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Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1924 is a reply to message #1923] Sat, 28 July 2012 19:57 Go to previous messageGo to previous message
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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/7/2006 9:11 PM

The Hood watched the approach of Thunderbird Two with interest. He peered through his long range binoculars and watched as the cargo carrier slowly descended into the clearing near where the plane crashed.

"Good," he muttered to himself. "They are here. I know where they have landed, and I must make my way there to see who and what they have brought with them. Then I can choose one of them to spirit away and interrogate at my leisure."

He descended into the cooler portions of his hideout from the tall pagoda spire that was his physical lookout post. He was sure that the temple was well hidden; he had kept for himself the jamming technology he had stolen years ago. And though the spire projected up high enough for him to see, the entire complex looked overgrown and dilapidated from the air... should anyone be able to glimpse it as their aircraft went down, courtesy of the electrical disruptor that he had used on the king's plane. He had turned it off during the Thunderbirds' approach; he had no desire to crash the crafts he so coveted, or kill those who would provide him with the information he sought.

But the communications dampening field was on, and at full power. He knew from the readings that International Rescue was trying to break through it from wherever they had set up their communications relays and equipment. The dampener was set to analyze and counter those attempts as they occurred. The Hood had no fears that International Rescue's base would be in clear contact with their operatives any time soon.

He tied a cloth around his head, and adjusted his camouflage clothing. It was too hot to wear one of his special masks; though the heat near Lake Anasta had been just as fierce, it had been dry, and thus bearable. So instead of fitting on a mask, he smeared black, green and brown greasepaint on his face, covering as much skin as possible and giving his face an almost animal-like appearance. Looking in the mirror, he surveyed his work, and nodded. "That will do," he murmured. "Even if I am seen, it will be difficult to recognize me or give pursuit. Even the engineer would not know me in this makeup."

So saying, he left his temple by a secret passage, driving a vehicle through a long tunnel that usually took him to the sea, and his submarine. But part of the way there, he stopped, and crawled up through a hidden ventilation and access space, one of several that followed the track of the tunnel. It brought him up within a kilometer of his target, and he moved silently off into the jungle to catch his prey unawares.
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