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Hell Hath No Fury
Chapter 4
By
Wildgoose
(The sun is fading below the horizon in the west prompting the area lights to come one or two at a time. The day's shadows have long since receded into the structures from whence they were cast and the temporary night zookeeper is absent having called out leaving Alice to grumble her way through the nights routine as she storms about the zoo.)
Alice: (still grumbling as she passes the lemur habitat and literally throws the food in) I swear there should be a law against Steve taking a vacation, …working even a night of this shift is inhuman torture. (Walks to the next habitat)
(Cut to underneath the penguin habitat as Marlene comes walking into Kowalski Jr.'s room. She looks about as it is littered with all manner of parts or equipment.)
Marlene: Jeez, how do you sleep in here? (Kowalski Jr. doesn't reply or look up from his work desk but simply pushes a button somewhere and a panel slides up on the nearby wall and a bunk bed slides out. Marlene chuckles at the innovation.) Wow, ..look at you!
Jr.: Saves space, ….so what can I do for you?
Marlene: I wouldn't exactly call filling that space with junk instead of your bed saving it.
Jr.: (still doesn't turn to look at Marlene) So like I said…..?
Marlene: Oh um, I was wondering, …you're good with communications stuff right? Radios, …that short wave thing the penguins have…
Jr. : What's your point?
Marlene: Oh nothing, ..nothing really. I was just wondering if maybe you'd heard from the penguins about my kids. (Looks away) I haven't heard anything from Syron's people about them and I figured that Skipper would have checked in with something by now. I'm uh, …I'm a little worried about them. (Pause) I mean if the girls had heard something and there was a problem they'd tell me, …right?
Jr.: I wouldn't worry, …Skipper and the others are with the zookeeper. From what I hear he took care of you guys the last time, right?
Marlene: (chuckles) Those were different circumstances entirely.
Jr.: He still looked out for you though. (Pause) Look, …the girls don't know but I monitor all communications in this dump. (Marlene is astonished at his description) I'm a kid, …I'm expected to be rebellious. (Silent pause) Anyway, …dad thinks his encryption is top notch but the reality of it is that I could crack it in my sleep. With that being said I listen to everything that comes and goes so let me assure you that the girls are not keeping anything from you.
Marlene: I'm not sure if that's comforting or not. (Jr. shrugs) Um, …if you DO happen to hear anything you'll let me know right?
Jr. : In all honesty that would tip the others off that I'm eavesdropping.
Marlene: You would make that a higher priority than a mother worried about her kids?
Jr. : (shrugs) It isn't personal, …I just have to look out for me sometimes.
Marlene: (looks annoyed but then sighs with a sly look) Sooo, …..I guess the next time Skipper asks where Astrid is then I'll have to look out for me too and tell him she's with you. (Does a thing with her eyebrows) He doesn't know yet, …you enjoy not having him watch your every move don't you? (Looks away) We've never actually discussed it but Skipper strikes me as the protective type. Even more so if it came to one of his daughters, I'm certain.
Jr. : (sighs) …And that would be checkmate, I'll keep you informed. (Chuckles) Clearly I'm not as good at keeping my personal life quiet as I'd thought. (Marlene nods in acknowledgement)
Marlene: (Smiles) You're smart, Jr. …however being a parent teaches you to stay a step ahead, …and knowing is half the battle. (Marlene turns to walk out of the room)
Jr. : (As Marlene leaves Jr. thrusts his flipper in the air) Yo Joe! (Sighs as he returns to his work) The eighties, …a very antiquated decade, …but they did have some cool cartoons. (Laughs to himself) I wonder what the GI Joe characters would have looked like if they were otters and penguins.
(Cut to inside the cave of the otter habitat, Ming wakes from her sleep and looks about the cave to notice that her mother isn't there. Feeling insecure she pulls her tail up under her chin and sits there for a moment before heading out of the cave. Snap to outside of the habitat minutes later as Alice is walking past tossing fish into the otter habitat as she goes.)
Alice: (gags at the smell) I still don't understand why the zoo keeps switching back to the real thing. The wafers are cheaper and smell a whole lot better. (Inhales and then gags again) Ugh, ..working this shift is a nightmare. I don't know how Steve can stand it. (A higher pitched voice comes from the habitat)
Voice: I have nightmares sometimes, …do you want to talk about it? (Alice looks about in surprise but only see's one of the otters in the habitat nearby)
Alice: (shakes her head) This shift is getting to me already, ….I must be tired enough to hallucinate.
Voice: What are they like? (Alice looks about again and is about to walk away in haste when Ming jumps to the top of the fence and hops to the other side of the wire.) You're hallucinations… (Alice's face goes pale as she backs away several steps)
Alice: As God is my witness I will never call Steve a weirdo again, …just make whatever this is go away! (Whimpers slightly when Ming remains prompting Alice to reach out and touch Ming to make sure she's real. Then Alice frantically begins to inspect herself to make sure she hadn't been turned into a penguin again.) I'm still human! (Looks about for Kitsune) The wife is nowhere to be seen…. (Looks at Ming) How do I understand you…?(Ming shrugs) That's so not helpful… (Pause) Look, …I promised I would never ask about what goes on here at night as long as I never had to go through anything weird or bizarre again. You're officially pushing that boundary with…THIS.
Ming: (plain English) I just wanted to talk.
Alice: (tries not to scream) And that's WEIRD! You're an otter, …you're not supposed to… (Reaches out to touch Ming once more to make sure she's real.) Okay listen, …my life exists in a closed minded state. Sort of like blinders on a horse, …I keep my sanity by pretending that things like….THIS, don't happen and the world works exactly like it's supposed to. (Hands tremble slightly) I want my blinders back!
Ming: (turns to jump down off the fence and go back to the cave)(plain English) I just wanted to talk, …I had a bad dream.
Alice: (some manner of guilt starts to overcome Alice prompting her to sit on a nearby bench and grumble) Wait! (Ming stops) If I listen to your problem will you act like this never happened and let me go on with my life? (Ming nods) Okay, …just don't scratch or bite me. I'm having a hard time dealing with this as it is. (Ming hops down from the fence and then scampers over to Alice jumping up into her lap. Alice sighs nervously) So, …what's your dream about?
Ming: (plain English) I had a dream that my siblings were locked up and in trouble. They're hungry, …nobody will give them food or water. (Sniffles) It's like I was looking through their eyes,…and I don't know what to do about it. I could feel their thirst, …it was terrible.
Alice: (looks puzzled and then her expression lightens) Oh honey, ..they're fine. They're not locked up, we put them in quarantine to keep them safe. They might have eaten something that could make them sick. (Looks Ming in the eye) I promise, no one is going to starve them. They're probably just on a special diet while they're under observation. (Smiles weakly) Okay? Okay, now remember our agreement. (Shoo's Ming off her lap and the otter reluctantly starts back toward the habitat.) Wait! (Ming stops) The top of that fence is electrified; …I know it is because I turned it on myself. How did you get over it so easily?
Ming: (plain English) Physics, …that's what Jr. called it anyway. As long as I only touch one wire instead of both and I'm not touching the ground then I don't get hurt. (Starts toward the habitat again)
Alice: Wait! (Pause as Ming turns again) Who's Jr.? (Pause as she shakes her head) Never mind, I'm better off not knowing. Anyway, as long as I'm having some sort of bizarre mental breakdown answer me this. We had a female emperor penguin here a while back but it disappeared. What happened to it? (Ming smirks and replies)
Ming: (plain English) She turned you into a penguin to shut you up, don't you remember? (As Ming heads back to the cave Alice gets up from the bench with a blank expression and begins to wheel the food cart away repeating a phrase over and over.) I HATE this job, ….I HATE this job….
(The scene cuts to a room somewhere days later; it is noticeably different from the one they were in. The floors are concrete instead of metal and sound does not echo about as it had before. Yoshi, Loki, and Hannibal have once again found themselves bound and blindfolded but not gagged as they had been before. Yoshi and Loki sit on the floor nearby with large towels draped around them. Hannibal as he wakes from his induced slumber finds most of his body submerged in water and begins to try to struggle. A hushed female voice attempts to calm him.)
Voice: Do not struggle, ..they will hear you.
Hannibal: Who are you?
Voice: Someone who's trying to help you.
Hannibal: Then set us free!
Voice: I can't, …he'll find out. Then we'll all be punished.
Hannibal: He, …you mean Red? Are you a squirrel?
Voice: We have to work for him, …or our families' will die.
Hannibal: Why?
Voice: Red has incendiary charges hidden, …in forests all over the world. If we disobey, …he torches an entire forest and many animals die, ...including squirrels. We never know who's it will be, …it could be my forest, ….or that of the squirrel next to me and so on. (Tries not to shed tears) He doesn't care, ….it's a sick joke to him.
Hannibal: Why have we been captured?
Voice: I don't know. (She continues to bath him)
Hannibal: HEY! We're getting a little friendly here!
Voice: You have waste stuck in your fur; he would not free you to use the bathroom.
Hannibal: (grumbles) I remember. (Pause) Why is he doing this to us?
Voice: He needs to make you suffer.
Hannibal: So he's the one behind everything?
Voice: No, …he takes orders from another. I overhear them talking on the radio sometimes, Red calls him Hans. He wants someone else to see your suffering.
Hannibal: So we're to be starved to death?
Voice: You will dehydrate before then, …one more day without water. He wants Red to record your deaths and show it to someone. (The squirrel hoists Hannibal out of the water and drapes a towel around him.)
Hannibal: So you're going to let us die then? (The voice says nothing but the sound of metal bowls is heard as they are placed on the floor in front of him and his siblings. The blindfolds are then removed as well as freeing one paw of each. Hannibal sees a young female squirrel dump the bucket he was being bathed in down a drain in the floor before walking away towards the door with it.)
Squirrel: Eat and drink quickly, …leave no crumbs or he will know and many will be made to suffer. I will return soon to take the bowls and towels.
Hannibal: Thank you… (The squirrel says nothing as she closes the door behind her. Loki finally speaks after gulping down his water along with the others.)
Loki: Have you ever gotten that sinking feeling?
Hannibal: Only when it feels like a squirrel is groping me in a bathtub.
Loki: Won't this red know anyway because we haven't died yet from dehydration and that we've been cleaned up?
Hannibal: Maybe not, …he hasn't been in to check on us since we first met him. This squirrel is the first person to check on us in two days. Then again, maybe she was concerned because he plans to check on us sometime soon. (Turns to Yoshi) So what's the plan?
Yoshi: We free the rest of ourselves and run like crazy for our lives. Did you really need to ask?
Hannibal: We can't, not yet.
Yoshi: Um, …yea! I'm pretty sure that we can,..that girl freed one paw each. That should be enough to undo the rest of the ropes eventually.
Hannibal: We can't. Red will kill countless other animals.
Loki: You can't possibly believe her! She's one of THEM!
Yoshi: You think Red will really set fire to forests around the world?
Hannibal: He set fire to an entire park and killed I don't know how many animals just to capture us. I think he'd do it.
Loki: Look, …I hate to be selfish here but we have to worry about US. I have this thing about death, …it's just not for me.
Hannibal: Me neither, …but we have to look at the whole picture, ..and we need a plan.
Yoshi: You want to try to get information from her? (Sighs as she takes a bite of the food left for her) Alright, …but for whatever plans I come up with to accomplish that goal you'll need to trust my judgment. Hannibal, I know you're the warrior here but since I'm making the plan that means that I have the reins and call the shots. If I make the call everybody drops what they're doing and makes for the nearest way out. (Looks about) Agreed? (The others nod)
Loki: Hannibal, …that means no suicide missions! You want this Red, …I see it in your eyes but don't let yourself get killed over a girl.
Hannibal: If it had happened to Yoshi, …you wouldn't want the same thing?
Loki: That's a different story entirely, …she's my sister. (Pause) Anyway,… they took your weapons and besides that we're talking about an internet romance here. This isn't the type of cause you go all Rambo about. ®
Hannibal: It wasn't an internet romance, …we've met in person and went through a lot together before any of that. She may not matter to you, …but to me… (Pause) Listen If I have the chance, …I won't risk anyone's life but my own. (Loki begins to eat with a worried look in his eye)
(Cut to a control room, Hans sits in a chair staring at a screen with his flippers arched to his bill in thought. In the background is one other puffin at a workstation and several Squirrels bustling about doing odd jobs. Red approaches from behind and begins to speak)
Red: I've come to report…. (Cut off by Hans who simply gestures with a flipper.)
Hans: He'll come, …it's just a question of how soon.
Red: Um, right. (Pause) The captured otters have been moved on base as ordered.
Hans: Still alive, I hope.
Red: I had someone check on them.
Hans: Good. (Pause) I wonder, Red. Have you ever considered therapy regarding your fascination with fire?
Red: (Amused) You act as if it's unhealthy.
Hans: (dryly) Right. (Pause) Well I must admit that it does present its drawbacks.
Red: Come now Hans, ..certainly you can appreciate the simplicity of fire. Like us it needs air and fuel to live. It grows and creates offspring and eventually dies, ….yet despite this it is unwavering in its resolve to destroy. It doesn't worry, feel fear, hate, judge, or persecute. It just is.
Hans: You worry me, Red. To you fire sounds like a pet shredding the furniture. (Red chuckles as he turns away to tend to something else) I've dropped some anonymous hints to the Danish security forces regarding Skipper's impending arrival. (Chuckles with sinister intent) I was enthused to learn that they still remembered him.
Red: (smirks) I'll make sure they greet Skipper properly.
Hans: Red, …no fire! Let the Danes have their fun on their own, …and when Skipper is beaten and broken, bring him to me. Revenge is a dish best served cold, perfect for a hungry Antarctic bird. (Red grumbles and heads out of the room. Once he has left Hans lets out a loud sigh) I wonder, if he set fire to himself would he find it so intriguing? (Hans turns back to the screen he was watching. The other puffin in the room approaches to talk)
Puffin (female): You look concerned about something.
Hans: Blowhole has not been forthcoming about exactly WHAT his revenge plot will entail. I find myself wondering about just what he's up to.
Puffin: Does it matter, …you'll get your revenge on Skipper regardless.
Hans: Yes, …but my revenge serves a dual purpose and not knowing the intended result of that bothers me. (A ringing comes from a handset on the console. The puffin picks it up and a moment later hands it to Hans.)
Puffin: A personal call for you, Hans. (He takes the phone)
Hans: Thank you Heidi, …(Shoos her away) Give me a moment alone please. (Heidi returns to her post and in the background Hans's voice is casual for several moments but then changes to cheerful.)
(Cut to a Coast Guard cutter as it steams its way towards the north Atlantic. The scene is inside a utility room that has been cleared out and made into temporary quarters for the penguins. They sit about in various positions of comfort while having an open discussion about their plans.)
Digger: Since we know that this Hans is expecting the kids to lead us right to him, then we also know that this guy is going to be lying in wait for us. I doubt we'd make it to his hideout before we encountered trouble.
Skipper: Agreed, …but Hans isn't the only worry.
Babs: Ah yes, ..you mentioned that the Danes don't much care for you. Why is that?
Skipper: That's classified little lady!
Babs: You'll have to do a bit better than that, ..if we're going to run into the likes of these people it would help to know exactly why they're cheesed.
Skipper: I'm afraid that you'll just have to trust me.
Digger: Bollocks, ..so be it then. (Pause) Alright, …the captain already has the coordinates for our destination. The question will be how close can he get us to shore. We'll land in a shady spot beyond the shore, out of sight and under the cover of darkness. Skipper and his crew will head in country to get the job done while blue squadron acts as cavalry ready to lift off at a moment's notice.
Private: You guys won't be coming with us?
Skipper: A smaller unit can move faster and has better chances of avoiding detection, Private. The less resistance we encounter the better and time is a factor. We haven't heard a peep about the kids since Han's transmission.
Mel: Anyway, …no worries. If you get in a jam then blue squadron's got your backside, you just give us a call and we'll be by directly to bring the rain.
Rico: Kaboom?
Skipper: You took the words right out of my mouth, Rico. What kind of ordinance does your chopper carry?
Mel: (Looks smug) We've got us a fifty gun mounted in the nose!
Skipper: A fifty gun?
Kowalski: Skipper, more than likely the Aussies are referring to a fifty caliber weapon. (Pauses and then turns to Mel.) Machine gun, …right? (Mel nods)
Skipper: Holy cod, …that's IT? How do you expect to be our backup with only that?
Babs: We're search and rescue, ..we've never needed more. Most times we only get to fire it when some drunk over the mainland thinks we're some kind of RC craft and tries to shoot at us for fun.
Mel: (chuckles) We've got plenty of close in FLIR images of their faces when we shoot back at them.
Kowalski: Well isn't that just jolly! However that doesn't do us any good when we've got the Dane's and whatever Hans has to throw at us bearing down on our feathered derrieres. (The blues look back and forth at each other)
Don: Is he talking about his bum?
Digger: (Ignores the comment) So what do you suggest then?
Skipper: Kowalski, …I need options.
Kowalski: Skipper, while the blue's helicopter is a scaled down version of the real thing it IS still a military helicopter by all specifications. If I'm correct the MH-53 should be capable of carrying other ordinance.
Skipper: Excellante, …Kowalski you and Rico pimp out the blues ride for them.
Kowalski: Are you looking for the Rico special?
Skipper: Surprise me, Kowalski. Take some of the blues with you so they know exactly what they're getting into. (Kowalski salutes and is about to head out when a knock comes at the door and a moment after the ship's captain enters the room.)
Captain: Greetings um, …guys. I wanted to touch base with you so that we're all on the same page here. Now, ..I know that this is a classified OP and I'm not privy to exactly what you're doing. (Looks about the room at the penguins) You know what; you guys have to give me something here. How do I know that you even understand what I'm saying? (Looks about the room again) Come on, …how do we do this? (Skipper makes the first gesture by typing into the qwerty board strapped to his flipper. All translation from this point involves this device.)
Skipper: There, …is that better for you?
Captain: (surprised) If that doesn't beat all. (Pause) All right then, …as I was saying although I don't know what your mission is I can get you about fifty miles off the coast of Denmark. That way it appears as if I'm simply taking the scenic route to get to where I was originally supposed to be headed to. Once we're in position the rest is up to you, …Your bird will be fully fueled plus drop tanks and we'll do our best to remain nearby until you return. (Sighs) Now is there anything that you need?
Skipper: We may have an ordinance issue, …we'll keep you informed.
Captain: You do that. Anything else?
Rico: Female company would be nice?
Captain: That's, …a bit of a tall order. I don't think I can help with that one.
Babs: Hey, …what do I look like over here a dogs used chew toy? (The penguins are no longer using the translators but the captain is able to recognize an argument when he hears one and quietly excuses himself from the room)
Kowalski: I'm sure Rico didn't mean it personally, it's just that when you're the only female amongst six like penguins the odds of you being already involved are…(pulls out an abacus and crunches some numbers) Well let's just say that they're astonishingly high.
Babs: Hmmph! (Crosses her flippers and turns away)
Rico: (rolls his eyes) Ho boy! (Kowalski and Skipper walk to the far side of the room with Rico)
Skipper: Don't worry about her, Rico. ..But in light of that, …why is companionship such a worry for you lately?
Kowalski: Has your previous relationship with Kitsune allowed you to hear your biological clock ticking? (Rico does a so-so gesture with his flipper)
Rico: (Grunts) After we broke up I had a real idea for the first time what loneliness actually felt like. (Shrugs) The doll wasn't doing it for me anymore.
Kowalski: You do have options you know. Aside from Babs and whatever apparent issues she has, …Elisa, Meg, Pepper, and Syron are all available.
Skipper: HEY!
Kowalski: I apologize Skipper but the fact that she is raising your daughter does not actually make her unavailable. Especially since you're married to Marlene and have a child with her as well.
Don: (having overheard) Skipper's a player? (Laughs heartily)
Skipper: (scolding) I am NOT a player, …there are very personal circumstances involved thank you very much. (As the others continue to talk Private waddles over to Babs who is standing off by herself fuming)
Private: Please don't be insulted, I'm sure Rico didn't mean anything by it.
Babs: I'm the only bloody girl in a room full of guys and I still can't get a date.
Private: Really? That sounds a bit difficult to believe, ..they must get lonely.
Babs: (scoffs) Lonely, yes. That would be where the photos from National Geographic® or some other nature magazine come into play. (Pause) But me, …I've been working with the guys long enough that they see me as one of THEM. It has its advantages mind you but it makes it tough as a croc's hide to get a date.
Private: I'm sure there's ways around that, …maybe if you act a little less like them and more like, ..well…
Babs: A sheila?
Private: If that's the word you want to go with, yes.
Babs: Oh, ..and I suppose you'd like me to build a nest and shake my tail feathers about to get attention too. You bloakes are all alike…
Private: (Sighs in defeat) Actually, …I wonder if we may have just stumbled upon the reason you can't get a date. (The two continue to banter back and forth and the scene fades to much later on the aft deck of the ship where the helicopter is chained to the deck. Kowalski, Rico, and Mel are busy looking through the craft trying to decide what modifications to make.)
Kowalski: I can't believe what I'm seeing, …what kind of military helicopter IS this?
Mel: As we told you before, …we're search and rescue.
Kowalski: Yes, …so you did. (sighs) ..But the day Rico's gut can no longer hold tools of destruction and mayhem is the day I give up trying to put those tools to good use. (Pause) Rico, …let's see what you've got for us. (Rico wipes his bill with his flipper and is about to regurgitate when in the background the opening chords to "Bad to the Bone" by George Thurgood begins to echo through the chopper.)
Mel: (climbs into the chopper, locates the sound and silences it) Sorry, …that was my Ipod®. All that climbing about on the craft must have knocked it to the floor and hit the play button.
Kowalski: Um, ….Okey dokey. Anyway…(gestures to Rico who regurgitates weapons one after the other until his belly is empty.) Let's make some major modifications! (Fade to hours later as the other penguins have come to see the finished work)
Skipper: So what am I supposed to be looking at here, Kowalski? I don't see much of a difference other than the nose art.
Nigel: I was about to say something about that actually, ..you guys don't think painting a mouth full of teeth chomping on a puffin on the nose of our craft is a bit much?
Kowalski: On the contrary, I think it sends exactly the right message under the circumstances.
Nigel: Which is what exactly?
Skipper: "Puffin, …it's what's for dinner!"
Digger: Let's uh, …let's get back to that later. What else have you yanks done to our craft?
Kowalski: My thoughts exactly, ..well the reason you can't see the modifications is because I was well...wrong when I assumed that all military vehicles were designed to unleash hell. As it turned out this particular craft was only designed to carry defensive guns so I had to get a bit creative. You'll notice the box like structure attached under the tail. (Kowalski gestures to Mel who climbs into the craft and begins to push buttons at his station. Flaps open on either side of the box and winglets with weapons stores extend outward.)
Skipper: Nice Kowalski! So what have we got?
Kowalski: Well that was another snag we hit, …Rico's ordinance wasn't the type used for air to ground to we had improvise based on what we had plus whatever the ship was carrying.
Skipper: Which was what?
Kowalski: Not much really, …all they had was machine gun rounds and five inch shells.
Skipper: What the! What kind of a warship IS this? (Sighs) All right, so what DID you come up with?
Kowalski: A stinger missile, unguided rocket pods using the warheads from the five inch shells, and a modified javelin missile. (groans) I wanted to construct a tactical nuclear rocket but as it turns out this ship has no nuclear reactor to steal material from.
Skipper: This ship runs on fossil fuel? (Shakes his head) Humans, …when are they going to learn that the only clean and truly efficient fuels in this world are the ones that make you glow in the dark? (Pause as Skipper notices something else on the weapons pod) So what's that one on the end there?
Kowalski: (downbeat) Oh that, …that's just a plasma blaster.
Skipper: Outstanding! When did you come up with that one?
Kowalski: I uh, …actually I didn't. This was Jr.'s design, …he likes to show me up with his own inventions.
Private: …But if he designed it to show you up, why are you using it then?
Kowalski: I was out of ideas okay? There's only so much I could do with what I had and electrical components are something this ship has scores of!
Skipper: Calm down Kowalski, …nobody here will tell your son that we tested his little toy. (Turns to Rico and whispers) Rico, …when we get back see what else Jr. can whip up for us. His old man seems to be losing his touch. (Rico nods with enthusiasm)
Babs: Well, …I can't rightly say I'll feel the same way about flying the old girl with all that you've done to her.
Skipper: Really,…and why is that?
Babs: Well, …usually on a mission we're out to go help somebody. So I kind of get this feeling like "Here I come to save the day!" (Pause as she receives blank expressions from Skipper's group) You know, …Mighty Mouse®.
Private: Who?
Babs: Crikey,...it's a cartoon from your own bloody country! (Pause) Anyway, …just looking at her now the only feeling I think I'm going to get from flying her is "death from above."
Skipper: …And it's a truly wonderful feeling that is sure to grow on you. (Pause) Good work people! (Both groups move to head inside and inform the captain of their progress and prepare for their mission ahead)
Chapter 5 coming soon.
FLIR: Forward Looking Infrared Radar
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