Home...
It was later that same day that we boarded Lady Penelope's golf cart, having piled my new suitcases onto an accompanying trolley and trundled over to her private airstrip.
We didn't have to wait long before a small, but powerful, jet swooped low over the airfield, made a perfect landing and taxied over to us. The pilot disembarked.
It was Scott Tracy. He warmly greeted Lady Penelope and Parker.
"What's this? Am I seeing a ghost?" He joked as he turned to me.
"Reports of my death are grossly exaggerated." I quoted Mark Twain. "Thanks for offering to take me home."
"Well if you're dead, it's a little awkward to use a commercial flight." He said. "And it's either this or we ship you home in your coffin."
"No thanks." I wrinkled my nose in distaste.
"No, it would be a little stuffy." He agreed. "Also, I hope you don't mind, Chris, but we're taking another passenger as well. He opened the passenger door and assisted the occupant out.
"Trixie!" I gasped.
"Hello, dear. I'm so glad to see you again. When I heard that that evil man had kidnapped you I was extremely concerned."
"When you heard... Trixie! You know these people?"
"Oh, yes. I've had a long association with International Rescue. Lady Penelope has been most helpful to me. I must admit though," she grasped Scott's arm and looked up at him longingly, "this is the first time that I've met one of the handsome Tracy Boys... apart from Gordon, of course, and he didn't know who I was." Scott smiled at her a little awkwardly.
"And just who are you Trixie?" I enquired.
"Oh, I'm an International Rescue operative - Auckland section." Trixie let go of Scott's arm.
"So I'm to be your assistant!"
"I was so pleased to hear that it was you." Trixie took my hand. "I know we'll work well together."
"We were glad that Trixie was there to keep an eye on you, until Parker and I were able to arrive." Lady Penelope told me.
"I'm sorry I didn't do a better job." Trixie admonished herself.
Scott and Parker had set about loading the plane with my luggage. Lady Penelope, Trixie, and I supervised.
That task finished Scott headed back to the cockpit. "I nearly forgot," he was saying, "I've got something for you, Chris." He reached in and pulled out a small item.
It was my camera.
"Gordon forgot he had it until after you'd left us." Scott explained. He feels terrible. He would have liked to have returned it himself, but he's been grounded over a practical joke."
"The piano?" I hazarded.
Scott's face broke into a grin. "Ah, you've heard. It rather backfired on him."
I thanked Lady Penelope and Parker for all the help and support they'd been to me over the last few days. Somehow mere words seemed insufficient.
"I'm glad that we were able to be of service." Lady Penelope said graciously.
Parker handed me something. "It was the lock off my suitcase. The one that was supposed to be burglar proof. "Better make sure the Tracy's give you better security than that." He told me with a wink.
"Ah, thanks Parker."
Scott, Trixie and I boarded the plane. The take off was smooth and effortless. Scott banked at the end of the airstrip and made a low pass back past Lady Penelope and Parker. I waved, said a mental goodbye to the great mansion and settled back for the flight home. The flight back to my life in Auckland.
My life as Chris Brown, International Rescue's newest agent!
The End
Thank you to everyone who gave me such positive reviews. Now the challenge is for someone to pick up where I left off and see what other adventures Chris Brown, Trixie and the International Rescue team can get up to. Remember though this was originally conceived as a story where the reader participates in the story. If you want to attempt a "Participation" type story - go for it! Advance warning, it doesn't pay to include things such as the Eighteen Twelve Overture. It ends up as the Chris8ChrisBrown Overture.
Congratulations to those who clicked onto the fact that Trixie was an agent for International Rescue. I didn't know myself until after I thought I'd finished the story. It was my mother who pointed out that Trixie would make and ideal agent.
Thanks again
Purupuss
It was later that same day that we boarded Lady Penelope's golf cart, having piled my new suitcases onto an accompanying trolley and trundled over to her private airstrip.
We didn't have to wait long before a small, but powerful, jet swooped low over the airfield, made a perfect landing and taxied over to us. The pilot disembarked.
It was Scott Tracy. He warmly greeted Lady Penelope and Parker.
"What's this? Am I seeing a ghost?" He joked as he turned to me.
"Reports of my death are grossly exaggerated." I quoted Mark Twain. "Thanks for offering to take me home."
"Well if you're dead, it's a little awkward to use a commercial flight." He said. "And it's either this or we ship you home in your coffin."
"No thanks." I wrinkled my nose in distaste.
"No, it would be a little stuffy." He agreed. "Also, I hope you don't mind, Chris, but we're taking another passenger as well. He opened the passenger door and assisted the occupant out.
"Trixie!" I gasped.
"Hello, dear. I'm so glad to see you again. When I heard that that evil man had kidnapped you I was extremely concerned."
"When you heard... Trixie! You know these people?"
"Oh, yes. I've had a long association with International Rescue. Lady Penelope has been most helpful to me. I must admit though," she grasped Scott's arm and looked up at him longingly, "this is the first time that I've met one of the handsome Tracy Boys... apart from Gordon, of course, and he didn't know who I was." Scott smiled at her a little awkwardly.
"And just who are you Trixie?" I enquired.
"Oh, I'm an International Rescue operative - Auckland section." Trixie let go of Scott's arm.
"So I'm to be your assistant!"
"I was so pleased to hear that it was you." Trixie took my hand. "I know we'll work well together."
"We were glad that Trixie was there to keep an eye on you, until Parker and I were able to arrive." Lady Penelope told me.
"I'm sorry I didn't do a better job." Trixie admonished herself.
Scott and Parker had set about loading the plane with my luggage. Lady Penelope, Trixie, and I supervised.
That task finished Scott headed back to the cockpit. "I nearly forgot," he was saying, "I've got something for you, Chris." He reached in and pulled out a small item.
It was my camera.
"Gordon forgot he had it until after you'd left us." Scott explained. He feels terrible. He would have liked to have returned it himself, but he's been grounded over a practical joke."
"The piano?" I hazarded.
Scott's face broke into a grin. "Ah, you've heard. It rather backfired on him."
I thanked Lady Penelope and Parker for all the help and support they'd been to me over the last few days. Somehow mere words seemed insufficient.
"I'm glad that we were able to be of service." Lady Penelope said graciously.
Parker handed me something. "It was the lock off my suitcase. The one that was supposed to be burglar proof. "Better make sure the Tracy's give you better security than that." He told me with a wink.
"Ah, thanks Parker."
Scott, Trixie and I boarded the plane. The take off was smooth and effortless. Scott banked at the end of the airstrip and made a low pass back past Lady Penelope and Parker. I waved, said a mental goodbye to the great mansion and settled back for the flight home. The flight back to my life in Auckland.
My life as Chris Brown, International Rescue's newest agent!
The End
Thank you to everyone who gave me such positive reviews. Now the challenge is for someone to pick up where I left off and see what other adventures Chris Brown, Trixie and the International Rescue team can get up to. Remember though this was originally conceived as a story where the reader participates in the story. If you want to attempt a "Participation" type story - go for it! Advance warning, it doesn't pay to include things such as the Eighteen Twelve Overture. It ends up as the Chris8ChrisBrown Overture.
Congratulations to those who clicked onto the fact that Trixie was an agent for International Rescue. I didn't know myself until after I thought I'd finished the story. It was my mother who pointed out that Trixie would make and ideal agent.
Thanks again
Purupuss