Missions of the Retrieval Team - Kiltmen Down

[Panache]

I'm excited now!

My Dear Dirka,

Please do not write things like this as davedove has a weak heart and could keel over and die mid-story. Also such comment encourages Grant to make uncouth remarks, and Grant is trying very hard to prove himself cured and therefore no longer requiring a stay in a padded cell*.



Cheers

Jamie






*or at the very least that he is being a very good patient and deserves a second helping of pudding.

[Erisianmonkey]

All this kidnapping stuff makes me glad I'm a hermit of sorts. Much harder to kidnap a kiltie when he only leaves his home rarely and sporadically, and has a collection of swords around him.

Seriously, great story.

[Howard Clark]

Yes, the forging shop, and 'everything' being a weapon also seems to discourage this sort of thing here in my little hermitage as well.

Do continue Dave, good story !

[Pleater]

Yes, Dave - get on with the story - before one of the more impatient forum members comes around to see why you aren't spending more time at the keyboard.

Maybe someone should look around the laboratory for a device for extracting a story -

Perhaps coercion might bring swifter results.

Hmm - should I open the safe and bring out my recipe for nut and honey ice cream? It would be a devilish thing to do, to unleash the flavoured ice cream onto anyone unprepared for the experience.

Maybe the vanilla with a touch of cinnamon served with apple crumble would be sufficient.

Oh - he has a weak heart - perhaps the lemon sorbet with cream and a dash of vintage port would be more appropriate. Or maybe just have him read the recipe for the warm chocolate mousse with extra chocolate sauce - with the serving suggestions, if his hands don't start to shake and his eyes glaze over by the 'stir gently in a warm bath adding brandy' part.

In a kitchen everything really is a weapon.

[Dirka Skene]

Hmm - should I open the safe and bring out my recipe for nut and honey ice cream? It would be a devilish thing to do, to unleash the flavoured ice cream onto anyone unprepared for the experience.

Maybe the vanilla with a touch of cinnamon served with apple crumble would be sufficient.

Oh - he has a weak heart - perhaps the lemon sorbet with cream and a dash of vintage port would be more appropriate. Or maybe just have him read the recipe for the warm chocolate mousse with extra chocolate sauce - with the serving suggestions, if his hands don't start to shake and his eyes glaze over by the 'stir gently in a warm bath adding brandy' part.

In a kitchen everything really is a weapon.

ALL OF THE ABOVE PLEASE!!!!

[Pleater]

WWAAAAA!!

Still no further chapters.

Maybe he isn't a pudding man - it might require a different approach - there is the spiced game casserole I supose.

It might even require the ultimate - beefsteak pie with carrot and oysters.

It was included in the treaty on cruel and unnatural treatment - I didn't see why, perfectly natural - the carrots help with seeing in the dark and the oysters provide something to look at.

Just because a few of the more suscepable suffered dehydration drooling at the smell it is no reason to outlaw it - and as for putting the soused onions on the Class B list - that is just being vindictive. It said on the invitation to bring a partner. Eating the whole lot themselves was just asking for trouble.

[James MacMillan]

The evil forces have crashed Dave's computer - - - we will never learn more.

[Dirka Skene]

Oooh oooh! What next?!

[davedove]

Scene 33


Private manor owned by Globo-Fashion


We made our way back up the stairs. Although we stayed alert, we still saw no guards. I couldn’t believe our escape would be so easy.

When we made it back to the dining room, it turned out it wouldn’t be that easy. As we reached the middle of the room, several armed guards suddenly filled all the exits.

I gently sat down Dirka’s husband and she bent over him. My associates also sat down the other men and formed a protective circle around them. As we stood ready, Ivana entered the room.

“So, Mr. Dove,” she said, “You’re leaving?”

“Yes, dinner seemed to be over, so I thought I would take my leave.”

“Ah yes, dinner. It seems I need to screen my caterers a little better. I suppose you think you were just going to walk out of here.”

“That was the plan,” I answered.

“You know I can’t allow that. My work here is too important. It is a shame though. You would have made a good addition to our group. Think of what you have thrown away.”

“You tried to tempt me with the wrong things, Ivana. Sure, I have beautiful women around me. But they’re not my servants. They’re my partners, my equals. No mindless arm candy could ever be the same as that. Although that’s something you will probably never understand.”

“Equals! Why would I want equals? I want power; I want servants.”

“Then I guess our business is done.”

“Yes it is, Mr. Dove. And I am afraid we are not going to bother with reeducating you. We will still reeducate your associates, but you will be eliminated.”

Ivana raised the pistol she carried, pointed it directly at me, and pulled the trigger.

[Livingston]

OUCH, doesn't look good for the home team. Wonder who is going to pick up this tale with DaveDove gone?