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From: Tikatu Sent: 2/9/2006 4:12 PM
Thursday, July 5, 11 AM; Somewhere in Egypt, south of Baris (9 PM on Tracy Island)
"Calling International Rescue! This is Sheik Farees al-Rahman calling. Come in, International Rescue!"
Alan jumped at the sound of the call. Things had been quiet in the space station, and to Alan, quiet equaled boring. He rushed to the microphone to answer the broadcast.
"This is International Rescue responding. What is the nature of your emergency?"
There was a brief pause, and Alan could hear the speaker jabbering to someone in the background in what he surmised was fluent Arabic. Then silence for a second or two, and the speaker was back with him.
"Please, International Rescue. This is Sheik Farees al-Rahman. Before I discuss my matter with you, I must ask: is it true you now have females working for you?"
Alan frowned. This is a new one on me, he thought. But I guess it couldn't hurt to tell him. If he gets weird, I can always cut him off.
"Yes, sir," he replied. "It is true. We have women working with us now."
There was a short laugh, then the speaker said, "Praise be to Allah! I had heard of such a thing, but I could not believe it until you told me." He paused for a moment. "Now, as to my problem..."
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Alan shook his head as he opened up communications with the island. Dad isn't going to like this very much, and Mom will like it even less! he thought. Still, this man and his family need our help... and we can't be picky.
"Base from Thunderbird Five, come in, Base."
Jeff was ready to call it a night when the eyes on Alan's portrait began to flash. He toggled the switch on his desk, and responded.
"This is Base. We read you five by five, Thunderbird Five. Go ahead, Indy."
"Commander, we have an emergency call, but it's going to be a little bit tricky..."
Tricky, he says, Jeff said to himself internally. That's putting it mildly. He watched as the team members converged in the lounge, ready and eager to find out what rescue was in store for them. He stood, and took a deep breath before he began to explain.
"Team, we have a rescue, but an unusual one, at least for us," he began. "A pair of trucks holding a sheik's harem..."
He didn't get any further, because - as he expected - his wife spoke up. "A harem?" she repeated, frowning. The young men in the room began to nudge each other and grin at the thought of a modern day harem.
"Yes, Doc. A harem. A sheik's four wives, three concubines and seven children too young to leave their mothers, as well as two male drivers, were lost in a sandstorm in Egypt. The sheik has contacted us to find them for him. No one responds to his radio calls, and the GPS in the trucks is not working, at least, not at his level. Indy is doing what he can to try and use our more powerful sensors to track their signals." He paused, and looked around the room again. "The sheik has specifically requested an all-woman task force in accordance with his customs, and I have said he would get it. With one exception."
He turned to his oldest son. "Maverick, you are to rendezvous with the sheik himself and liaise with him, acting as the link between him and our me... our women in the field. However, at no time are you to approach the Danger Zone and you are to leave the vicinity when the women arrive at the sheik's current position. Is that understood?"
"F-A-B, Commander," Scott said briskly.
"Then off you go," Jeff told him. The field commander hurried off to the entrance to his Thunderbird's hangar, disappearing quickly behind the wall.
"Frankie."
Elise stepped forward, her face all business as she did so. "Yes, Commander."
"You are to take Thunderbird Two with pod seven, and include one of the recovery vehicles. Take two extra hoverbikes as well. I am sure that Thunderbird Seven will be needed at the Danger Zone. The trucks may need to be moved, and our recovery vehicles are the best things to deal with that situation." He looked around at the women in the room, making eye contact with each. "Ladies, all of you are going. Frankie is in command under Maverick, but remember that Doc is CMO and can overrule either of them in a medical situation." He smiled a little. "And please, ladies, try not to upset the balance of things. This is a situation in which... tact... is called for." Jeff looked pointedly at Dianne, who folded her arms and looked back at him just as pointedly. He motioned to Elise, indicating she should take her place at the rocket painting. "Frankie, on your way."
"F-A-B!" Elise stepped up to the painting and put her back to it, smiling.
Virgil pointed at her. "Remember, Frankie. Not a scratch!"
She snorted a laugh as, with a flick of a switch, the painting tipped her up and she disappeared.
"Sir?"
"Yes, MGM?"
"Am I to go on this rescue?"
Jeff sighed. "Yes, MGM. I said all of you ladies. There are trucks that are damaged but might be repairable. That's where you come in."
"Yes, sir." Kat smiled widely and gave John a triumphant look.
The commander leaned on his desk with both hands. "All right, ladies, on your way. Thunderbirds are go!"
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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