Missions of the Retrieval Team - Land of the Kilts

**Jock Scot** · 9th June 09, 09:37 AM

Originally Posted by davedove

Jock's got a gun!!! Everybody duck!!!

Well, surely you aren't expecting me to hurl stones about, are you? You can cause serious damage with those things,you know!

**Wompet** · 9th June 09, 02:48 PM

Originally Posted by Jock Scot

Now, where has Wompet scuttled off to? My eye sight is not what is was, I would hate to put a hole in one of the home team!

Jock, I would be the large, shaggy white blur.
The large green blurs are the trees, which are, understandably, fair game.

**Jock Scot** · 10th June 09, 01:31 AM

Originally Posted by Wompet

Jock, I would be the large, shaggy white blur.
The large green blurs are the trees, which are, understandably, fair game.

Don't laugh Jock! Oh please don't laugh, Jock! You know it hurts to laugh, Jock! Oh B----- H --- it hurts to laugh! OOOH, OOOOO, OUCH, OWWWW!

**davedove** · 9th June 09, 08:27 AM

Originally Posted by Livingston

We don't want the natives tampering with something that might just prove a little strong for them.

I don't know, you haven't tried their local brew yet.

**Wompet** · 8th June 09, 03:52 PM

Jock has rejoined the expedition!
It's good to have you back.

**Colonel MacNeal** · 9th June 09, 02:08 AM

Welcome back Sir Jock!

**Ancienne Alliance** · 9th June 09, 02:10 AM

Bienvenue Monsieur Jock !

Robert et sa famille

**Tartan Shortbread Jock** · 15th June 09, 03:34 PM

Looking forward to scene 46.
The suspence is killing me.
Hope there is a twist at the end.

**Livingston** · 15th June 09, 04:50 PM

Dave, give Jock and me a little time to hunt around and I think we'll be able to come up with something. The late LT should have some type of transportation that we can use.

**davedove** · 16th June 09, 05:38 AM

Scene 46

The Land of Hekata, atop a tepui

Two days later we all gathered together to discuss our options. The Captain let us use his office for our meeting.

“Ms. Swan,” I asked, “any luck with the radios?”

“No,” she answered. “Whatever it is that’s stopping reception is constant. Maybe I could figure something out if I was back in the lab with all my equipment, but not here.”

I turned to Greg. I had sent him with a small team to examine the compound for any type of transport.

“All Jock and I found was a small boat down by the river,” he answered. “It won’t hold more than a few people. It was probably an escape craft for the Lieutenant.”

“We’ll keep that as one option. A few people could take the boat and seek help. How did they get the slaves out?” I asked. “There wouldn’t be much profit if you couldn’t transport them elsewhere.”

“We searched the Lieutenant’s office for any information,” said Jock. “Apparently, there is regular traffic to and from the compound to either bring in new slaves for training, or to ship out others to be sold.”

“How many will that transport hold?”

“We don’t know for certain, but we found records in the last year for shipping out up to twenty slaves. Since the transport is by boat, the size of the craft is limited to what the river can accommodate, say maybe up to forty.”

“Even forty isn’t large enough to take all of us and the captives. When is the next scheduled transport due?”

“Tomorrow,” Greg answered.

“Well, then we caught it just in time. It looks like we need to plan a little piracy operation.”