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From: Tikatu Sent: 3/27/2006 8:50 PM
Scott sighed with relief to see the bulk of Thunderbird Two settle down in the sands behind the ruins. Seconds after touching down, the body of the cargo carrier lifted up and away from the pod.
"Package delivery for one sheik... whatever his name is," Elise's voice quipped in his ear.
"Very cute, Frankie," Scott muttered. "I'll let the sheik know that his people are here."
"F-A-B," Elise replied. "You should have him get someone else to drive the truck; the guy who's in there now really isn't fit."
"F-A-B."
Scott climbed out of Thunderbird One, and walked over to where the sheik stood, organizing his remaining men. The man turned to him, a bright, white smile flashing.
"Many thanks to you and your organization," the sheik said, bowing briefly. "It is good to know that my family has been rescued and returned to me."
"You're welcome," Scott replied. He gestured with his head toward the pod. "You'll need a driver for the truck that we brought back; the man behind the wheel now is injured."
"And my wives and concubines? My children? Are they all here?"
Scott shook his head. "No, just those who were most able-bodied and had the fewest injuries. The rest have been taken in Thunderbird Seven to the hospital in Baris. You'll find them there."
"Ah, I see." The sheik hesitated. "One... one of my concubines is to have her first child. I wonder... could you tell me if she and the child are all right? And my favorite wife, my beloved Fahime, what of her?"
"Certainly." Scott tapped his communicator, and called, "Maverick to Doc. What is your status?"
Dianne, overseeing the unloading of patients in Baris, responded, "We're about halfway through unloading the patients. What do you need?"
"The sheik is worried about the pregnant woman," Scott said. "What is her status?"
"She's in the truck. No signs of miscarriage."
"And the oldest of the women?" Scott glanced at the sheik, who nodded confirmation.
Dianne sighed. "I've done what I could for her here, but she needs surgery right away from a specialist. She's already been transferred to the hospital."
"F-A-B," Scott replied. "Thanks, Doc. Maverick out."
Glancing up at the sheik, he took a deep breath before he spoke. "There's good news and bad news. The good news is that the pregnant woman is fine, in fact, she's in the truck. The bad news is that your... Fahime... needs surgery. She's already at the hospital."
The sheik's face broke into a broad smile at the good news, then he sobered with the bad. "I will send some of my men on to the oasis. My place is at Fahime's side."
They both looked up as the truck, now driven by one of the other men, approached, and Thunderbird Two settled back down over the pod. Scott checked his watch, then tapped his communicator again. "This is Mobile Control to all stations. Situation is in stand down. Time: 1530 hours local. Acknowledge."
"Thunderbird Five, F-A-B." "Thunderbird Two, F-A-B." "Thunderbird Seven, F-A-B." "Base, F-A-B."
He turned back to the sheik. "We're finished here. Good luck with your family."
The sheik grabbed a startled Scott by the shoulders and kissed him on each cheek. "May Allah bless you for the miracles you have done today."
"Uh, thanks," Scott said hastily. "Goodbye."
He turned and hurried back to Thunderbird One, climbing in quickly. The men at the ruins all waved their arms and cheered as he lifted his Bird off the ground. He glanced over at Thunderbird Two, which was doing the same.
"Frankie, time to rendezvous with Thunderbird Seven at Baris," he said.
"You're coming, too?" Elise asked.
"Hell, yes," Scott muttered. "Have to feel like I've done something during this rescue!"
He could hear Elise's laughter in his ear as he turned his craft to the north, and matched speeds with Thunderbird Two.
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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