ENTER THE STALKERS 3: RAINBOW SLAYER
The Merry Prankster
Chapter Two: Operation Pandora Trigger (Part1)
Northeast Community Police Station
Los Angeles, California 2005 hours September 3, 2000 (Wandererverse)
"HEART, SLOAN, get your butts in here right now!!"
JD Heart turned to her partner and lover, "You go on ahead, I need to check my messages. Katie promised she would call when they got to the museum."
Steve Sloan, whispered "Just don't be too long, you know how the Captain is."
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The captain was talking on the phone when Steve walked in. It was obvious from the look on his face that something was going down in his city and he was not happy about it. Putting down the phone, he asked Steve, "Where's your partner?"
The detective sat down in front of the desk. "JD won't be long. One of her former students took Katie to the Egyptian exhibit at the Museum of Art. So, she just had to check up on her daughter. You know how mothers are."
A look of concern came over the captain's face and was quickly replaced by a businesslike expression. "Oh alright, we've got some serious shit going down. It seems that.."
A very loud "SON OF A BITCH" filled the air, cutting off any further information from the captain. A long stream of cursing in various languages began to get louder and louder as the speaker approached the office. Finally, a very angry detective and mother stormed into the office. The captain waited for her to shut the door before commenting. "I see you heard about the museum."
Finally the blonde detective calmed down enough to answer "If it's about a terrorist attack, yeah I heard. Katie called a couple of minutes ago and left a message, saying that armed gunmen of Middle Eastern origin had begun taking prisoners. Anthony, her escort, and she were able to hide out in a restroom and avoid capture."
The Captain stood up and ordered, "Just hold it right there. I know you want to go over there and get your little girl home. Hell, I want the same thing but we are going to have go by the book on this one. I just got off the phone with the governor and before that, the Feds. A hostage rescue team is enroute even as we speak. Uniform units have already cordoned off the block. I want you two to go down there and take charge until the feds arrive on the scene."
Both detectives nodded in agreement and got up to leave. JD's hand was on the doorknob when the captain emphasized, "Make sure everything is in place and up to speed when the Feds arrive. JD, I am giving you a direct order. Do not go in on your own. Wait for the hostage rescue team to arrive."
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JD checked her weapon one last time and replaced it in her holster. She was putting on her jacket when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she asked. "Yes?"
Steve held up both hands to placate his partner, "Look JD, the captain is right. We have to wait for the Feds to show up. Besides, she has Anthony there to watch over her."
A flash of red appeared in her eyes for a second, as she growled "And that boy had better keep my daughter in a safe place, or I will kick his butt into next year. If I find out that my little girl is anyway hurt in this.."
"JD, knowing your daughter, do you really think Anthony will be able to force Katie to stay anywhere she doesn't want to be?"
JD shook her head and began walking towards the door, sighing "Point taken."
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The police had cordoned off a two-block perimeter around the museum. News travels fast and a crowd had already gathered at the roadblock. One of the onlookers, a nondescript young man with black hair thought And so it begins. The LAPD has good reaction times, it won't be long for the American counter-terrorist team to arrive. A soft beeping noise came from his watch. Looking down, he smiled, Well, I had better leave now if I hope to make it to Tokyo in time. Oh well, No rest for the wicked.
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Chancellor Palpatine's Office The Galactic Senate Planet Coruscant Star Wars Universe 31 BSW (Star Wars Universe)
The newly elected chancellor stood up and walked over to the large window and peered down at the ongoing rush of speeders. For the last few weeks following the disappearance of the meddling stranger known as Saint, Palpatine had gone over record after record. Trying to discover where this annoying do-gooder and his Jedi companions had vanished to, he thought First, you mess up my plans with the Naboo and then warned the Jedi Council so they are now watching my every move. The Force tells me you will either be the key to my ruling the galaxy or my downfall. But you are nowhere to be found. Now where did you run off to, young Anthony? A moment later, he detected the presence of a very powerful being in this very room.
"Perhaps I can help you find out, Chancellor? Or should I say Lord Sidious"
Palpatine turned around and faced the speaker, hidden beneath a dark robe and snarled "I don't know what you are talking about. More importantly, who are you and how did you get past my guards?"
The leader of the Republic and Sith was answered with a soft giggle. The woman walked over to a nearby chair and sat down. She pulled down her cowl and answered, "Who I am is not important as is how I got past your guards. What is important is the fact that I can help you achieve your goals."
"Oh really, and how can you help me with my goals?"
"Lets just say, I can point you in the right direction in your search for this Anthony Christopher's home world. For that is where he went to."
"I see, and what do you want in return for this generous aid?" asked the Sith.
The woman, also known as Discord leaned forward and rested her shin on her hands. "Oh not much. Just your help in taking care of some bothersome do- gooders on that world will be enough. You see, they have foiled my plans one time too many."
Palpatine smiled "Then let us discuss the possibilities that this potential alliance may bring for both of us."
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Los Angeles County Museum of Art Los Angeles, California 2015 hours September 3, 2000 (Wandererverse)
The soft thuds of footsteps faded away as the terrorists moved away from the restroom area. Saint closed his eyes, reached out through the Force and tried to pinpoint the number of nearby lifeforms. After a couple of seconds, he turned to his companion and said, "There's only one lifeform nearby. Everybody else has gone."
Katie nodded and began walking towards the door, replying "Good, that will make our getting out of here much easier."
Saint's eyes grew wide as he moved in front of the Amazon. Reaching out to stop her, he shook his head. "Look Katie, Steve told us to stay put and wait for the cavalry to show up. We are going to do just that." Katie turned around and gave him a hard stare, which was acknowledged with a sigh," Katie, I just don't want to see you get hurt. Besides, your mother expects me to look out for you."
"Oh, and this from the man who charged headlong into a warehouse full of criminals to rescue kidnapped children?"
"Katie, that was a entirely different situation." He held up his hands, signaling her to let him continue, "One, I only had to worry about myself. So if something did go wrong, I'd be responsible only for my death. Two, I was young and did many foolish things back then. I'm not the same person."
Katie arched one eyebrow, making it clear that she did not believe him. "YOU were only a year younger then. And, you are going to sit back in the ladies room and wait to be rescued?"
Saint returned her questioning look with an evil grin. "Actually, I was planning on taking a look around myself and see if I can nail down the number of guards, where they are located, and the location of the hostages. I can use the Force to disguise my presence."
Her anger rising, Katie poked the young man with her finger. "If you think, I am going to wait here while you are gallivanting throughout the museum. You had better think twice buster. Either I am coming with you or I'm leaving after you have gone."
"Katie, you remember that scene in the first Star Wars movie where Obi Wan was running around the Death Star to turn off the tractor beam. He used the Force to distract the stormtroopers and reach his destination unnoticed. I have learned that move and can use it against the terrorists. How are you going get past the bad guys if you don't have the use of the Force?"
Katie matched Saint's grin with one of her own, "True, but you have ever played hide and go seek with my mom? Plus I have Godzilla watching my back." Stepping back she looked him over from head to toe before continuing "Though I do enjoy watching yours, you don't have anybody to cover yours."
A rustling noise came from within the air conditioning vent. Putting his finger to his lips, Saint moved to the side and quietly removed the vent. Katie walked under the vent and held out her hands to catch the iguana as he emerged. Placing the guardian spirit on the ground, the young Amazon reflected on her previous conversation and shook her head. Oh crap, I'm beginning to sound like mom.
A mental snigger caused her to look at the reptile. Her face turned a brilliant shade of red as Godzilla commented. You had better watch it or Faith will start asking which one is which when you and your mom are together.
Just shut up.
Saint leaned back against the counter and watched the silent exchange. I'd better get everybody back on track. Softly clearing his voice to gain the other's attention, the young man began, "Okay, here's the plan. Godzilla, I need you to check out the balconies and second floor. Report back to Katie everything you see. Katie, you are with me. I can use the Force to disguise both of our presence. But if we are to have any hope in keeping you hidden from the bad guys, I need you to stay close."
Both Katie and Godzilla nodded in understanding. Katie began to replace her guardian spirit back in the vent.Take the air vent to the second floor and stay out of sight.
No problem, I'm on it. replied Godzilla
The guardian spirit scampered into the duct while Saint and Katie began final preparations. Saint turned to Katie as they were about to leave. "Katie you need to put away the Uzi. One shot will bring the entire band of rag heads on us. All we are to do this time out is to watch and report back what we find out to the authorities."
"Then by all means, lets be on our way." Replied Katie.
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Heart Residence Los Angeles, California September 3, 2000 2015 hours (The Wandererverse)
Releasing a long held sigh, Obi Wan Kenobi placed the telephone back on the counter. He thought back to the message from his friend. Anthony, Anthony, Anthony. I swear it's a tossup between who is more reckless at times. You or Master Jinn. He took a drink of root beer before placing the call to his former teacher and Master Jedi.
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Bradford Gardens Sunnydale, California September 3, 2000 2015 hours (The Wandererverse)
It did not take long for the Jedi to settle in their roles on this world. Obi Wan had started taking classes with Saint at UCLA. The young man enjoyed the classes on Earth history interesting. Particularly, those concerning British and Celtic history. His 'father', Qui Gon, was posing as a private investigator with a firm closely associated with Section 7 during the day and helping out with patrolling the Hellmouth at night.
Tonight, the Jedi Master had accompanied Shaw and Faith on such a patrol. The gentle hum of the lightsaber faded into silence as Qui Gon turned off the weapon. A soft musical tone caught his ear and he pulled out a cell phone. Not as advanced as the comlinks I'm used to. But they are sufficient. thought the Jedi. The group paused as he answered the phone.
"Hello Obi Wan. How are your studies proceeding?"
The girls watched on as he talked into the receiver.
"Yes, I remember that Anthony is taking Katie to the art museum. Why are you asking?" He listened a few more minutes, " Did you tell him to wait for the authorities to handle the matter and not rush in? Yes, I know he's a little reckless at times and come to think of it, so is she. Does Detective Heart know?"
The Jedi master shook his head in resignation as he closed up the cell phone. His expression was noted by the Soul Sisters and Shaw asked. "Master Jinn, what is the matter?"
Qui Gon turned to face her and replied, "That was Obi Wan. Apparently terrorists have seized the Los Angeles County Museum of Art."
Faith piped in, "Let me guess. Grasshopper and Match Girl were having a night of high culture when the terrorists crashed and ruined everything."
"Anthony and Katie managed to escape being captured and have been told to stay out of sight and wait for help to arrive." Continued Qui Gon.
Shaw thought for a moment. "You do realize that the odds of Anthony and Katie not doing something reckless, say, taking out the terrorists on their own and rescuing the hostages are slim to none. Even if Anthony has managed to follow instructions, there is the matter of Katie. She is after all JD Heart's daughter in every sense of the word and will not take this sitting down. Even Anthony will have a hard time keeping her under control."
Qui Gon nodded in agreement, adding "Well, at least they agreed to limit their actions at this time to scouting out the enemy and gathering information for the authorities."
Faith snorted and commented "Yeah, right. You actually expect Grasshopper to limit his activities to gathering information after all that happened in the other universe. Tell me another one."
"Be that as it may. I have faith that Anthony and Katie will wait until the right moment to strike. Of that, I am sure of." Added Qui Gon as the three moved off to complete their patrol.
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Obi Wan had just settled down to attend to the assigned readings from class when the doorbell rang. I wonder who can that be at this hour? thought the Jedi.
The opening of the front door revealed a roughed up Jessica Jade. The young lady was sporting a large bruise on her cheek and her swollen lip testified to the beating that could no longer be concealed. Without a thought, Obi Wan led her into the house. Closing the door, he asked in a concerned tone. "What happened to you?"
The young girl turned away and in a soft voice, whispered "Oh nothing. I just had an accident. You know, clumsy me. I just stopped by to see if Katie and Anthony have left for the museum. I heard over the radio that something has gone down there but they didn't give any information."
Obi Wan touched her shoulder and replied "I just got off the phone with them. They are just fine. You, on the other hand do not appear to be so."
"Look I told you that it's nothing. So if they're all right, I'll just go home now."
The Jedi sensed that Jessica was not telling the truth about how she got her wounds. Placing himself between the young lady and the door, he stated in a calm voice. "Jessica, you are not all right. Your eyes are still red and puffy from crying and those bruises are not from any accident are they?" Jessica nodded and listened as the Jedi continued. "You can stay here as long as you like."
Obi Wan placed a cup of hot tea in front of the young lady and turned back to get him another cup. While she drank the beverage, the young Jedi was able to get a better look at her and examine her through the Force. She is more badly hurt than she lets on. He finished off his tea and went back to the phone. Jessica looked up and nervously asked. "Who are you calling?"
The Jedi picked up the receiver and replied, "Dr. Sloan over at the hospital."
Jessica's eyes shot open and she begged, "Not that. You can't take me to the hospital."
In a soothing voice Obi Wan answered, "Jessica, you are obviously hurt worse than you let on. Your look when you sat down at the table only confirmed my observation." He walked back over to the girl and continued, "I am only concerned with your health right now. I will do what I can to keep your confidence but you need medical attention and you need it soon. I know that Detective Heart, Katie, Dr. and Detective Sloan consider you to be part of the family. So let us help you."
"Oh, all right, but I'll only talk to Dr. Sloan and nobody else. No other doctors or police, you got that?" commanded the teenager.
Obi Wan began calling Mark to let him know that they were on the way, responded "As you wish. Don't worry everything will turn out okay."
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Los Angeles County Museum of Art Los Angeles, California 2100 hours September 3, 2000 (Wandererverse)
Saint moved to the restroom door and slowly opened it. Fortunately the restroom had two doors, one on each end. The terrorists had left one guard to watch over the front entrance. He had moved over to the door leading to the hall containing a full-scale replica of a Egyptian ship and sat down, smoking a cigarette.
Saint eased his head out of the restroom, looked around, and turned back to his date. In a whisper, he reported. "There's one Tango on this floor, on the opposite end of the room. I also noticed a second Tango walking around the balcony above us."
Katie nodded, "So what's your plan?"
Saint looked up, "When the bad guy up on top moves out of line of site, I'm going to use the Force to cause a distraction and get the ground floor tango's attention. When I give the signal, we are going to rush across the floor to the stairwell. Just follow my lead and we'll get through this okay."
"Okay, I'm right behind you."
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Sodamn Insane had been assigned to patrol the balcony looking over the main entrance. The bored terrorist thought I don't know why Khalifa is so cautious all of a sudden. The infidels will never assault the museum as long as we have the hostages secure and able to be shot down like the dogs they are. With a shake of his head, Sodamn turned around the corner and moved down the other side of the room.
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Saint closed his eyes for a second and sensed that the guard on the balcony was walking away and would be out of sight for a couple of minutes. Reaching out through the Force, he touched the ground floor tango's mind and made him hear something unusual in the other room. Saint held up his right hand near Katie. When the guard got up and moved into the other room to investigate, Saint tapped Katie on the arm and moved quickly to the stairwell.
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While waiting for Saint to give the all clear signal, Katie had been in contact with her guardian spirit. You got anything ?
The lizard had left the air vent and scurried over to a nearby plant. He sent back to her. Yeah, I got one bad guy walking around that balcony above you.
Anthony's already on that. Anything else?
Hold on a minute, I'm moving to a room off to the East. Just as I thought, I've got a second rag-head in that room, off the balcony.
Okay, just keep out of sight and report back. Oh, Gotta go.
Katie felt Anthony tap her shoulder and she broke off contact with Godzilla. In a blink of an eye, the Amazon was following her boyfriend across the hallway.
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LAPD Command Post Los Angeles, California 2100 hours September 3, 2000 (Wandererverse)
The uniformed police officer walked up to the blonde detective. "Detective Heart? All of the roadblocks are set up and manned."
"Very well." JD nodded in acknowledgement and went back to looking at the situation map. She was looking where the police officers were located when her partner walked in.
Steve took a drink of coffee and asked, "How are you holding up?"
JD unclenched her fists and closed her eyes for a second, "I want to go in there and rip every terrorists a new hole. But, I'll follow orders and do my part on this end. So far, the area is secure and all we are doing is waiting for the feds to show up."
"I know how you feel. Be assured, Katie is in good hands. She has Anthony and Godzilla backing her up. Not to mention the protection of Artemis."
"I know, but it's hard not to do anything. I haven't had any contact with her except for that message on my voice mail."
"It's going to be alright. Besides, I just was stopping by to give you the word that the Feds will be here sometime around noon tomorrow. "
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Saint and Katie hugged the wall and waited. Saint glanced around the corner and reached out through the Force. He sensed that the guard was on his way back but they had enough time to get out of the way. With a glance, he led the Amazon around the corner and into a hallway leading to the medieval exhibit. They reached the room just in time. Just as Katie cleared the corner, the guard had resumed his position near the ladies restroom.
Katie paused for a second, nodded and whispered "Godzilla just called in. He's moving across the balcony overlooking the boat exhibit. So far, he's only seen two terrorists."
In an equally quiet voice, Saint responded "That's good, so far we have four confirmed tangos. The boys outside will find that bit of info interesting. I don't sense anybody in the room up ahead. According to the map, the reception area is right after this room."
"Lets go find out where they are holding the hostages."
Saint and Katie crept into the Medieval Hall. It was an apt description. Two late medieval knights in jousting armor occupied the center of the room. Mounted on horses, they were placed as if right before impact. Tapestries and display cases lined the walls. They were moving past the knights when Saint paused suddenly.
Katie was not happy at nearly running into the Jedi-in-Training. She hissed, "Just what are you doing?"
Saint did not say a word but pointed towards the floor. There, across the room were two bodies, one dressed as a caterer and the other a museum guard. Both men were lying in pools of blood, pistols still gripped in cold fingers. In a somber voice Saint commented, "Looks like not everybody got lucky on this one."
Katie snapped out of her shock and suggested, "There's nothing we can do for the guard. But we can still do something for the living. Let's finish the recon."
"Yeah, we have a lot of people counting on what we find out. Okay lets go to the other hallway."
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Saint led Katie up the hallway to the reception room. Holding up his hand, he motioned for the Amazon to stop. He turned back to the doorway and reached out through the Force. Turning around, he led Katie back to the jousting knights. In a quiet voice, he announced, "I detected two lifeforms in the reception area. Odds are they are terrorists."
"So, you going to use that 'Jedi Mind Trick' to get us past them?" asked Katie.
"Do you really have to ask? Lets go."
The Jedi-in-Training eased up to the door. Glancing around the corner, he noticed that the gunman was facing away from him and there was some plants near a temple replica that had been set up in the middle of the room. Focussing on one plant, Saint acted.
The targeted plant crashed down into the other, making a loud noise. Both guards rushed to the temple to investigate the noise. As soon as the nearest guard had moved away, Saint led Katie around the corner and into a room that contained a couple of mummies. Fortunately, there was no body in the room and they were able to take a breather.
Katie leaned against a wall and held out a brochure. Getting her date's attention, she informed, "According to the flier, the next room has a chariot replica and connects the boat room and a minor artifact display area."
"Okay, we'll check out that room, and the artifact room. When we finish the recon, we'll hide out in boat and plan out our next move."
Katie looked at him in surprise, "We are in a museum surrounded by who knows how many hostiles and you don't have a plan?"
Saint shrugged, "I'm making this up as I go. Besides, we got this far already."
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While the two Section 7 members were discussing their next course of action, Godzilla was scurrying over to a second stairway leading to the chariot room. He ducked behind a display case as another middle eastern gunman rounded the corner. He quickly relayed the information to Katie. I am on the balcony overlooking the chariot. I just had another rag head walk past me. That makes three so far on the second floor.
Anything else?
The iguana peered over the edge and spotted two more armed caterers on the ground floor, which he quickly relayed to the Amazon. Yeah, there are two guards on the ground floor, near the chariot. One is standing guard near a doorway on the southeast corner of the room. The second is walking along the south wall of the same room.
Thanks for the heads up. According to the plans, there is a service hallway that leads to a loading entrance. Go see if there are any more bad guys in there.
I'll use the air vent to get there. I'll report back if I see anything there.
You do that.
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"Godzilla just reported that there are two more bad guys in the next room." Reported Katie.
Saint nodded in agreement, "I just sensed their presence. Well here goes nothing."
"Jedi Mind Trick?" asked Katie.
"Jedi Mind Trick."
Saint peered around the corner and noticed that the chariot was placed on a high pedestal of marble. That should give us enough cover. Thought the young man. He waited for the guards to be looking away before rushing over to the pedestal. Crouching behind it, he motioned for the Amazon to join him. Saint closed his eyes for another moment and reached out through the Force.
"I sense a large concentration of life forms in the room to the southeast."
"Looks like we found the hostages." Commented Katie.
Katie peered over the edge of the pedestal. "There's not a lot of cover between us and that door."
"I know, since Godzilla is so small. Tell him to check out those last two rooms when he finishes with the back hallway."
Katie nodded and mentally contacted her guardian spirit. You got that?
Yeah, I just finished looking over that hallway. You can add yet another gunman watching the back door.
That's good to know. I'll relay that to Anthony.
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The police command post was the picture of controlled chaos. For the hundredth time that night, JD had considered turning her badge in to the captain and taking on the terrorists by herself. At least then, I wouldn't have to deal with reporters. thought the blonde detective.
A small red-haired reporter from CNN thrust a microphone in front of JD's face. "Detective Heart, my sources tell me that your daughter is among the people trapped in the museum. Would you care to comment?"
Off to the side, JD's partner, Steve Sloan, watched as a look of anger began to appear on JD's face. Uh oh, I'd better do something fast before that reporter finds herself in the hospital or worse.
Sloan walked up behind the reporter and politely asked, "Uh, Miss Kamazuka, is it?" He waited for the reporter to nod her head in acknowledgment. "I just overheard some people from Fox News saying something about the father of the terrorist leader is answering questions at the 20th Precinct."
JD smiled as she watched the reporter tell the cameraman to stop rolling and get over to the precinct. Walking over to her partner she silently mouthed "Thanks."
Steve was about to answer her when JD's cell phone went off.
"Hello?" The blonde detective motioned Steve to come over. "Young lady, you had better have a good reason for not calling sooner. You had me going crazy wondering if you were all right."
"Is that Katie?" asked Steve.
JD nodded and returned her attention to the person on the other line. Her eyes grew wide as she listened, "You were doing WHAT? Are you two out of your freaking minds?"
Steve shook his head in quiet resignation, "We are talking about your daughter and your former student. Do you really have to ask that question?"
JD walked over to the table and pulled up a seat. "Okay, since you went to the trouble of looking around. You might as well send your intel over here. But, this is my final word on the matter. You and Anthony keep your butts where you are or I will kick them into next week."
Steve waited until the detective had hung up before asking, "What did she have to say?"
"Anthony decided to do a little recon around the museum and Katie convinced him to bring her along. I'm gonna kill that boy when this is over."
"You know when Katie sets her mind on something, nothing or nobody will keep her back."
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, those two managed to discover that there are fifteen terrorists in the building. Anthony has his PDA on him and will be sending us the locations of both the terrorists and hostages. They are hiding out in the boat replica and agreed to stay there until the feds get here."
"Let me guess, they plan on helping out when the rescue force arrives."
"You got it."
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Los Angeles County Museum of Art Los Angeles, California 0500 hours September 4, 2000 (Wandererverse)
"Detective Heart, you have only twenty-three more hours to fulfill my demands. If my brothers are not freed from the infidel prisons by the appointed time, I will begin executing hostages one every hour until my demands are met. Do you understand me?"
Another terrorist walked up to Khalifa as he slammed the phone down.
"Is there anything wrong?"
Khalifa sighed, "No, everything is going according to plan. However, go to our brothers and tell them to keep an eye out for anything unusual. If the authorities follow the script, they will negotiate to drag this out until their hostage rescue team arrives. Once that happens, they will attack."
"Then, we will keep that from happening." Replied the terrorist as he walked out of the room.
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C-17 Globemaster III 20 miles East of Los Angeles 1200 hrs September 4, 2000 (Wandererverse)
The loud whine of four turbofans filled the interior of the cargo aircraft. Unlike commercial airliners, the military does not include anywhere near the same level of soundproofing. In fact the noise level is so loud on most military airlift aircraft that passengers are issued a set of earplugs upon boarding.
Throughout the massive aircraft, Rainbow team members were busy rechecking their weapons one last time while others caught up on a few minutes of sleep. Arkadi Novikov, the Russian team leader had hooked up a lap top computer and was checking the latest intelligence sent by Rainbow 6 back at Hereford. He was so engrossed with the information that he didn't notice Annika Lofquist, the team electronic specialist walk up. In fact, he didn't look up until she tapped him on the shoulder.
"You seem to be a man deep in thought. What are you looking at?" asked Annika.
"Clark sent some information on the freindlies inside. Apparently, one of them is a helicopter pilot, currently serving with the California Nation Guard."
"That doesn't seem to significant." Observed the Swede.
"Normally I'd agree with you." Agreed Arkadi. "However, Clark also sent the pilot's military record. First, he's not even twenty and has already done a tour of duty flying Blackhawks with the American 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment. He was flying the chopper that got shot down in that operation in Mauretania. What's interesting is the large amount of areas classified to a level, only Rainbow 6 could see it and that is with a direct presidential order."
"That is interesting. So he was probably doing some black ops."
Arkadi nodded, "The record also shows, this Anthony Christopher is a crack shot and has a decent amount of close combat ability."
"So there is more to see with this person. Is there anything else?"
"Yes, the other person is a Katie Heart, who was Anthony's date to the festivities. There's not a lot of information except to say that she too is a good shot and accomplished hand to hand fighter."
"Is there anything about the organization they belong to?"
Arkadi shook his head. "Not a thing. Apparently even the name of this group is classified well above any of our security clearance. The only thing that's sure is that they are led by this 'Wanderer'."
Annika sat down beside her leader on the canvas seats and asked, "Has there been any more contact with the people on the inside?"
"Yes, Christopher called in less than a couple of hours ago. He relayed that there are fifteen tangos on site armed with automatic weapons. Somehow he and Ms. Heart were able to discover the exact locations of the tangos and the hostages, input it into a PDA and send it to the people outside."
"Not bad. You said both of them are competent in close combat situations?"
"According to Rainbow 6's source. He also provided a secure channel to get in contact with them once we get on the scene. One other thing, the two are hiding out in a replica boat, waiting for us to assault. If worse comes to worse, they can help out from the inside."
"I'll relay info to the rest of the team." Annika noticed the tired expression on Akadi's face. "Why don't you get some rest before we get there."
Arkadi nodded and lay down on one of the canvas seats, "That is a good idea Ms. Lofquist. I do believe I'll take you up on that offer."
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Abandoned Missile Base Somewhere in Uzbekistan 1240 hrs September 4, 2000 (Wandererverse)
To the outside observer, the former Soviet ICBM base was the picture of disuse. There were great heaps of rust covering almost every outside metallic surface of the buildings. The front gate was sealed with a rusted padlock while the wind made a high pitch whine as it blew through the shattered windows of the abandoned guardhouses. It was as if no living person had set foot inside it's perimeter since it was closed by the Russian government as part of the Salt II treaty. At least, that was what people were supposed to believe. In fact, if the observer were to venture inside the buildings, a far different picture would emerge. At least it would for a few seconds before the numerous hidden sentries shot that observer. For this base was the current headquarters of a shadowy group dedicated to world conquest.
The command bunker, located in the center of the base, had been refurbished to be the headquarters of that group. Inside, the control center, electronic maps competed for wall space with television monitors tuned to stations from all parts of the world. At the far end of the room lay a desk and behind that desk a middle aged, bald man of medium height talked on the phone.
"How is our operation in the United States proceeding?" asked the gentleman in the black suite. He listened for a few moments before commenting, "Good, good. Now that the Americans are focussed on Los Angeles, I want you to got to Tokyo and contact one, Takeda Nishezawa who is the leader of the Kawakiri group. Be sure to offer the usual aid package for his organization. Contact me after the meeting."
The man had been facing the back wall during the conversation. Without turning around, he called out. "Come on out and tell me what you want?"
Discord smiled as she emerged from the shadows. She walked over to the desk and leaned over and in a sultry voice responded. "Oh, pretty much the same as you. I overheard you talking to your associate and wanted to offer my help."
The man, known to his associates as Omar Hussein, slowly turned around and gave her an evil smile of her own. "Oh, and I suppose you are offering this help out of the goodness of your heart. Now tell me why I shouldn't just call my guards to come in and shoot you?"
"Because, if you did, you would never know what I am offering."
"Just, what are you offering and what will it cost me?"
The young woman pulled up a chair, leaned back and replied, "Lets just say we have mutual enemies. Particularly one named Wanderer and his allies."
Omar shot straight up in his chair and gave Discord an hate filled glare, "And what do you know about this infidel and how will it help me?"
"Omar, Omar, Omar, you should avoid getting yourself worked up over nothing. I am in contact with a very powerful individual who has been burned by the Wanderer's newest boyscout. This boyscout destroyed a very important operation of this individual and the gentleman in question desires to see him eliminated for good. Since the cubscout has teamed up with the Wanderer, my friend will be very generous in aiding and rewarding anybody who helps achieve his goal."
"That is very well, but what would this aid entail?"
"I do not know the specifics. But I do know that he controls a form of Dark Magic that rivals your most powerful Black Mage. Plus, he has access to a technology centuries ahead of your own and even robot warriors that will fight without fear."
"Your offer does seem intriguing. However, I would have to meet this individual and judge for myself if such an alliance is worthwhile."
Discord nodded her head. "I understand. If you like, I can arrange a meeting at a neutral location so you can discuss the matter with my friend."
Omar smiled, "Then, by all means dear lady. Please proceed."
"I'll be in contact." Responded Discord as she vanished from sight.
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The woman reappeared in what appeared to be a Greek temple and was grabbed from behind. Twirling around, she turned to face Strife.
"So, how did it go?" asked Strife.
Discord grinned, "Better than I could have imagined. If all goes well, we should be rid of those meddlesome do-gooders once and for all."
Strife raised an eyebrow, " And how will Ares react when he hears about your little plan? You know he has become fond of at least one of those do- gooders."
Discord leaned over a table, "What Ares doesn't know won't hurt us. Besides, by the time he finds out, it will be too late anyway."
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LAPD Command Post Los Angeles, California 1400 hours September 4, 2000 (Wandererverse)
JD was leafing through the latest reports when in walked five people, dressed in black combat fatigues. One of the men, middle aged man walked over to an officer and began speaking. JD could not make out what the man was speaking, but the officer pointed in her direction and the man approached.
"Detective Heart?" inquired the man.
JD nodded, "Yes, I am Detective Heart. What can I do for you?"
"My name is Arkadi Novikov. My team has been sent here to take care of the terrorist problem at the request of your government."
The blonde detective shook the Russian's hand and growled, "Well it's about time you got here. It's been twenty hours and the bad guys are threatening to begin killing hostages if the government doesn't begin meeting their demands. So what's the plan?"
Arkadi looked around and quietly asked, "Is there somewhere private we go and talk?"
JD recognized the look and pointed towards a door on the far end of the room. Novikov nodded and followed the detective to the room. Upon reaching the door, JD called out for Steve Sloan to join them. The Russian was about to question JD but she held up a hand to silence him. "Don't worry, my partner, Detective Sloan has the same security clearance level as myself . Now what did you want to talk about that could not be discussed in the main room?"
"Detectives, what I'm about to say cannot leave this room. Officially, my group are members of your Federal Bureau of Investigation's hostage rescue team."
"And off the record?" asked Steve.
"In reality, my team and myself are members of a multinational counter- terrorism strike force code-named Rainbow. The members of this group are drawn from many nations in the free world, including the former Warsaw Pact nations and even the Russian Federation. Now, Rainbow has not been made public as of yet, so We'd appreciate it if you keep this between ourselves."
JD nodded, "Of course you have our secrecy. Just for my own state of mind. If it isn't above my clearance, Who is your C/O?"
Arkadi gave the blonde detective an evil grin, "Let's just say a certain Irish-American CIA operative and Navy SEAL says hello."
"John Clark? He's in charge of your group?" asked JD.
Arkadi nodded while Steve tapped her on the shoulder and asked, "Who is this Clark guy?"
JD turned to face her lover and partner, "Nobody special, just one of the toughest black ops operatives in the business. I met him while he was still with the CIA and helped him grab some papers from a Soviet bio warfare lab back in the seventies."
Arkadi's mouth dropped as he thought, The seventies? There is no way this young woman could have known Clark during that time. She doesn't even look old enough to have been in grade school during that time.
JD caught the look of astonishment on the Russian's face. "Don't worry, I'm look a lot younger than my age. So the infamous John Clark is finally a Suite?"
"Yes, he is running a desk while the younger team members carry out ops. Which reminds me, I was told that there are two friendlies running around loose in the museum. Clark said you would fill me in on them when I got here."
Concern and anger were apparent on the blonde detective's face as she answered, "They are one Anthony "Saint" Christopher and Katie Heart." At the Russian's unanswered question, JD nodded, "Yes, Katie is my daughter and you can understand why I would like nothing better than to rip those ragheads a new hole."
"You don't know the half of it." Added Steve.
"They were attending the reception when the bad guys hit. Anthony is a hot shot helicopter pilot who has been working on the side with another secret group."
"You mean this Section 7?" asked Arkadi as he continued "Clark sent the bare bone description while my group was in the air on the way here."
"Yes, Section 7. To get back on track, Anthony has some good close combat skills and can move in and out of some tight spots without attracting attention. My daughter also has had combat training and works with the Section. The two of them have been able to map out the locations of both the bad guys and the hostages."
"Plus, they are armed and in position to help out if needed." Added Steve.
Arkady responded, "That is good to know. Are you still in contact with the two?"
"Yes, when you want, we can call them up on a secure line." Responded Steve.
Arkadi began walking back towards the main room, "Good, then I believe that it is time to introduce the rest of my team and make plans for the assault."
"Lead on." Added JD.
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Introductions were exchanged and the team began working on the plan for rescuing the hostages. A big screen monitor had been set up and now showed a floorplan of the museum. Each terrorist was marked as a white x and the hostages, a green o. JD picked up a cell phone, talked for a couple of minutes and handed it to Arkadi.
"Hello, Lt. Christopher, my name is Arkadi Novikov and I am now in charge of the people outside. Is there anything new you can add to the information you have already supplied."
Arkadi hooked the cell phone up to the computer and enabled the others to hear the conversation.
"The terrorists are still in pretty much the same positions that they were in when I last checked on them. We have been overhearing some of their conversations and noted that they are becoming more excited. I've got a feeling that something is about to happen in here and the something is not good. Look guys, you had better come in here quick or some innocent people are going to get hurt." Reported Saint.
Arkadi looked over the command post, "Well you heard the man. As we had planned back in Hereford, we are going to split into two assault teams." He turned back to the phone, "Lt. Christopher, where are you located and how near the hostages are you?"
"We are in an adjacent room. We can be with hostages in ten seconds of the initial assault." Responded Saint.
"Okay, here's how it's going to go."
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Saint listened in for a few moments then turned off the phone. Leaning back against the side of the hull he explained Rainbow's plans to his companions.
"Here's how it's gonna go down. In two hours JD will place a call to the terrorist leader. While the head bad guy is talking to your mother, the assault team will get into position."
"How many friendlies are coming in and did they tell you from which direction?" asked Katie.
"They have two assault teams coming in. The main group will hit the main entrance with three shooters. The secondary group of two shooters will be coming in from the loading entrance out in back."
A strange look came over the young woman's face, "And what are we going to be doing during all this?"
Saint pursed his lips and thought I do not like the look on that girl's face. Finally, he explained "Your mother and Steve wants up to keep our butts in this boat until the shooting's over."
In a saccharine sweet voice that sent red flags all over Saint's brain, she asked "Oh really. Is that what mom said to you before you hung up?"
With a resigned sigh, Saint responded, "No, not really. She actually told me if anything happened to you she will kick my butt from here to DC and then think up some more interesting punishments."
"You don't really expect me to stay in this boat, do you?"
"Actually, I already took that into consideration. Since we are so near the hostages, when the guys outside make their move we move in and take out the terrorists guarding the hostages." Saint pulled out his pocket map and placed it on the deck. With a red pen, he pointed "We are at this point. The hostages are being held in the room due East of us. The room North of the hostage holding area also contains hostages." Both Katie and Godzilla looked on as Saint continued. "Godzilla, I want you to infiltrate into that room North of the Holding room. When I give the signal, go into GS mode and take out the two Tangos in the room."
"Where are we going to be during that time?" asked Katie.
Saint looked up for a moment and returned back to the map. "We are going to be waiting outside the holding room on our end. I'll be masking our presence with the Force. At the right moment, I'll force push the gunmen away from the hostages. Then we will rush in, take out the guards, secure a perimeter, and wait for help to arrive."
The Amazon thought for a moment, "Uhh, Anthony. There is just one little thing wrong with your plan."
"Only one thing?"
"Let me get this straight. You plan on using the Force to throw the guards across the room then charging in with your lightsaber swinging?" At Saint's answering nod, she observed, "Just how do you plan on doing all this without the hostages or even any nearby Fed noticing that a character from Star Wars has come to life acting like Luke Skywalker. You know anybody who has been on Earth at anytime during the last thirty years will know about Jedi knights and that they should not exist. So, tell me how you plan on meeting that challenge will you?"
Saint shrugged, "Oh, I'll just do a Jedi mind trick to erase memories of anything dealing with Star Wars. It's not like we have one of those nifty neauralizers that MIB hands out to their agents."
"Oh, and what if any of the witnesses should be immune to the Jedi mind trick? In particular the members of the Fed assault team?" inquired Katie.
Saint had begun checking his weapon when he turned around and answered with an evil grin. "When I talked to your mother and this Novikov fellow, I got the impression that the so-called Feds are in fact members of another secret government agency. Soooooo, I'll tell them to have their boss call our boss and talk it over with him."
Godzilla crawled into Katie's lap and thought Even I get nervous when our 'Saint' gets those looks. He reminds me of a younger version of St. Wolf.
Don't you know it. responded Katie.
Saint looked at his watch. "If we want to take part in the upcoming party, Godzilla needs to be going." He reached out through the Force and noticed that the nearby guards were walking away. "Okay, the coast is clear. Katie, get Godzilla over the side."
Without saying a word, Katie picked up her guardian spirit and lowered him to the floor. As the iguana scurried out of the room, the Amazon sent a farewell message. Take care of yourself.
Don't worry about me. Worry about keeping the cub scout from doing something rash. replied Godzilla.
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Khalifa was getting worried. One of his men had discovered a television and the terrorist was watching CNN, trying to get a feel on what was going on in the outside world. There should be some sign of the dogs releasing our brothers from their prisons. With a snarl, he stormed out of the office and walked to where the hostages were being held.
A small exhibit room had been chosen for the temporary prison as it was an equal distance from both entrances. The terrorist paused at the full scale boat replica and pondered How far have the people of the book fallen. This is but the beginning of our Jihad against the Western Imperialists. Soon, Egypt and the Arab nations will once again regain their rightful place as world leaders. Shaking his head, he approached the Sudanese assigned to guard the hostages.
Khalifa nodded towards the hostages, huddled against the far wall. "Have there been any problems?"
"None at all. The prisoners have not made a move. Although, I did notice a lizard running across the room a few minutes ago."
Khalifa laughed, "The decadent westerners can't even keep out common vermin from their precious art museums. Oh well, in a few hours it won't matter."
"Has the government released any of our brothers?" asked the other terrorist.
"According to CNN, none at all." Khalifa grabbed the guards sleeve and pulled him closer. "Select a prisoner for the first execution. If the Americans do not begin releasing our comrades in two hours, we will shoot one to show them that we are serious about it."
"Do you have any preference as to who will be the first?"
Khalifa looked over the huddled mass and pointed at a young woman of Indian origin. A second guard walked over and pulled her to her feet. In a loud voice, Khalifa commanded, "This whore's blood will be the first spilled in our holy quest if nothing happens one hour from now."
The guards nodded as their leader walked out of the room to check over his remaining men.
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Unknown to the guards, Godzilla had been hiding behind a plant, listening to the conversation and relaying it to Katie.
Katie, did you get that? asked the guardian spirit.
Oh God Yes. replied Katie. I'll relay the information to Anthony.
To hell with staying hidden. If the terrorist makes any move to hurt that lady, I'm going to rip him to pieces. hissed Godzilla.
Stay calm and keep reporting back. I'll get back to you.
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Katie inched closer to Saint. She whispered, "I just got through talking with Godzilla. He said that the bad guys are going to off the first hostage in one hour if their demands aren't being met."
Saint nodded and took out the cell phone. Quickly getting in contact with Rainbow, he reported. "Novikov, it's Saint. I've just got some important information. The bad guys are going to shoot their first hostage in one hour if their buddies aren't being sprung from those prisons." Saint listened for a moment before replying. "I understand it's time to play ball. Okay, I'll tell Katie just make sure your people have our descriptions and know not to shoot either Katie or me. Neither you nor I want any friendly fire incidents tonight."
Katie watched as her date put down the phone. "What are they going to do?"
"The assault will occur within the hour. We had better get ready if we want to join in on the festivities" commented Saint.
"How are you going to know when they are about to launch the assault?"
Saint reached into his pocket ant pulled out a headset and attached it to the cell phone. "Wanderer had some friends modify this cell phone so it can pick up certain radio signals as a secondary feature. I've got it locked in on the channel being used by the good guys and am monitoring traffic. When Novikov transmits 'Alpha Go', we move in and protect the hostages."
Katie checked her Micro-Uzi one last time. "I hope you know what you're doing."
Saint paused and smiled at the Amazon, "Don't I always?"
Katie lightly hit him up side the head and hissed, "Don't go there, buster."
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Arkadi quickly put away the phone and looked around the command post. Annika Lofquist walked over to her team leader and asked. "What's the matter?"
Arkadi gestured to the phone, "That was Saint. The terrorists are threatening to begin executing hostages within the hour if their demands are not met."
Annika shrugged, "So, we move up the timetable by an hour."
The Russian leader nodded, "Annika, assemble the team in the main conference room. Be sure to invite Detectives Heart and Sloan."
"I'm on it." Responded the Swedish Rainbow team member as she obeyed his orders.
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Los Angeles County Museum of Art Los Angeles, California 1530 hours September 4, 2000 (Wandererverse)
The final planning for the upcoming assault was over in fifteen minutes. The five Rainbow team members performed one last equipment check and moved to their jump off positions. As planned, Rainbow split into two teams, Red and Blue, to hit the museum from two different angles. Officially, JD continued ensuring that the perimeter was secured. Unofficially, the blonde detective placed another detective in charge and moved closer to the museum to help out if everything did not go off as planned.
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Saint crept out of the ship's hold and peered over the railing. The nearest terrorist was turned away from him, lighting up a cigarette. The young American turned back towards Katie and gave her a signal to get ready. It's almost time.
The terrorist began to walk towards the hostage holding room, with his back towards the boat. Here was Saint's opportunity. He silently climbed out of the boat, followed by Katie, and used the Force to disguise his presence. There was a line of large plants, growing near the hostage room, that were thick enough to offer concealment from the enemy. Saint and Katie moved quickly behind those plants and waited for Rainbow to make their move.
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Santiago Arnavisca stopped at the street corner and switched the fire selector on his MP-5 submachine gun to full auto. He took a quick look at the other members of Blue Team and motioned towards the building across the street. Without making a sound, Blue Team crept to their jump off position near the front door of the museum. Waiting beside the main door, the Spaniard looked down at his watch. Two minutes before we go in.
Annika looked at her leader and followed him to Red Team's jump off point. The two Rainbow operatives moved past Blue Team and turned the corner of the museum. They reached a set of outside windows that opened to the main reception area. Arkadi motioned for his companion to drop down and they began crawling towards the secondary entrance. Upon reaching the jump-off point, Arkadi reached for his microphone. "All units, Alpha go. I say again Alpha go"......
TBC
Author's Note: I just wanted to say a word in recognition of the brave men and women from the United States, The United Kingdom, Australia, and the other coalition countries who are eliminating the totalitarian government of Sadaam Hussein and his Baath Party. May they be successful in their endeavor and return home safely. Say a prayer to whichever higher being to watch over them in this time of trial.
That said, action abounds in Chapter 3: Pandora Trigger (Part2) as Rainbow hits the terrorists from the outside and the two Section members strike from within. Also, more terrorist attacks rock the world as the mysterious Mr. Morden helps many smaller groups reach the big time. Finally, other forces take interest and sides in this fight between good and evil on this world. As Qui Gon would say, there is a disturbance in the Force. Life is about to get even more interesting for our heroes. I apologize for the wait between posting but the chapters are getting longer so expect the story being updated every two or three weeks. Stay tuned.
To the readers who have reviewed and responded through email and other forums, I give my heartfelt thanks. They keep me going so keep them up. Thanks.
The Merry Prankster
Chapter Two: Operation Pandora Trigger (Part1)
Northeast Community Police Station
Los Angeles, California 2005 hours September 3, 2000 (Wandererverse)
"HEART, SLOAN, get your butts in here right now!!"
JD Heart turned to her partner and lover, "You go on ahead, I need to check my messages. Katie promised she would call when they got to the museum."
Steve Sloan, whispered "Just don't be too long, you know how the Captain is."
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The captain was talking on the phone when Steve walked in. It was obvious from the look on his face that something was going down in his city and he was not happy about it. Putting down the phone, he asked Steve, "Where's your partner?"
The detective sat down in front of the desk. "JD won't be long. One of her former students took Katie to the Egyptian exhibit at the Museum of Art. So, she just had to check up on her daughter. You know how mothers are."
A look of concern came over the captain's face and was quickly replaced by a businesslike expression. "Oh alright, we've got some serious shit going down. It seems that.."
A very loud "SON OF A BITCH" filled the air, cutting off any further information from the captain. A long stream of cursing in various languages began to get louder and louder as the speaker approached the office. Finally, a very angry detective and mother stormed into the office. The captain waited for her to shut the door before commenting. "I see you heard about the museum."
Finally the blonde detective calmed down enough to answer "If it's about a terrorist attack, yeah I heard. Katie called a couple of minutes ago and left a message, saying that armed gunmen of Middle Eastern origin had begun taking prisoners. Anthony, her escort, and she were able to hide out in a restroom and avoid capture."
The Captain stood up and ordered, "Just hold it right there. I know you want to go over there and get your little girl home. Hell, I want the same thing but we are going to have go by the book on this one. I just got off the phone with the governor and before that, the Feds. A hostage rescue team is enroute even as we speak. Uniform units have already cordoned off the block. I want you two to go down there and take charge until the feds arrive on the scene."
Both detectives nodded in agreement and got up to leave. JD's hand was on the doorknob when the captain emphasized, "Make sure everything is in place and up to speed when the Feds arrive. JD, I am giving you a direct order. Do not go in on your own. Wait for the hostage rescue team to arrive."
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JD checked her weapon one last time and replaced it in her holster. She was putting on her jacket when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she asked. "Yes?"
Steve held up both hands to placate his partner, "Look JD, the captain is right. We have to wait for the Feds to show up. Besides, she has Anthony there to watch over her."
A flash of red appeared in her eyes for a second, as she growled "And that boy had better keep my daughter in a safe place, or I will kick his butt into next year. If I find out that my little girl is anyway hurt in this.."
"JD, knowing your daughter, do you really think Anthony will be able to force Katie to stay anywhere she doesn't want to be?"
JD shook her head and began walking towards the door, sighing "Point taken."
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The police had cordoned off a two-block perimeter around the museum. News travels fast and a crowd had already gathered at the roadblock. One of the onlookers, a nondescript young man with black hair thought And so it begins. The LAPD has good reaction times, it won't be long for the American counter-terrorist team to arrive. A soft beeping noise came from his watch. Looking down, he smiled, Well, I had better leave now if I hope to make it to Tokyo in time. Oh well, No rest for the wicked.
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Chancellor Palpatine's Office The Galactic Senate Planet Coruscant Star Wars Universe 31 BSW (Star Wars Universe)
The newly elected chancellor stood up and walked over to the large window and peered down at the ongoing rush of speeders. For the last few weeks following the disappearance of the meddling stranger known as Saint, Palpatine had gone over record after record. Trying to discover where this annoying do-gooder and his Jedi companions had vanished to, he thought First, you mess up my plans with the Naboo and then warned the Jedi Council so they are now watching my every move. The Force tells me you will either be the key to my ruling the galaxy or my downfall. But you are nowhere to be found. Now where did you run off to, young Anthony? A moment later, he detected the presence of a very powerful being in this very room.
"Perhaps I can help you find out, Chancellor? Or should I say Lord Sidious"
Palpatine turned around and faced the speaker, hidden beneath a dark robe and snarled "I don't know what you are talking about. More importantly, who are you and how did you get past my guards?"
The leader of the Republic and Sith was answered with a soft giggle. The woman walked over to a nearby chair and sat down. She pulled down her cowl and answered, "Who I am is not important as is how I got past your guards. What is important is the fact that I can help you achieve your goals."
"Oh really, and how can you help me with my goals?"
"Lets just say, I can point you in the right direction in your search for this Anthony Christopher's home world. For that is where he went to."
"I see, and what do you want in return for this generous aid?" asked the Sith.
The woman, also known as Discord leaned forward and rested her shin on her hands. "Oh not much. Just your help in taking care of some bothersome do- gooders on that world will be enough. You see, they have foiled my plans one time too many."
Palpatine smiled "Then let us discuss the possibilities that this potential alliance may bring for both of us."
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Los Angeles County Museum of Art Los Angeles, California 2015 hours September 3, 2000 (Wandererverse)
The soft thuds of footsteps faded away as the terrorists moved away from the restroom area. Saint closed his eyes, reached out through the Force and tried to pinpoint the number of nearby lifeforms. After a couple of seconds, he turned to his companion and said, "There's only one lifeform nearby. Everybody else has gone."
Katie nodded and began walking towards the door, replying "Good, that will make our getting out of here much easier."
Saint's eyes grew wide as he moved in front of the Amazon. Reaching out to stop her, he shook his head. "Look Katie, Steve told us to stay put and wait for the cavalry to show up. We are going to do just that." Katie turned around and gave him a hard stare, which was acknowledged with a sigh," Katie, I just don't want to see you get hurt. Besides, your mother expects me to look out for you."
"Oh, and this from the man who charged headlong into a warehouse full of criminals to rescue kidnapped children?"
"Katie, that was a entirely different situation." He held up his hands, signaling her to let him continue, "One, I only had to worry about myself. So if something did go wrong, I'd be responsible only for my death. Two, I was young and did many foolish things back then. I'm not the same person."
Katie arched one eyebrow, making it clear that she did not believe him. "YOU were only a year younger then. And, you are going to sit back in the ladies room and wait to be rescued?"
Saint returned her questioning look with an evil grin. "Actually, I was planning on taking a look around myself and see if I can nail down the number of guards, where they are located, and the location of the hostages. I can use the Force to disguise my presence."
Her anger rising, Katie poked the young man with her finger. "If you think, I am going to wait here while you are gallivanting throughout the museum. You had better think twice buster. Either I am coming with you or I'm leaving after you have gone."
"Katie, you remember that scene in the first Star Wars movie where Obi Wan was running around the Death Star to turn off the tractor beam. He used the Force to distract the stormtroopers and reach his destination unnoticed. I have learned that move and can use it against the terrorists. How are you going get past the bad guys if you don't have the use of the Force?"
Katie matched Saint's grin with one of her own, "True, but you have ever played hide and go seek with my mom? Plus I have Godzilla watching my back." Stepping back she looked him over from head to toe before continuing "Though I do enjoy watching yours, you don't have anybody to cover yours."
A rustling noise came from within the air conditioning vent. Putting his finger to his lips, Saint moved to the side and quietly removed the vent. Katie walked under the vent and held out her hands to catch the iguana as he emerged. Placing the guardian spirit on the ground, the young Amazon reflected on her previous conversation and shook her head. Oh crap, I'm beginning to sound like mom.
A mental snigger caused her to look at the reptile. Her face turned a brilliant shade of red as Godzilla commented. You had better watch it or Faith will start asking which one is which when you and your mom are together.
Just shut up.
Saint leaned back against the counter and watched the silent exchange. I'd better get everybody back on track. Softly clearing his voice to gain the other's attention, the young man began, "Okay, here's the plan. Godzilla, I need you to check out the balconies and second floor. Report back to Katie everything you see. Katie, you are with me. I can use the Force to disguise both of our presence. But if we are to have any hope in keeping you hidden from the bad guys, I need you to stay close."
Both Katie and Godzilla nodded in understanding. Katie began to replace her guardian spirit back in the vent.Take the air vent to the second floor and stay out of sight.
No problem, I'm on it. replied Godzilla
The guardian spirit scampered into the duct while Saint and Katie began final preparations. Saint turned to Katie as they were about to leave. "Katie you need to put away the Uzi. One shot will bring the entire band of rag heads on us. All we are to do this time out is to watch and report back what we find out to the authorities."
"Then by all means, lets be on our way." Replied Katie.
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Heart Residence Los Angeles, California September 3, 2000 2015 hours (The Wandererverse)
Releasing a long held sigh, Obi Wan Kenobi placed the telephone back on the counter. He thought back to the message from his friend. Anthony, Anthony, Anthony. I swear it's a tossup between who is more reckless at times. You or Master Jinn. He took a drink of root beer before placing the call to his former teacher and Master Jedi.
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Bradford Gardens Sunnydale, California September 3, 2000 2015 hours (The Wandererverse)
It did not take long for the Jedi to settle in their roles on this world. Obi Wan had started taking classes with Saint at UCLA. The young man enjoyed the classes on Earth history interesting. Particularly, those concerning British and Celtic history. His 'father', Qui Gon, was posing as a private investigator with a firm closely associated with Section 7 during the day and helping out with patrolling the Hellmouth at night.
Tonight, the Jedi Master had accompanied Shaw and Faith on such a patrol. The gentle hum of the lightsaber faded into silence as Qui Gon turned off the weapon. A soft musical tone caught his ear and he pulled out a cell phone. Not as advanced as the comlinks I'm used to. But they are sufficient. thought the Jedi. The group paused as he answered the phone.
"Hello Obi Wan. How are your studies proceeding?"
The girls watched on as he talked into the receiver.
"Yes, I remember that Anthony is taking Katie to the art museum. Why are you asking?" He listened a few more minutes, " Did you tell him to wait for the authorities to handle the matter and not rush in? Yes, I know he's a little reckless at times and come to think of it, so is she. Does Detective Heart know?"
The Jedi master shook his head in resignation as he closed up the cell phone. His expression was noted by the Soul Sisters and Shaw asked. "Master Jinn, what is the matter?"
Qui Gon turned to face her and replied, "That was Obi Wan. Apparently terrorists have seized the Los Angeles County Museum of Art."
Faith piped in, "Let me guess. Grasshopper and Match Girl were having a night of high culture when the terrorists crashed and ruined everything."
"Anthony and Katie managed to escape being captured and have been told to stay out of sight and wait for help to arrive." Continued Qui Gon.
Shaw thought for a moment. "You do realize that the odds of Anthony and Katie not doing something reckless, say, taking out the terrorists on their own and rescuing the hostages are slim to none. Even if Anthony has managed to follow instructions, there is the matter of Katie. She is after all JD Heart's daughter in every sense of the word and will not take this sitting down. Even Anthony will have a hard time keeping her under control."
Qui Gon nodded in agreement, adding "Well, at least they agreed to limit their actions at this time to scouting out the enemy and gathering information for the authorities."
Faith snorted and commented "Yeah, right. You actually expect Grasshopper to limit his activities to gathering information after all that happened in the other universe. Tell me another one."
"Be that as it may. I have faith that Anthony and Katie will wait until the right moment to strike. Of that, I am sure of." Added Qui Gon as the three moved off to complete their patrol.
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Obi Wan had just settled down to attend to the assigned readings from class when the doorbell rang. I wonder who can that be at this hour? thought the Jedi.
The opening of the front door revealed a roughed up Jessica Jade. The young lady was sporting a large bruise on her cheek and her swollen lip testified to the beating that could no longer be concealed. Without a thought, Obi Wan led her into the house. Closing the door, he asked in a concerned tone. "What happened to you?"
The young girl turned away and in a soft voice, whispered "Oh nothing. I just had an accident. You know, clumsy me. I just stopped by to see if Katie and Anthony have left for the museum. I heard over the radio that something has gone down there but they didn't give any information."
Obi Wan touched her shoulder and replied "I just got off the phone with them. They are just fine. You, on the other hand do not appear to be so."
"Look I told you that it's nothing. So if they're all right, I'll just go home now."
The Jedi sensed that Jessica was not telling the truth about how she got her wounds. Placing himself between the young lady and the door, he stated in a calm voice. "Jessica, you are not all right. Your eyes are still red and puffy from crying and those bruises are not from any accident are they?" Jessica nodded and listened as the Jedi continued. "You can stay here as long as you like."
Obi Wan placed a cup of hot tea in front of the young lady and turned back to get him another cup. While she drank the beverage, the young Jedi was able to get a better look at her and examine her through the Force. She is more badly hurt than she lets on. He finished off his tea and went back to the phone. Jessica looked up and nervously asked. "Who are you calling?"
The Jedi picked up the receiver and replied, "Dr. Sloan over at the hospital."
Jessica's eyes shot open and she begged, "Not that. You can't take me to the hospital."
In a soothing voice Obi Wan answered, "Jessica, you are obviously hurt worse than you let on. Your look when you sat down at the table only confirmed my observation." He walked back over to the girl and continued, "I am only concerned with your health right now. I will do what I can to keep your confidence but you need medical attention and you need it soon. I know that Detective Heart, Katie, Dr. and Detective Sloan consider you to be part of the family. So let us help you."
"Oh, all right, but I'll only talk to Dr. Sloan and nobody else. No other doctors or police, you got that?" commanded the teenager.
Obi Wan began calling Mark to let him know that they were on the way, responded "As you wish. Don't worry everything will turn out okay."
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Los Angeles County Museum of Art Los Angeles, California 2100 hours September 3, 2000 (Wandererverse)
Saint moved to the restroom door and slowly opened it. Fortunately the restroom had two doors, one on each end. The terrorists had left one guard to watch over the front entrance. He had moved over to the door leading to the hall containing a full-scale replica of a Egyptian ship and sat down, smoking a cigarette.
Saint eased his head out of the restroom, looked around, and turned back to his date. In a whisper, he reported. "There's one Tango on this floor, on the opposite end of the room. I also noticed a second Tango walking around the balcony above us."
Katie nodded, "So what's your plan?"
Saint looked up, "When the bad guy up on top moves out of line of site, I'm going to use the Force to cause a distraction and get the ground floor tango's attention. When I give the signal, we are going to rush across the floor to the stairwell. Just follow my lead and we'll get through this okay."
"Okay, I'm right behind you."
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Sodamn Insane had been assigned to patrol the balcony looking over the main entrance. The bored terrorist thought I don't know why Khalifa is so cautious all of a sudden. The infidels will never assault the museum as long as we have the hostages secure and able to be shot down like the dogs they are. With a shake of his head, Sodamn turned around the corner and moved down the other side of the room.
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Saint closed his eyes for a second and sensed that the guard on the balcony was walking away and would be out of sight for a couple of minutes. Reaching out through the Force, he touched the ground floor tango's mind and made him hear something unusual in the other room. Saint held up his right hand near Katie. When the guard got up and moved into the other room to investigate, Saint tapped Katie on the arm and moved quickly to the stairwell.
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While waiting for Saint to give the all clear signal, Katie had been in contact with her guardian spirit. You got anything ?
The lizard had left the air vent and scurried over to a nearby plant. He sent back to her. Yeah, I got one bad guy walking around that balcony above you.
Anthony's already on that. Anything else?
Hold on a minute, I'm moving to a room off to the East. Just as I thought, I've got a second rag-head in that room, off the balcony.
Okay, just keep out of sight and report back. Oh, Gotta go.
Katie felt Anthony tap her shoulder and she broke off contact with Godzilla. In a blink of an eye, the Amazon was following her boyfriend across the hallway.
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LAPD Command Post Los Angeles, California 2100 hours September 3, 2000 (Wandererverse)
The uniformed police officer walked up to the blonde detective. "Detective Heart? All of the roadblocks are set up and manned."
"Very well." JD nodded in acknowledgement and went back to looking at the situation map. She was looking where the police officers were located when her partner walked in.
Steve took a drink of coffee and asked, "How are you holding up?"
JD unclenched her fists and closed her eyes for a second, "I want to go in there and rip every terrorists a new hole. But, I'll follow orders and do my part on this end. So far, the area is secure and all we are doing is waiting for the feds to show up."
"I know how you feel. Be assured, Katie is in good hands. She has Anthony and Godzilla backing her up. Not to mention the protection of Artemis."
"I know, but it's hard not to do anything. I haven't had any contact with her except for that message on my voice mail."
"It's going to be alright. Besides, I just was stopping by to give you the word that the Feds will be here sometime around noon tomorrow. "
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Saint and Katie hugged the wall and waited. Saint glanced around the corner and reached out through the Force. He sensed that the guard was on his way back but they had enough time to get out of the way. With a glance, he led the Amazon around the corner and into a hallway leading to the medieval exhibit. They reached the room just in time. Just as Katie cleared the corner, the guard had resumed his position near the ladies restroom.
Katie paused for a second, nodded and whispered "Godzilla just called in. He's moving across the balcony overlooking the boat exhibit. So far, he's only seen two terrorists."
In an equally quiet voice, Saint responded "That's good, so far we have four confirmed tangos. The boys outside will find that bit of info interesting. I don't sense anybody in the room up ahead. According to the map, the reception area is right after this room."
"Lets go find out where they are holding the hostages."
Saint and Katie crept into the Medieval Hall. It was an apt description. Two late medieval knights in jousting armor occupied the center of the room. Mounted on horses, they were placed as if right before impact. Tapestries and display cases lined the walls. They were moving past the knights when Saint paused suddenly.
Katie was not happy at nearly running into the Jedi-in-Training. She hissed, "Just what are you doing?"
Saint did not say a word but pointed towards the floor. There, across the room were two bodies, one dressed as a caterer and the other a museum guard. Both men were lying in pools of blood, pistols still gripped in cold fingers. In a somber voice Saint commented, "Looks like not everybody got lucky on this one."
Katie snapped out of her shock and suggested, "There's nothing we can do for the guard. But we can still do something for the living. Let's finish the recon."
"Yeah, we have a lot of people counting on what we find out. Okay lets go to the other hallway."
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Saint led Katie up the hallway to the reception room. Holding up his hand, he motioned for the Amazon to stop. He turned back to the doorway and reached out through the Force. Turning around, he led Katie back to the jousting knights. In a quiet voice, he announced, "I detected two lifeforms in the reception area. Odds are they are terrorists."
"So, you going to use that 'Jedi Mind Trick' to get us past them?" asked Katie.
"Do you really have to ask? Lets go."
The Jedi-in-Training eased up to the door. Glancing around the corner, he noticed that the gunman was facing away from him and there was some plants near a temple replica that had been set up in the middle of the room. Focussing on one plant, Saint acted.
The targeted plant crashed down into the other, making a loud noise. Both guards rushed to the temple to investigate the noise. As soon as the nearest guard had moved away, Saint led Katie around the corner and into a room that contained a couple of mummies. Fortunately, there was no body in the room and they were able to take a breather.
Katie leaned against a wall and held out a brochure. Getting her date's attention, she informed, "According to the flier, the next room has a chariot replica and connects the boat room and a minor artifact display area."
"Okay, we'll check out that room, and the artifact room. When we finish the recon, we'll hide out in boat and plan out our next move."
Katie looked at him in surprise, "We are in a museum surrounded by who knows how many hostiles and you don't have a plan?"
Saint shrugged, "I'm making this up as I go. Besides, we got this far already."
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While the two Section 7 members were discussing their next course of action, Godzilla was scurrying over to a second stairway leading to the chariot room. He ducked behind a display case as another middle eastern gunman rounded the corner. He quickly relayed the information to Katie. I am on the balcony overlooking the chariot. I just had another rag head walk past me. That makes three so far on the second floor.
Anything else?
The iguana peered over the edge and spotted two more armed caterers on the ground floor, which he quickly relayed to the Amazon. Yeah, there are two guards on the ground floor, near the chariot. One is standing guard near a doorway on the southeast corner of the room. The second is walking along the south wall of the same room.
Thanks for the heads up. According to the plans, there is a service hallway that leads to a loading entrance. Go see if there are any more bad guys in there.
I'll use the air vent to get there. I'll report back if I see anything there.
You do that.
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"Godzilla just reported that there are two more bad guys in the next room." Reported Katie.
Saint nodded in agreement, "I just sensed their presence. Well here goes nothing."
"Jedi Mind Trick?" asked Katie.
"Jedi Mind Trick."
Saint peered around the corner and noticed that the chariot was placed on a high pedestal of marble. That should give us enough cover. Thought the young man. He waited for the guards to be looking away before rushing over to the pedestal. Crouching behind it, he motioned for the Amazon to join him. Saint closed his eyes for another moment and reached out through the Force.
"I sense a large concentration of life forms in the room to the southeast."
"Looks like we found the hostages." Commented Katie.
Katie peered over the edge of the pedestal. "There's not a lot of cover between us and that door."
"I know, since Godzilla is so small. Tell him to check out those last two rooms when he finishes with the back hallway."
Katie nodded and mentally contacted her guardian spirit. You got that?
Yeah, I just finished looking over that hallway. You can add yet another gunman watching the back door.
That's good to know. I'll relay that to Anthony.
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The police command post was the picture of controlled chaos. For the hundredth time that night, JD had considered turning her badge in to the captain and taking on the terrorists by herself. At least then, I wouldn't have to deal with reporters. thought the blonde detective.
A small red-haired reporter from CNN thrust a microphone in front of JD's face. "Detective Heart, my sources tell me that your daughter is among the people trapped in the museum. Would you care to comment?"
Off to the side, JD's partner, Steve Sloan, watched as a look of anger began to appear on JD's face. Uh oh, I'd better do something fast before that reporter finds herself in the hospital or worse.
Sloan walked up behind the reporter and politely asked, "Uh, Miss Kamazuka, is it?" He waited for the reporter to nod her head in acknowledgment. "I just overheard some people from Fox News saying something about the father of the terrorist leader is answering questions at the 20th Precinct."
JD smiled as she watched the reporter tell the cameraman to stop rolling and get over to the precinct. Walking over to her partner she silently mouthed "Thanks."
Steve was about to answer her when JD's cell phone went off.
"Hello?" The blonde detective motioned Steve to come over. "Young lady, you had better have a good reason for not calling sooner. You had me going crazy wondering if you were all right."
"Is that Katie?" asked Steve.
JD nodded and returned her attention to the person on the other line. Her eyes grew wide as she listened, "You were doing WHAT? Are you two out of your freaking minds?"
Steve shook his head in quiet resignation, "We are talking about your daughter and your former student. Do you really have to ask that question?"
JD walked over to the table and pulled up a seat. "Okay, since you went to the trouble of looking around. You might as well send your intel over here. But, this is my final word on the matter. You and Anthony keep your butts where you are or I will kick them into next week."
Steve waited until the detective had hung up before asking, "What did she have to say?"
"Anthony decided to do a little recon around the museum and Katie convinced him to bring her along. I'm gonna kill that boy when this is over."
"You know when Katie sets her mind on something, nothing or nobody will keep her back."
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, those two managed to discover that there are fifteen terrorists in the building. Anthony has his PDA on him and will be sending us the locations of both the terrorists and hostages. They are hiding out in the boat replica and agreed to stay there until the feds get here."
"Let me guess, they plan on helping out when the rescue force arrives."
"You got it."
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Los Angeles County Museum of Art Los Angeles, California 0500 hours September 4, 2000 (Wandererverse)
"Detective Heart, you have only twenty-three more hours to fulfill my demands. If my brothers are not freed from the infidel prisons by the appointed time, I will begin executing hostages one every hour until my demands are met. Do you understand me?"
Another terrorist walked up to Khalifa as he slammed the phone down.
"Is there anything wrong?"
Khalifa sighed, "No, everything is going according to plan. However, go to our brothers and tell them to keep an eye out for anything unusual. If the authorities follow the script, they will negotiate to drag this out until their hostage rescue team arrives. Once that happens, they will attack."
"Then, we will keep that from happening." Replied the terrorist as he walked out of the room.
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C-17 Globemaster III 20 miles East of Los Angeles 1200 hrs September 4, 2000 (Wandererverse)
The loud whine of four turbofans filled the interior of the cargo aircraft. Unlike commercial airliners, the military does not include anywhere near the same level of soundproofing. In fact the noise level is so loud on most military airlift aircraft that passengers are issued a set of earplugs upon boarding.
Throughout the massive aircraft, Rainbow team members were busy rechecking their weapons one last time while others caught up on a few minutes of sleep. Arkadi Novikov, the Russian team leader had hooked up a lap top computer and was checking the latest intelligence sent by Rainbow 6 back at Hereford. He was so engrossed with the information that he didn't notice Annika Lofquist, the team electronic specialist walk up. In fact, he didn't look up until she tapped him on the shoulder.
"You seem to be a man deep in thought. What are you looking at?" asked Annika.
"Clark sent some information on the freindlies inside. Apparently, one of them is a helicopter pilot, currently serving with the California Nation Guard."
"That doesn't seem to significant." Observed the Swede.
"Normally I'd agree with you." Agreed Arkadi. "However, Clark also sent the pilot's military record. First, he's not even twenty and has already done a tour of duty flying Blackhawks with the American 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment. He was flying the chopper that got shot down in that operation in Mauretania. What's interesting is the large amount of areas classified to a level, only Rainbow 6 could see it and that is with a direct presidential order."
"That is interesting. So he was probably doing some black ops."
Arkadi nodded, "The record also shows, this Anthony Christopher is a crack shot and has a decent amount of close combat ability."
"So there is more to see with this person. Is there anything else?"
"Yes, the other person is a Katie Heart, who was Anthony's date to the festivities. There's not a lot of information except to say that she too is a good shot and accomplished hand to hand fighter."
"Is there anything about the organization they belong to?"
Arkadi shook his head. "Not a thing. Apparently even the name of this group is classified well above any of our security clearance. The only thing that's sure is that they are led by this 'Wanderer'."
Annika sat down beside her leader on the canvas seats and asked, "Has there been any more contact with the people on the inside?"
"Yes, Christopher called in less than a couple of hours ago. He relayed that there are fifteen tangos on site armed with automatic weapons. Somehow he and Ms. Heart were able to discover the exact locations of the tangos and the hostages, input it into a PDA and send it to the people outside."
"Not bad. You said both of them are competent in close combat situations?"
"According to Rainbow 6's source. He also provided a secure channel to get in contact with them once we get on the scene. One other thing, the two are hiding out in a replica boat, waiting for us to assault. If worse comes to worse, they can help out from the inside."
"I'll relay info to the rest of the team." Annika noticed the tired expression on Akadi's face. "Why don't you get some rest before we get there."
Arkadi nodded and lay down on one of the canvas seats, "That is a good idea Ms. Lofquist. I do believe I'll take you up on that offer."
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Abandoned Missile Base Somewhere in Uzbekistan 1240 hrs September 4, 2000 (Wandererverse)
To the outside observer, the former Soviet ICBM base was the picture of disuse. There were great heaps of rust covering almost every outside metallic surface of the buildings. The front gate was sealed with a rusted padlock while the wind made a high pitch whine as it blew through the shattered windows of the abandoned guardhouses. It was as if no living person had set foot inside it's perimeter since it was closed by the Russian government as part of the Salt II treaty. At least, that was what people were supposed to believe. In fact, if the observer were to venture inside the buildings, a far different picture would emerge. At least it would for a few seconds before the numerous hidden sentries shot that observer. For this base was the current headquarters of a shadowy group dedicated to world conquest.
The command bunker, located in the center of the base, had been refurbished to be the headquarters of that group. Inside, the control center, electronic maps competed for wall space with television monitors tuned to stations from all parts of the world. At the far end of the room lay a desk and behind that desk a middle aged, bald man of medium height talked on the phone.
"How is our operation in the United States proceeding?" asked the gentleman in the black suite. He listened for a few moments before commenting, "Good, good. Now that the Americans are focussed on Los Angeles, I want you to got to Tokyo and contact one, Takeda Nishezawa who is the leader of the Kawakiri group. Be sure to offer the usual aid package for his organization. Contact me after the meeting."
The man had been facing the back wall during the conversation. Without turning around, he called out. "Come on out and tell me what you want?"
Discord smiled as she emerged from the shadows. She walked over to the desk and leaned over and in a sultry voice responded. "Oh, pretty much the same as you. I overheard you talking to your associate and wanted to offer my help."
The man, known to his associates as Omar Hussein, slowly turned around and gave her an evil smile of her own. "Oh, and I suppose you are offering this help out of the goodness of your heart. Now tell me why I shouldn't just call my guards to come in and shoot you?"
"Because, if you did, you would never know what I am offering."
"Just, what are you offering and what will it cost me?"
The young woman pulled up a chair, leaned back and replied, "Lets just say we have mutual enemies. Particularly one named Wanderer and his allies."
Omar shot straight up in his chair and gave Discord an hate filled glare, "And what do you know about this infidel and how will it help me?"
"Omar, Omar, Omar, you should avoid getting yourself worked up over nothing. I am in contact with a very powerful individual who has been burned by the Wanderer's newest boyscout. This boyscout destroyed a very important operation of this individual and the gentleman in question desires to see him eliminated for good. Since the cubscout has teamed up with the Wanderer, my friend will be very generous in aiding and rewarding anybody who helps achieve his goal."
"That is very well, but what would this aid entail?"
"I do not know the specifics. But I do know that he controls a form of Dark Magic that rivals your most powerful Black Mage. Plus, he has access to a technology centuries ahead of your own and even robot warriors that will fight without fear."
"Your offer does seem intriguing. However, I would have to meet this individual and judge for myself if such an alliance is worthwhile."
Discord nodded her head. "I understand. If you like, I can arrange a meeting at a neutral location so you can discuss the matter with my friend."
Omar smiled, "Then, by all means dear lady. Please proceed."
"I'll be in contact." Responded Discord as she vanished from sight.
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The woman reappeared in what appeared to be a Greek temple and was grabbed from behind. Twirling around, she turned to face Strife.
"So, how did it go?" asked Strife.
Discord grinned, "Better than I could have imagined. If all goes well, we should be rid of those meddlesome do-gooders once and for all."
Strife raised an eyebrow, " And how will Ares react when he hears about your little plan? You know he has become fond of at least one of those do- gooders."
Discord leaned over a table, "What Ares doesn't know won't hurt us. Besides, by the time he finds out, it will be too late anyway."
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LAPD Command Post Los Angeles, California 1400 hours September 4, 2000 (Wandererverse)
JD was leafing through the latest reports when in walked five people, dressed in black combat fatigues. One of the men, middle aged man walked over to an officer and began speaking. JD could not make out what the man was speaking, but the officer pointed in her direction and the man approached.
"Detective Heart?" inquired the man.
JD nodded, "Yes, I am Detective Heart. What can I do for you?"
"My name is Arkadi Novikov. My team has been sent here to take care of the terrorist problem at the request of your government."
The blonde detective shook the Russian's hand and growled, "Well it's about time you got here. It's been twenty hours and the bad guys are threatening to begin killing hostages if the government doesn't begin meeting their demands. So what's the plan?"
Arkadi looked around and quietly asked, "Is there somewhere private we go and talk?"
JD recognized the look and pointed towards a door on the far end of the room. Novikov nodded and followed the detective to the room. Upon reaching the door, JD called out for Steve Sloan to join them. The Russian was about to question JD but she held up a hand to silence him. "Don't worry, my partner, Detective Sloan has the same security clearance level as myself . Now what did you want to talk about that could not be discussed in the main room?"
"Detectives, what I'm about to say cannot leave this room. Officially, my group are members of your Federal Bureau of Investigation's hostage rescue team."
"And off the record?" asked Steve.
"In reality, my team and myself are members of a multinational counter- terrorism strike force code-named Rainbow. The members of this group are drawn from many nations in the free world, including the former Warsaw Pact nations and even the Russian Federation. Now, Rainbow has not been made public as of yet, so We'd appreciate it if you keep this between ourselves."
JD nodded, "Of course you have our secrecy. Just for my own state of mind. If it isn't above my clearance, Who is your C/O?"
Arkadi gave the blonde detective an evil grin, "Let's just say a certain Irish-American CIA operative and Navy SEAL says hello."
"John Clark? He's in charge of your group?" asked JD.
Arkadi nodded while Steve tapped her on the shoulder and asked, "Who is this Clark guy?"
JD turned to face her lover and partner, "Nobody special, just one of the toughest black ops operatives in the business. I met him while he was still with the CIA and helped him grab some papers from a Soviet bio warfare lab back in the seventies."
Arkadi's mouth dropped as he thought, The seventies? There is no way this young woman could have known Clark during that time. She doesn't even look old enough to have been in grade school during that time.
JD caught the look of astonishment on the Russian's face. "Don't worry, I'm look a lot younger than my age. So the infamous John Clark is finally a Suite?"
"Yes, he is running a desk while the younger team members carry out ops. Which reminds me, I was told that there are two friendlies running around loose in the museum. Clark said you would fill me in on them when I got here."
Concern and anger were apparent on the blonde detective's face as she answered, "They are one Anthony "Saint" Christopher and Katie Heart." At the Russian's unanswered question, JD nodded, "Yes, Katie is my daughter and you can understand why I would like nothing better than to rip those ragheads a new hole."
"You don't know the half of it." Added Steve.
"They were attending the reception when the bad guys hit. Anthony is a hot shot helicopter pilot who has been working on the side with another secret group."
"You mean this Section 7?" asked Arkadi as he continued "Clark sent the bare bone description while my group was in the air on the way here."
"Yes, Section 7. To get back on track, Anthony has some good close combat skills and can move in and out of some tight spots without attracting attention. My daughter also has had combat training and works with the Section. The two of them have been able to map out the locations of both the bad guys and the hostages."
"Plus, they are armed and in position to help out if needed." Added Steve.
Arkady responded, "That is good to know. Are you still in contact with the two?"
"Yes, when you want, we can call them up on a secure line." Responded Steve.
Arkadi began walking back towards the main room, "Good, then I believe that it is time to introduce the rest of my team and make plans for the assault."
"Lead on." Added JD.
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Introductions were exchanged and the team began working on the plan for rescuing the hostages. A big screen monitor had been set up and now showed a floorplan of the museum. Each terrorist was marked as a white x and the hostages, a green o. JD picked up a cell phone, talked for a couple of minutes and handed it to Arkadi.
"Hello, Lt. Christopher, my name is Arkadi Novikov and I am now in charge of the people outside. Is there anything new you can add to the information you have already supplied."
Arkadi hooked the cell phone up to the computer and enabled the others to hear the conversation.
"The terrorists are still in pretty much the same positions that they were in when I last checked on them. We have been overhearing some of their conversations and noted that they are becoming more excited. I've got a feeling that something is about to happen in here and the something is not good. Look guys, you had better come in here quick or some innocent people are going to get hurt." Reported Saint.
Arkadi looked over the command post, "Well you heard the man. As we had planned back in Hereford, we are going to split into two assault teams." He turned back to the phone, "Lt. Christopher, where are you located and how near the hostages are you?"
"We are in an adjacent room. We can be with hostages in ten seconds of the initial assault." Responded Saint.
"Okay, here's how it's going to go."
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Saint listened in for a few moments then turned off the phone. Leaning back against the side of the hull he explained Rainbow's plans to his companions.
"Here's how it's gonna go down. In two hours JD will place a call to the terrorist leader. While the head bad guy is talking to your mother, the assault team will get into position."
"How many friendlies are coming in and did they tell you from which direction?" asked Katie.
"They have two assault teams coming in. The main group will hit the main entrance with three shooters. The secondary group of two shooters will be coming in from the loading entrance out in back."
A strange look came over the young woman's face, "And what are we going to be doing during all this?"
Saint pursed his lips and thought I do not like the look on that girl's face. Finally, he explained "Your mother and Steve wants up to keep our butts in this boat until the shooting's over."
In a saccharine sweet voice that sent red flags all over Saint's brain, she asked "Oh really. Is that what mom said to you before you hung up?"
With a resigned sigh, Saint responded, "No, not really. She actually told me if anything happened to you she will kick my butt from here to DC and then think up some more interesting punishments."
"You don't really expect me to stay in this boat, do you?"
"Actually, I already took that into consideration. Since we are so near the hostages, when the guys outside make their move we move in and take out the terrorists guarding the hostages." Saint pulled out his pocket map and placed it on the deck. With a red pen, he pointed "We are at this point. The hostages are being held in the room due East of us. The room North of the hostage holding area also contains hostages." Both Katie and Godzilla looked on as Saint continued. "Godzilla, I want you to infiltrate into that room North of the Holding room. When I give the signal, go into GS mode and take out the two Tangos in the room."
"Where are we going to be during that time?" asked Katie.
Saint looked up for a moment and returned back to the map. "We are going to be waiting outside the holding room on our end. I'll be masking our presence with the Force. At the right moment, I'll force push the gunmen away from the hostages. Then we will rush in, take out the guards, secure a perimeter, and wait for help to arrive."
The Amazon thought for a moment, "Uhh, Anthony. There is just one little thing wrong with your plan."
"Only one thing?"
"Let me get this straight. You plan on using the Force to throw the guards across the room then charging in with your lightsaber swinging?" At Saint's answering nod, she observed, "Just how do you plan on doing all this without the hostages or even any nearby Fed noticing that a character from Star Wars has come to life acting like Luke Skywalker. You know anybody who has been on Earth at anytime during the last thirty years will know about Jedi knights and that they should not exist. So, tell me how you plan on meeting that challenge will you?"
Saint shrugged, "Oh, I'll just do a Jedi mind trick to erase memories of anything dealing with Star Wars. It's not like we have one of those nifty neauralizers that MIB hands out to their agents."
"Oh, and what if any of the witnesses should be immune to the Jedi mind trick? In particular the members of the Fed assault team?" inquired Katie.
Saint had begun checking his weapon when he turned around and answered with an evil grin. "When I talked to your mother and this Novikov fellow, I got the impression that the so-called Feds are in fact members of another secret government agency. Soooooo, I'll tell them to have their boss call our boss and talk it over with him."
Godzilla crawled into Katie's lap and thought Even I get nervous when our 'Saint' gets those looks. He reminds me of a younger version of St. Wolf.
Don't you know it. responded Katie.
Saint looked at his watch. "If we want to take part in the upcoming party, Godzilla needs to be going." He reached out through the Force and noticed that the nearby guards were walking away. "Okay, the coast is clear. Katie, get Godzilla over the side."
Without saying a word, Katie picked up her guardian spirit and lowered him to the floor. As the iguana scurried out of the room, the Amazon sent a farewell message. Take care of yourself.
Don't worry about me. Worry about keeping the cub scout from doing something rash. replied Godzilla.
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Khalifa was getting worried. One of his men had discovered a television and the terrorist was watching CNN, trying to get a feel on what was going on in the outside world. There should be some sign of the dogs releasing our brothers from their prisons. With a snarl, he stormed out of the office and walked to where the hostages were being held.
A small exhibit room had been chosen for the temporary prison as it was an equal distance from both entrances. The terrorist paused at the full scale boat replica and pondered How far have the people of the book fallen. This is but the beginning of our Jihad against the Western Imperialists. Soon, Egypt and the Arab nations will once again regain their rightful place as world leaders. Shaking his head, he approached the Sudanese assigned to guard the hostages.
Khalifa nodded towards the hostages, huddled against the far wall. "Have there been any problems?"
"None at all. The prisoners have not made a move. Although, I did notice a lizard running across the room a few minutes ago."
Khalifa laughed, "The decadent westerners can't even keep out common vermin from their precious art museums. Oh well, in a few hours it won't matter."
"Has the government released any of our brothers?" asked the other terrorist.
"According to CNN, none at all." Khalifa grabbed the guards sleeve and pulled him closer. "Select a prisoner for the first execution. If the Americans do not begin releasing our comrades in two hours, we will shoot one to show them that we are serious about it."
"Do you have any preference as to who will be the first?"
Khalifa looked over the huddled mass and pointed at a young woman of Indian origin. A second guard walked over and pulled her to her feet. In a loud voice, Khalifa commanded, "This whore's blood will be the first spilled in our holy quest if nothing happens one hour from now."
The guards nodded as their leader walked out of the room to check over his remaining men.
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Unknown to the guards, Godzilla had been hiding behind a plant, listening to the conversation and relaying it to Katie.
Katie, did you get that? asked the guardian spirit.
Oh God Yes. replied Katie. I'll relay the information to Anthony.
To hell with staying hidden. If the terrorist makes any move to hurt that lady, I'm going to rip him to pieces. hissed Godzilla.
Stay calm and keep reporting back. I'll get back to you.
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Katie inched closer to Saint. She whispered, "I just got through talking with Godzilla. He said that the bad guys are going to off the first hostage in one hour if their demands aren't being met."
Saint nodded and took out the cell phone. Quickly getting in contact with Rainbow, he reported. "Novikov, it's Saint. I've just got some important information. The bad guys are going to shoot their first hostage in one hour if their buddies aren't being sprung from those prisons." Saint listened for a moment before replying. "I understand it's time to play ball. Okay, I'll tell Katie just make sure your people have our descriptions and know not to shoot either Katie or me. Neither you nor I want any friendly fire incidents tonight."
Katie watched as her date put down the phone. "What are they going to do?"
"The assault will occur within the hour. We had better get ready if we want to join in on the festivities" commented Saint.
"How are you going to know when they are about to launch the assault?"
Saint reached into his pocket ant pulled out a headset and attached it to the cell phone. "Wanderer had some friends modify this cell phone so it can pick up certain radio signals as a secondary feature. I've got it locked in on the channel being used by the good guys and am monitoring traffic. When Novikov transmits 'Alpha Go', we move in and protect the hostages."
Katie checked her Micro-Uzi one last time. "I hope you know what you're doing."
Saint paused and smiled at the Amazon, "Don't I always?"
Katie lightly hit him up side the head and hissed, "Don't go there, buster."
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Arkadi quickly put away the phone and looked around the command post. Annika Lofquist walked over to her team leader and asked. "What's the matter?"
Arkadi gestured to the phone, "That was Saint. The terrorists are threatening to begin executing hostages within the hour if their demands are not met."
Annika shrugged, "So, we move up the timetable by an hour."
The Russian leader nodded, "Annika, assemble the team in the main conference room. Be sure to invite Detectives Heart and Sloan."
"I'm on it." Responded the Swedish Rainbow team member as she obeyed his orders.
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Los Angeles County Museum of Art Los Angeles, California 1530 hours September 4, 2000 (Wandererverse)
The final planning for the upcoming assault was over in fifteen minutes. The five Rainbow team members performed one last equipment check and moved to their jump off positions. As planned, Rainbow split into two teams, Red and Blue, to hit the museum from two different angles. Officially, JD continued ensuring that the perimeter was secured. Unofficially, the blonde detective placed another detective in charge and moved closer to the museum to help out if everything did not go off as planned.
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Saint crept out of the ship's hold and peered over the railing. The nearest terrorist was turned away from him, lighting up a cigarette. The young American turned back towards Katie and gave her a signal to get ready. It's almost time.
The terrorist began to walk towards the hostage holding room, with his back towards the boat. Here was Saint's opportunity. He silently climbed out of the boat, followed by Katie, and used the Force to disguise his presence. There was a line of large plants, growing near the hostage room, that were thick enough to offer concealment from the enemy. Saint and Katie moved quickly behind those plants and waited for Rainbow to make their move.
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Santiago Arnavisca stopped at the street corner and switched the fire selector on his MP-5 submachine gun to full auto. He took a quick look at the other members of Blue Team and motioned towards the building across the street. Without making a sound, Blue Team crept to their jump off position near the front door of the museum. Waiting beside the main door, the Spaniard looked down at his watch. Two minutes before we go in.
Annika looked at her leader and followed him to Red Team's jump off point. The two Rainbow operatives moved past Blue Team and turned the corner of the museum. They reached a set of outside windows that opened to the main reception area. Arkadi motioned for his companion to drop down and they began crawling towards the secondary entrance. Upon reaching the jump-off point, Arkadi reached for his microphone. "All units, Alpha go. I say again Alpha go"......
TBC
Author's Note: I just wanted to say a word in recognition of the brave men and women from the United States, The United Kingdom, Australia, and the other coalition countries who are eliminating the totalitarian government of Sadaam Hussein and his Baath Party. May they be successful in their endeavor and return home safely. Say a prayer to whichever higher being to watch over them in this time of trial.
That said, action abounds in Chapter 3: Pandora Trigger (Part2) as Rainbow hits the terrorists from the outside and the two Section members strike from within. Also, more terrorist attacks rock the world as the mysterious Mr. Morden helps many smaller groups reach the big time. Finally, other forces take interest and sides in this fight between good and evil on this world. As Qui Gon would say, there is a disturbance in the Force. Life is about to get even more interesting for our heroes. I apologize for the wait between posting but the chapters are getting longer so expect the story being updated every two or three weeks. Stay tuned.
To the readers who have reviewed and responded through email and other forums, I give my heartfelt thanks. They keep me going so keep them up. Thanks.
The Merry Prankster
