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Lena had been watching the show, fascinated by what she'd seen. Dis puts tings in a whole different light. I know what dey do, but dis tells me even more. It's interesting to see it from otter people's perspective. She'd gone to get herself some tea during the commercials and returned just in time.
When the commercial break ended, Ned once again appeared, with the hospital and both pro and anti International Rescue demonstrators behind him. There were also police, preventing any of those people from rushing up to Ned to try to have their say on camera. Lena was about to take a sip of her tea when the little interview with the "Tyrikalicans" came up on the screen. For a few moments she watched, her eyes and mouth wide open in sheer astonishment, almost forgetting the teacup in her hand. As soon as Rae finished her last comment, she began to shake with laughter. The tea slopped out of the cup and she hurriedly put it aside, still laughing as she got up and fetched a dish towel to sponge up the spilled drink.
She sat down again, still chuckling and wiping the tears from her eyes. Aliens indeed! Dose people look more alien to me dan IR ever has. She picked up her cup and took a sip. Then she smiled again. I wonder what dey would do if dey saw de new uniforms. Change deir robes?
"Welcome back. Still later last month, International Rescue was needed in Malaysia. Here to report and update us, is one of the victims of that crash, reporter Solada Srisai."
The picture switched to a young women, standing at the edge of a jungle. She appeared to be very nervous, but determined. "This is Solada Srisai. Behind me is the jungle where the plane carrying King Bhumibol Adulyadej the Third, his wife, Queen Manya-Phathon, and their retinue -- including myself -- crashed, ending up in several trees, with no obvious way to get out and down to the ground. We were on our way back home to Thailand from a visit to Australia when it happened.
"So far, investigations have come up with no reason for the crash. The people in Australia who checked it out prior to our departure stated unequivocally that the jet was in perfect condition. The pilot and co-pilot were highly experienced and well trained individuals. They were also loyal to the royal family. There was no reason for them to deliberately crash the jet.
"We had no way to call anyone, as communications apparently went out, too. We are very grateful to whoever contacted International Rescue. And we were disbelieving at first that anyone had come to help. But once we realized that it was so, relief spread throughout the jet's cabin. It took some time, as they had to stabilize the jet so it wouldn't fall further to the ground while they got us out. They not only did, they took care of our injuries, at least enough to enable us to get to a hospital. The medical vehicle they had seemed to be extremely well equipped to handle just about anything."
She took a deep breath before continuing. "We have since learned that this area of the jungle has been the scene of many disappearances. The locals have become very afraid to go in, and say there is some kind of curse on the area, although they can offer no reason for it. But no one will venture in, which is why International Rescue was called.
"As for the passengers, we are all recovering physically. We have returned to our jobs and are trying to get back to normal. The king and queen couldn't be here with me, but sent a recorded message."
The scene switched to an elegantly furnished room. The king and queen were sitting side by side, with one bodyguard and the king's secretary standing behind them. The queen's secretary was also seated, a little off to the side. The king began to speak.
"I wish to thank all of the members of International Rescue for coming to our aid. If it had not been for them, I'm sure more of us would have died." He looked over at his wife and took her hand, squeezing it affectionately. "The queen and I have always felt that this organization serves a vital purpose in the world, and now we have firsthand proof of it. As you can see, three members of our staff who were with us in the jet are also here. They, as well as the other survivors of the crash are in agreement on this. I only wish there was more we could say or do to show our gratitude."
The scene switched back to Solada, who said, "I have nothing more to add, other than that I, too, am thankful that International Rescue was willing to help. I do understand that some of their operatives were injured recently. I believe I speak for the king and queen as well as all those they rescued on that day when I say that we wish them a speedy recovery."
The video ended, and Ned appeared on the screen. "Thank you, Solada. We'll return with more on the latest rescues after these messages."
Lena sighed. Dose poor people. It was very brave of dat woman to do dat piece. I wonder if Dianne and Jeff are watching dis. Probably. I bet dey all are. Even Christopher -- I wonder where he is and what he's doing now.
She paused to finish her tea, then smiled. But most of all I wonder if Dianne got my get well present yet. I hope she likes bot regular and butterscotch brownies. I'm glad I found a business dat does dat kind of ting. It's a good ting I knew about her uncle Andrew and was able to find de Carmichael's address; otterwise I couldn't have sent dem. She probably has plenty of flowers. I would be surprised to hear she hadn't awakened to tink she was dead and in a funeral home. But den, dey may not have allowed too many bouquets in her room. She grinned, remembering the card she included with the brownies. It read To Doc, from Agent 62 (PS. No one had better lay a finger on the contents before she gets it.)
She took her mug into the kitchen and rinsed it out, putting it on the drainer to air dry, then returned to the living room. She hesitated before sitting down and glanced at her office door.
Hmm; I wonder if....
Her thoughts were interrupted by the commercials ending and Ned Cook once again on the screen.
--written by Hobbeth, with a tweak or two from Tikatu on 11/22/2006
  
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