Missions of the Retrieval Team - Land of the Kilts

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Oooohh a new story! ith: int:
I wonder what exciting things are about to slowly be revealed to us this time. Nice day to start a good tale while it is beginning to spit snow here in Illinois.

[davedove]

Scene 1

A spa owned by the League of Moderators and located on the French Rivera

Ms. Hawk, Ms. Swan, Ms. Falcon, and I were relaxing at the League’s retreat on the French Riviera. All of us were lying face down on massage tables as a masseuse worked on our knotted muscles.

“This is certainly nicer than climbing up a frozen mountain,” said Ms. Hawk.

“I’ll second that,” said Ms. Swan.

“Yes, the League certainly does things right for its members here,” I replied.

A young woman approached me carrying a telephone receiver. “Monsieur Dove?” she asked.

“Yes,” I answered, looking up from the table.

She handed me the receiver. “A Ms. Partridge, monsieur.”

“Thank you,” I answered, taking the receiver and placing it to my ear. “Yes, Ms. Partridge.”

“Mr. Dove,” she answered, “Ms. Pleater wishes for me to express her gratitude on the task you completed for her and for retrieving the remains of our fallen sisters. And I would personally like to thank you for allowing me to work with your team. I look forward to doing so again in the future.”

“You’re welcome to join us any time, Ms. Partridge. Again, let me convey our condolences over your lost friends.”

“Thank you, I will let you get back to your holiday. Good-bye.”

I handed the phone back to the attendant, but as she was starting to walk away it rang again.

“Oui,” she answered.

After listening for a few moments, she handed the phone back to me.

“It is for you again, monsieur, the Moderator Bradley.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking the receiver. “What is it Bradley?” I asked.

“Dave,” he answered, “I hate to do this to you, but we need you to cut your leave short and return to the Great Hall.”

“Why?” I asked, sitting up on my table.

“The expedition to South America, we’ve lost contact with them.”

A few weeks previously, Jamie and Todd had organized a mission to the jungles of the Amazon to track down an old legend. Ms. Stork had gone with them, as had a few other members.

“For how long?” I asked.

“They have missed their daily check-in for three days now. We really need you to come to the Great Hall immediately.”

I knew the Moderators would be anxious, but I couldn’t help toying with Bradley a little. “I’m sorry, Brad, but we can’t come immediately. The ladies and I were in the middle of something when you interrupted and we’d like to finish. Then we’ll have to get cleaned up and put our clothes back on before we can leave.”

“Excuse me?” he demanded.

I laughed at his response. “We were in the middle of a massage,” I told him. “We can be on our way within an hour.”

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I knew the Moderators would be anxious, but I couldn’t help toying with Bradley a little. “I’m sorry, Brad, but we can’t come immediately. The ladies and I were in the middle of something when you interrupted and we’d like to finish. Then we’ll have to get cleaned up and put our clothes back on before we can leave.”

“Excuse me?” he demanded.

I laughed at his response. “We were in the middle of a massage,” I told him. “We can be on our way within an hour.”