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Lillehafrue
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From: Tikatu Sent: 3/22/2006 4:44 PM
"One, two, three... lift!"
The two women, the doctor and the nurse, lifted the body bagged figure onto an antigravity stretcher. In the background, Thunderbird Two was powering up, ready to take the relatively able-bodied rescue victims to rendezvous with the sheik... and Thunderbird One. The winds had died down considerably, and Alan had provided Thunderbird Seven coordinates to the hospital in nearby Baris. Once Thunderbird Two had dropped off the repaired truck and its occupants, it would meet up with Seven on the outskirts of the city.
Nikki and Dianne maneuvered the stretcher to the rear of the mobile treatment center. The tiny morgue was back there, with access to the outside so that the dead wouldn't have to pass through the surgery to be stored. Nikki raised the strength of the antigravity field, bringing the stretcher slowly up to the level of the first long cubicle, then clamped the side of the stretcher to the opening. The man had been difficult to extricate, and he was heavy, so preparing him for his ride to Baris had taken time, and both women felt muscles that they knew they had, but hadn't complained until then.
"Again on three," Dianne said into her communicator. "One, two, three!"
Together, they slid the body over, grunting a bit at the bulkiness. Finally, he was in place, and Dianne unfastened the stretcher. Nikki folded it up while the doctor closed the cubicle up and locked it.
"Ready t' go?" Dianne asked.
"Oh yes," Nikki replied as they walked around to the front of the Thunderbird. She climbed in after Dianne, removing her helmet, and hanging it up on a hook. "I can hardly wait to get back to base and have a hot bath."
"Same here," Dianne replied, shedding her suit. She sat in the pilot's seat. Even though the winds had died down, they still had some surprises in them, and with Seven being a hovercraft, it was decided that Nikki would ride in the medical cabin at the doctor's monitoring station, and that Dianne would pilot.
Nikki stepped into the medical cabin. Of the seven women, seven children, and four men involved in the rescue, two women, one man, and four children were returning to the sheik, most of them with minor injuries. The five women who remained in the cabin had varying degrees of concussion, and the eldest, the sheik's favorite, had fractured vertebrae in her neck. Dianne had done what she could surgically, but it was for doctors with more specialized skill to fully repair the damage. The two men were also concussed, and the driver of the second truck had a severe case of whiplash. The two children included the boy with the broken arm, and a little girl who had broken ribs.
The nurse walked by them, tweaking a cover here, checking biosigns there. She pulled back the curtain separating the men from the women where the men's feet were located, and checked their biosigns as well. One of the men, who was conscious, grabbed her hand and kissed it. She stifled a smile and wagged a warning finger at him. Then she replaced the curtain, and sat down at the monitoring station, activating it. She strapped herself in, and called up to Dianne.
"I'm ready when you are, Doc."
"F-A-B," was the reply. The hovercraft lifted from the sand, and began the trek north to the hospital. Behind them, Thunderbird Two rose into the air and headed north-northwest for its own rendezvous with the field commander.
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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