the Geo-Cruiser. He had filled in his time by catching up on sleep. Linka's life hung in the balance, and any stupid screw ups could kill her.
"I found one small article mentioning 'Looten Plunder'," Gi said, laptop balanced in front of her. "But it's in Russian, and none of the Russian translators I have are accurate enough. I can't read any of it."
"Has anybody heard from Linka?" Ma-ti asked. "Maybe she got one of our messages."
"No, I checked just a minute ago," Gi said.
"We will be there on time. Ma-ti, use your power to see if you can hear her thoughts," Kwame, who was pilot, suggested.
"Okay. Heart." Ma-ti closed his eyes, while he focused on Linka's thoughts. They were very faint. "She is frightened and angry.and the only image I can see is of a rat," Ma-ti frowned. "It did not look like she was being held in a building. There was lots of dirt on the floor, and huge gappy planks of wood."
"A cave?" Kwame suggested.
"Not in Linka's town," Gi said.
"A mine?" Kwame said.
"Definitely," Wheeler injected. "Okay, there's the landing strip."
The Geo-Cruiser set down.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Looten Plunder looked over the crowd of townspeople. Excellent.
"Hello, everyone," he said, smiling. "I am Mr Plunder, the owner of your mines, and the new printing factory." As he stopped to take a breath, he realised that half the towns people couldn't understand English.
That was tough luck.
"I have decided to use the mines as a disposable unit," Looten declared. "I am currently having it filled with this town's waste, and then we will add explosives. Not only will we blow up the garbage, turning it into nothing, but we will have a pit for waste products - and this will save me a lot of money."
The townspeople cheered at the mention of money, probably being the only English word some of them knew.
Looten smiled as his workers continued filling the mine. He'd be getting rid of more than garbage; he was getting rid of an Eco-Brat and Captain Planet.
Because no one would be able to find the girl's ring once the explosives ripped through the mines.
*~*~*~*~*~*
AN: Dun dun dun.*g* I hope you're enjoying this. More tomorrow/soon. Please review and some constructive criticism would be held close to my heart.
Disclaimer: Ted Turner owns the Planeteers, Captain Planet, Gaia and the villains. I own Nadia, Nikolai and Tatiana.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Linka didn't want to hang around the factory after that and decided to see what Plunder was up to. After all, it had to be something that would leave everyone in debt and the land ruined.
Linka decided to walk to the mines and try and find out exactly what Plunder wanted them for.
But Linka was virtually lost in the factory, the maze of stairwells and hallways. She ended up in an abandoned office. Turning around, she came face to face with Bleak.
"End of the line, Pesk-a-teer," Bleak grinned meanly.
"Wind!" Linka shouted and a gust of wind blasted at Bleak and slammed the door shut. Linka jumped over Bleak's fallen form and tried to open the door. But when it had slammed, the deadlock had latched.
Bleak pulled Linka down by her ankle and with single blow, knocked her out.
"Teach you to meddle, Eco-Brat."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Linka groaned, her head was aching. What had happened?
She opened her eyes and jumped in fright. She was tied to a chair and gagged in the office, and the door was shut, probably locked.
Linka leant back, completely and utterly stuck. What could she do? Unlikely Ma-ti would sense her from South America.
There was green-tinged gas coming through the air vent. As that thought sunk in, Linka jumped in a vague sense of panic. As she jumped, the ropes around her wrist caught on a loose nail and ripped off.
Rubbing her wrists, Linka aimed her ring in the direction of the air vent. "Wind!"
The gas disappeared back up the air vent, but Linka knew that it would be mere moments before it started again. Plunder was doing on of two things - he was either gassing her to death or it was sleeping gas to put her asleep again. Ripping off her gag, Linka had an idea.
Fumbling for her Planeteer Communicator, Linka flipped it open and started to record a live message.
"Planeteer Alert! Looten Plunder is here, in my home town and he has me prisoner. He is trying to gas me as I speak. I need help to close his scheme down!" Linka cried out, noticing more green gas floating out of the air vent.
No body got the message. There was nothing else Linka could do but wait till someone did receive the message and send a reply. Maybe it would be better if she let things 'go with the flow' and see where she ended up.
Knotting the gag back around her mouth, Linka was slumped, unconscious in the chair.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Wheeler was exhausted. He'd been clubbing with a few old school friends, which hadn't exactly been Wheeler's definition fun. Beach parties were cooler, in his definition but this was Brooklyn.
He turned down his mom's offers of food and flopped on his bed, trying to sleep. But the heat was unbearable, and Wheeler's family didn't have an air- conditioner.
So, sleeping.
But, there was some annoying beeping noise keeping Wheeler awake. Rolling off his bed, Wheeler looked around for the object making the beeping.
Not his computer, it hadn't been turned on since Wheeler was thirteen. His clock radio was broken, his walkman had no batteries and . his Planeteer Communicator. That had to be it.
Wheeler found the jeans he had been wearing and pulled the Communicator out. Flipping it open, Wheeler rolled his eyes to find 4 new messages. One from each of his friends.
From Kwame, Gi and Ma-ti, all 'hope everything is okay,' messages. Wheeler looked forward to Linka's message. She hadn't said anything to him about 'them' since the night on the beach, and Wheeler was hoping if he didn't mention it, Linka would want to talk and stuff. And they hadn't had a moment alone since. Wheeler had half wanted Linka to come to Brooklyn with him, except his neighbourhood was so dump-like and he knew Linka would never miss out on a chance to see her grandmother and brother.
"Planeteer Alert! Looten Plunder is here, in my home town and he has me prisoner. He is trying to gas me as I speak. I need help to close his scheme down!"
Wheeler sat in shock for a moment. Linka was in trouble and needed Planeteer help. He didn't spring into action for a moment - he blamed it on sleep deprivation over the last eighteen hours.
Within thirty seconds, Wheeler had recorded a new message for Gi, Kwame and Ma-ti, to live video message him back. Luckily, Gi and Kwame replied instantly.
"Yes, I just got Linka's message, Wheeler. We need to go to Russia now," Kwame said.
"I've tried to get in touch with Ma-ti and Linka, but neither of them are answering," Gi sighed.
"Linka has to be okay," Wheeler muttered.
"She will be okay, Wheeler. I will leave now, and pick Gi up in the Geo- Cruiser. Then I will pick up you, and then Ma-ti. Gi and Wheeler, you should both keep messaging Ma-ti and Linka until they reply. And Wheeler, keep in touch with Gi."
"Okay."
"See you soon."
Wheeler started a new message for Linka, but all of the ones he wrote seemed superficial and corny. 'Wow,' he thought, 'I must really like Linka if none of my messages are any good.' Some of them were good, just not for Linka.
Luckily, Ma-ti was reached by Gi, and messaged Wheeler to tell him. Now, it was the Waiting Game.
*~*~*~*~*~* Linka blinked. Where was she? Her eyes felt like they were full of grit and sand. And her wrists felt positively bruised and her hands were fuzzy, like the circulation was being cut off.
Right. She was in a cave-like room. With a cold sense of dread, Linka realised she recognized the cave-room; from when her grandfather brought her down the mines. This was once used as a storage room, but the roof and floor was no longer stable.
A lantern glowed by the door, a heavy black steel thing. Linka was tied to a wooden support beam, her ankles and knees tied together, her waist tied to the beam, her wrists tied behind her and a gag around her mouth.
But what shook Linka the most was how much heavy machinery was in the cave- room. Now, the floor were only made up of some mostly-rotten wooden planks nailed haphazardly down. In fact, there was there was gaps between each board, almost two inches wide. And Linka could see the wooden planks bending underneath the weight of the machinery.
Linka's eyes widened as she saw a rat scuttle past. Linka loved animals; Planeteers had to as a rule. But rats reminded her of Verminous Skumm and Verminous Skumm reminded her of being hooked on Bliss.
There was absolutely nothing Linka could do. Her Communicator was in her pocket, but her hands were literally tied. Actually, the only thing she could do was to try and loosen her wrist ropes - not only to try and get out, but so her circulation wasn't cut off all together.
And, Linka could almost here the floor bending.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"So, do we know anything?" Wheeler said, co-piloting the Geo-Cruiser. He had filled in his time by catching up on sleep. Linka's life hung in the balance, and any stupid screw ups could kill her.
"I found one small article mentioning 'Looten Plunder'," Gi said, laptop balanced in front of her. "But it's in Russian, and none of the Russian translators I have are accurate enough. I can't read any of it."
"Has anybody heard from Linka?" Ma-ti asked. "Maybe she got one of our messages."
"No, I checked just a minute ago," Gi said.
"We will be there on time. Ma-ti, use your power to see if you can hear her thoughts," Kwame, who was pilot, suggested.
"Okay. Heart." Ma-ti closed his eyes, while he focused on Linka's thoughts. They were very faint. "She is frightened and angry.and the only image I can see is of a rat," Ma-ti frowned. "It did not look like she was being held in a building. There was lots of dirt on the floor, and huge gappy planks of wood."
"A cave?" Kwame suggested.
"Not in Linka's town," Gi said.
"A mine?" Kwame said.
"Definitely," Wheeler injected. "Okay, there's the landing strip."
The Geo-Cruiser set down.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Looten Plunder looked over the crowd of townspeople. Excellent.
"Hello, everyone," he said, smiling. "I am Mr Plunder, the owner of your mines, and the new printing factory." As he stopped to take a breath, he realised that half the towns people couldn't understand English.
That was tough luck.
"I have decided to use the mines as a disposable unit," Looten declared. "I am currently having it filled with this town's waste, and then we will add explosives. Not only will we blow up the garbage, turning it into nothing, but we will have a pit for waste products - and this will save me a lot of money."
The townspeople cheered at the mention of money, probably being the only English word some of them knew.
Looten smiled as his workers continued filling the mine. He'd be getting rid of more than garbage; he was getting rid of an Eco-Brat and Captain Planet.
Because no one would be able to find the girl's ring once the explosives ripped through the mines.
*~*~*~*~*~*
AN: Dun dun dun.*g* I hope you're enjoying this. More tomorrow/soon. Please review and some constructive criticism would be held close to my heart.