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From: Tikatu Sent: 7/7/2006 6:57 PM
Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 4:00 p.m., local time (8 p.m. Tracy Island)
"These are the last," Dom said as he maneuvered a stretcher onto the Mobile Crane's platform. "Except for the fatalities, that is."
"Good." Gordon nodded as he operated the controls, mounted on one rail of the platform. He gave the standing head bodyguard a smile as the hydraulic arm lowered them smoothly to the truck's body. He pressed another button, and the arm turned ninety degrees, then lifted them up a little while moving forward so that the platform reached the ground. Gordon stepped off, pulling the stretcher toward him as Dom took up the other end. Scott and John waited to take the bodyguard to Thunderbird Two, where he would be settled in a pod jump seat for the ride to Kuala Lumpur.
The bodyguard, however, had other ideas. "Where is His Majesty?" he demanded.
Dom glanced at Scott, who nodded and waved him and Gordon on. As the duo moved on with their patient, Scott stepped in front of the bulky man. "His Majesty is in our ambulance, with the queen," he said politely and firmly. "He will join you in our main vehicle as soon as we are ready."
"I would see him... now." Bahn stood close to Scott, his arms folded impassively. Even as sweaty, mosquito-bitten, and rumpled as he was, he was still an impressively large man.
Scott, however, was not impressed. "As I said, he will join you at our main vehicle as soon as is feasible."
In Thunderbird Seven, the last of the patients was brought aboard. Dom and Gordon eased the antigravity stretcher through the single open door at the side of the medical cabin. The heat and humidity outside had caused Dianne to keep one of the sliding doors shut, and to activate the sonic insect shield. The faint blue screen hummed lightly and Gordon, Dom and their patient all felt a peculiar tingle as they passed through.
Dom glanced around the cabin. Nikki was tending to the worst of the patients; there had been four red tags out of the eighteen passengers, with another two hovering on the brink. The remaining seven injured people were tagged as yellow, while five people had been determined as more or less able-bodied. Those had been taken out one by one, starting with the king, as there was room on the platform for them.
The king was standing next to the queen, who had been triaged as a red tag. Dianne had stabilized her as best she could in the time she had, and with the patient load she and Nikki were carrying. She hoped to give the queen further treatment once they were headed for Kuala Lumpur. Right now, she was bringing her latest patient out to the medical cabin. Nikki, seeing the two stretchers, moved to help Dianne transfer her patient to a bed, while Dom indicated to Gordon that they needed to move into the treatment area.
"This is the last one," Dom said as he passed the two women. Both breathed a slight sigh of relief, and Nikki smiled. Dom disappeared into the surgical area, and when the two women were finished, Dianne joined him. Nikki made sure that the doctor's notes for the patient she was now working with matched the thin bracelet around the patient's wrist -- a new innovation that had been delivered recently -- then she tucked the record pad into its slot, and covered the man with a Penelon blanket.
Gordon came out of the treatment area, two black packets tucked under an arm. The king stepped toward him and interrupted his determined stride.
"My people... how many more?" the monarch asked.
Gordon nodded his head towards the treatment room. "That was the last of your injured people, Your Majesty." He indicated the packages. "Now we're going to extricate the fatalities."
"Ah," the king said. "Thank you."
The aquanaut nodded. He tapped his communicator. "Doc, you want this side door closed?" The king could not hear the response from the doctor, but the young man answered, "F-A-B," and moved to close the door and retract the ramp. Then he headed for the cockpit.
The king watched him go, then turned back to his wife. "We are safe now," he murmured. "We are all safe."
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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