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Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Hoom, hoom. I assume you know by now that it wasn't the eye thing she was annoyed about. And I'm glad you review a lot. Thank you.
Raven Firedragon: I'm glad you like it! And I've written more, is this good enough?
Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Ugh! Even the thought of not having Internet access is sickening to me!
And now, on with the psychosis.
Huntress: Team is in position.
Raven: Excellent. You remember your objectives?
Huntress: We do.
Raven: Warrior? Do you remember your special instructions?
Warrior: Yes, Raven. Reaper explained them to me at length.
Raven: Excellent. Then initiate.
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An explosion rocked the Swiss government building in Bern. As the smoke cleared in the President's office, a man, a girl and six elves stared at an empty desk. There was a long silence.
Finally, Sarah said, "Well, that's a minor setback. UC 571, step outside and find out what's going on, please." The elf nodded, and moved to the door.
The thick door was locked, but the elf reached into his robe and pulled out a telescoping spear. The handle was, Boromir noted, made from the funny Plass Tick that people made so much use of, but the tip was good, old fashioned metal. It was covered in elven carvings, and seemed somehow . . . familiar.
The elf extended the spear to its full length, swing it down . . . and sliced through the metal of the door lock as if it were paper. Instantly, Boromir recalled where he had seen the spear design before - in an old picture of the armies of the Last Alliance. But if the spear was Aeglos, then that would mean that the elf was . . .
"W-was möchtest du?" said a quavering voice, startling Boromir from his thoughts. He noted that number 571 had dragged in a frightened clerk-type person into the room. Sarah smiled at the bespectacled man.
"Sprechen sie English?" she asked. The man nodded, trying to control his shaking hands. Sarah smiled. "Good. I am Huntress," she said, speaking slowly. "Where is the President?"
The man frowned, and then worked it out. "Herr President is . . . he and the Federal Council have gone to Kandersteg to . . . how you say, inspect the Army base there."
Sarah nodded. "Danke schön. Five seven one, you can let him go now."
The elf nodded, and dropped the terrified man, who scuttled out into the corridor. Sarah looked at her team. "Well," she said, "you heard the man. We have some travelling to do. Boromir, take the team out to the river. I've got some things to buy."
An hour or so later, Boromir was having the most fun he had in ages. As a river - he hadn't bothered to find out the name - ran all the way from Bern to the other place, Kandersteg, Sarah had decided that the simplest way to get there was by boat. Or rather, raft.
But this wasn't a smooth ride, oh no. The river ran down hill for the whole ten league stretch, and much of it was rocky. Boromir, who hadn't done this sort of thing for years - the elven boats didn't really count, that had been too calm - was soaked to the skin after having fallen in twice. Despite that, he was exhilarated.
All too soon, the journey came to an end. The boat came to a halt just upriver of Kandersteg Town, where a glacier-melt stream joined the river, turning the water pale grey. As the eight jumped out, Boromir glanced up . . .
. . . to see a beautiful sight. Mountains as majestic as those that rose near his homeland towered above the green valley, sunlight glinting off the glaciers at their peaks. Sarah noticed his distraction, followed his gaze, and smiled. "Yes, it got me like that the first time too," she said. Then she added, in a brisk tone, "There'll be plenty of time for sightseeing later. Right now, we have a job to do."
As the team wandered up the road to the town, looking for all the world like a group of tourists, Boromir moved over to beside Number 571. Without preamble, he said, "You're Gil-Galad. Aren't you?"
The elf looked over at him, and nodded. "I was Ereinion Gil-Galad, the High King of the Elves of Middle Earth. Now I am unit commander five seventy- one, servant of the almighty Raven. I have yet to decide which is a better life."
Boromir would have continued the conversation, but the government party appeared. The group were surrounded by bodyguards, but they were not reckoning on the skills of the elves of Arda. Not fighting skills, in this case, but elven magic. Gil-Galad began to sing.
Not just any song, but a powerful song from the First Age of the Sun. It was the song that Luthien Tinuviel had sung in the fortress of Morgoth. It had enough power to send even one of the Valar to sleep. On Earth it was not so potent, but the entire group nevertheless fell into a deep slumber in the road.
When the elf lord gave the signal, the seven members of his team removed their earplugs and moved forward. They checked each member of the President's group, consulted Sarah's printout of the faces of the government members, and shot anyone on the Federal Council in the head.
Once they were sure all were accounted for, they dropped one of David's posters among the sleeping bodyguards and left the vicinity. As they did so, Sarah got out her Lapt Op and let Gil-Galad call in his troops. By the time the Elves attacked, Boromir, Sarah and Gil-Galad were well on their way back to Lon Don, where the Raven awaited them.
* * * *
Right, that's that. I've only had one request for a poster. Doesn't anyone else want one? Just mail me at huinesoron@hotmail.com. I won't bite, honest.
Failing that //sigh// how about a review?
hS
Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Hoom, hoom. I assume you know by now that it wasn't the eye thing she was annoyed about. And I'm glad you review a lot. Thank you.
Raven Firedragon: I'm glad you like it! And I've written more, is this good enough?
Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Ugh! Even the thought of not having Internet access is sickening to me!
And now, on with the psychosis.
Huntress: Team is in position.
Raven: Excellent. You remember your objectives?
Huntress: We do.
Raven: Warrior? Do you remember your special instructions?
Warrior: Yes, Raven. Reaper explained them to me at length.
Raven: Excellent. Then initiate.
* * * *
An explosion rocked the Swiss government building in Bern. As the smoke cleared in the President's office, a man, a girl and six elves stared at an empty desk. There was a long silence.
Finally, Sarah said, "Well, that's a minor setback. UC 571, step outside and find out what's going on, please." The elf nodded, and moved to the door.
The thick door was locked, but the elf reached into his robe and pulled out a telescoping spear. The handle was, Boromir noted, made from the funny Plass Tick that people made so much use of, but the tip was good, old fashioned metal. It was covered in elven carvings, and seemed somehow . . . familiar.
The elf extended the spear to its full length, swing it down . . . and sliced through the metal of the door lock as if it were paper. Instantly, Boromir recalled where he had seen the spear design before - in an old picture of the armies of the Last Alliance. But if the spear was Aeglos, then that would mean that the elf was . . .
"W-was möchtest du?" said a quavering voice, startling Boromir from his thoughts. He noted that number 571 had dragged in a frightened clerk-type person into the room. Sarah smiled at the bespectacled man.
"Sprechen sie English?" she asked. The man nodded, trying to control his shaking hands. Sarah smiled. "Good. I am Huntress," she said, speaking slowly. "Where is the President?"
The man frowned, and then worked it out. "Herr President is . . . he and the Federal Council have gone to Kandersteg to . . . how you say, inspect the Army base there."
Sarah nodded. "Danke schön. Five seven one, you can let him go now."
The elf nodded, and dropped the terrified man, who scuttled out into the corridor. Sarah looked at her team. "Well," she said, "you heard the man. We have some travelling to do. Boromir, take the team out to the river. I've got some things to buy."
An hour or so later, Boromir was having the most fun he had in ages. As a river - he hadn't bothered to find out the name - ran all the way from Bern to the other place, Kandersteg, Sarah had decided that the simplest way to get there was by boat. Or rather, raft.
But this wasn't a smooth ride, oh no. The river ran down hill for the whole ten league stretch, and much of it was rocky. Boromir, who hadn't done this sort of thing for years - the elven boats didn't really count, that had been too calm - was soaked to the skin after having fallen in twice. Despite that, he was exhilarated.
All too soon, the journey came to an end. The boat came to a halt just upriver of Kandersteg Town, where a glacier-melt stream joined the river, turning the water pale grey. As the eight jumped out, Boromir glanced up . . .
. . . to see a beautiful sight. Mountains as majestic as those that rose near his homeland towered above the green valley, sunlight glinting off the glaciers at their peaks. Sarah noticed his distraction, followed his gaze, and smiled. "Yes, it got me like that the first time too," she said. Then she added, in a brisk tone, "There'll be plenty of time for sightseeing later. Right now, we have a job to do."
As the team wandered up the road to the town, looking for all the world like a group of tourists, Boromir moved over to beside Number 571. Without preamble, he said, "You're Gil-Galad. Aren't you?"
The elf looked over at him, and nodded. "I was Ereinion Gil-Galad, the High King of the Elves of Middle Earth. Now I am unit commander five seventy- one, servant of the almighty Raven. I have yet to decide which is a better life."
Boromir would have continued the conversation, but the government party appeared. The group were surrounded by bodyguards, but they were not reckoning on the skills of the elves of Arda. Not fighting skills, in this case, but elven magic. Gil-Galad began to sing.
Not just any song, but a powerful song from the First Age of the Sun. It was the song that Luthien Tinuviel had sung in the fortress of Morgoth. It had enough power to send even one of the Valar to sleep. On Earth it was not so potent, but the entire group nevertheless fell into a deep slumber in the road.
When the elf lord gave the signal, the seven members of his team removed their earplugs and moved forward. They checked each member of the President's group, consulted Sarah's printout of the faces of the government members, and shot anyone on the Federal Council in the head.
Once they were sure all were accounted for, they dropped one of David's posters among the sleeping bodyguards and left the vicinity. As they did so, Sarah got out her Lapt Op and let Gil-Galad call in his troops. By the time the Elves attacked, Boromir, Sarah and Gil-Galad were well on their way back to Lon Don, where the Raven awaited them.
* * * *
Right, that's that. I've only had one request for a poster. Doesn't anyone else want one? Just mail me at huinesoron@hotmail.com. I won't bite, honest.
Failing that //sigh// how about a review?
hS