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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/6/2006 12:37 PM
"Thunderbird One from Thunderbird Two." Virgil called, but didn't hope for any cessation of interference, even though he was hovering over the clearing where Thunderbird One was already parked.
"Thunderbird One here! Man, it's good to hear you clearly, Van Gogh!" Scott sounded tremendously relieved.
"Same here, Maverick! Looks like we'll be able to communicate locally, even if we can't get through too well on a long-distance basis."
"Right. You'd better get down here so we can reconnoiter the situation. I've had a look, but I'll need some other eyes and opinions on how to approach this. It's going to be a tricky one."
"F-A-B." Virgil turned to his passengers. "Better strap in. This may be a bit bumpy."
"Yeah, right," Gordon said, buckling himself in. "Bumpy to you is perfectly fine to the rest of us."
Virgil ignored his brother's grousing, and scanned the clearing below. He moved forward a few meters, then turned the orientation of his 'Bird slightly to the east. Then he fired the VTOLs and began to slowly descend.
"Van Gogh, you need to move right right two degrees," came Scott's voice. "You're heading for a moss-covered boulder."
"F-A-B," Virgil replied, turning his craft the required amount. He checked the foliage on either side, and was satisfied that he wouldn't be touching any of the trees with Two's wings. Finally, he cut the VTOLs and they were down.
" 'A bit bumpy', he says," Dom said with a grin as he unbuckled himself. "If I were at the controls, you'd all know what bumpy really is!"
"You'd do fine, Dom," Virgil said, as he finished the shut down procedures. "I felt a quiver go through her, and to me, that's bumpy."
"Perfectionist," Gordon muttered.
"Enough," Dianne said with a smile. "Let's get going. Dom, Nikki, you're with me."
"Van Gogh to Maverick," Virgil said as he transferred his communications to his earpiece. "Where to you want us?"
"Before we can haul out any equipment, we'll need to take a look at this from the ground and from the air. You, Cousteau and Quasar come over to me and we'll reconnoiter. Ursa can stand by on the crane; she's going to need it. I heard from Five that the plane was carrying an experimental fuel, so she'll need to get close to the wings. Once we look at things from the ground, we can use the jet packs to get up closer. One of the medical crew should go with us at that point to get a look at the passengers."
"F-A-B," Virgil replied. He ducked into the crews' quarters and pulled off his new vest and shirt. "Too bad we've got to christen these things with bug repellent," he said as he joined John and Gordon in smearing a colorless gel over his arms, neck and face.
"Uh, guys?"
The three Tracys looked up to see Callie standing in the door, blushing and trying to look anywhere but at them.
"Ah, oh, sorry, Callie." John smiled and held out a fresh tube. "It's an insect repellent. Hypoallergenic and guaranteed to work on any bugs, under any conditions. I guess you'd better go into the sickbay and put it on."
"Yeah. Uh, thanks." She grabbed the tube and quickly disappeared.
Gordon snorted a laugh. "One of the drawbacks of having a mixed team."
"I dunno, Gords," Virgil said conversationally as he rubbed the cream around his ears. "I can think of a couple of women who might find the sight of us shirtless to be rather... uh... stimulating."
"Oh? And who might that be?" Gordon asked teasingly, looking specifically at John.
"I'm sure I wouldn't know," John replied, giving his younger brother a glare through narrowed eyes. He looked down at his royal purple shirt. "Personally, I think that mosquitoes are going to find it tough going through this Penelar fiber."
"Yeah, but in this weather, long sleeves are pretty useless," Virgil said as he pulled his short sleeved shirt on again. "Thus, the repellent." He glanced at Gordon. "Why have you got your pants off?"
"I'm taking off the lower part and wearing shorts," Gordon explained as he smeared his legs with gel. "No long pants for me. The boots are tall enough to repel any snakes, and I'll be cooler with just shorts."
"Man, I'm glad this new uniform is so versatile," John said. "But I'm sticking with the pants unless I get really, really hot."
"Enough chatter, guys." Virgil finished fastening his vest and put a small tube of repellent into one of the pockets. "Let's grab our new sun helmets and get out of here."
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