Thanks to Hazel Kohler – with some help from Mary J. Rudy – who had graciously
offered to be my beta reader and had proof-read this story. This is this chapter revised version.
C.B.)
Chapter 3
Colonel White sat at his round control
desk, pondering the new Mysteron threat he had just heard. Saying that he wasn’t personally
concerned would be a lie. This
time, the Mysterons had threatened to kill members of Spectrum. It was a first.
And a perplexing turn of events.
Last time the alien enemies actually DID take the lives of Spectrum agents, they
were not so considerate as to give any warning of it.
Captain Scarlet strode into the Control
Room and came to attention.
“Captain Scarlet reporting as ordered,
sir,” the younger man announced.
“At ease, Captain. Please take a seat.”
Scarlet nodded and sat down, putting his
cap on his knees. Colonel White
gazed at him, wondering what could possibly be going through his mind. Scarlet seemed rather nervous. He had actually been the first victim on
Earth of the Mysterons, White realised.
No doubt, this threat was also troubling him.
“Is something the matter, sir?” Scarlet
asked, seeing his superior so thoughtful.
“Just wondering, Captain,” White
replied, shaking his head. “You
arrived rather quickly. I take it you weren’t very far away.”
“No, sir, I wasn’t.”
“I heard you paid Captain Blue a visit in
Sickbay, earlier.”
“Yes, sir. He’s still quite ill. Will he be joining us anyway?”
“No.”
Colonel White nodded toward his aide, Lieutenant Green, who was seated
behind Scarlet, in front of the huge computerized console that enabled him to
control all Spectrum activities, in Cloudbase and around the world. “The lieutenant has just spoken with
Sickbay about him.”
“Doctor Fawn reported that Captain Blue was
sleeping like a babe, when I talked to him,” the young Caribbean lieutenant said
to Scarlet with a smile. “And since
there is no loudspeaker in Sickbay, he hasn’t heard the Mysterons’ threat.”
“He needs his rest,” White added. “So I
instructed Doctor Fawn not to wake him up.
He will learn about this soon enough.”
“He’ll be annoyed to find out he’s been
sidelined on this one, sir,” Scarlet remarked, smiling a little.
“Well, I’d rather see him resting and
getting well quickly than dragging that flu of his around and giving it to other
Cloudbase personnel,” the colonel replied. “Besides, I don’t think he would dare question MY decision on
that matter.”
Captain Scarlet had his doubts about that
one. And he wasn’t fooled either by
the colonel’s apparently harsh statement about Blue’s sickness; his superior was
concerned about the American captain, that much Scarlet was certain of.
“Something on YOUR mind, Captain?” Colonel
White asked his officer, seeing his distracted expression.
“No, sir.
Nothing of importance.”
“We’ll wait for the others…”
White had just finished his sentence when
the door opened wide. Captains Ochre, Grey and Magenta entered and came toward
their superior’s desk. Grey reported for them all, and White invited them to sit
down. As they did, Scarlet tried
not to stare at Ochre, whose icy glare he could almost feel. Scarlet was aware that there was still
some unfinished business between them, and they would have to talk it through at
some point. That, however, would
have to wait.
“Where were you, Captain Scarlet?” he
suddenly heard Grey ask him. “I was looking all over for you.”
Scarlet looked at Grey and saw his look of
concern. Magenta seemed anxious
too. At least, Scarlet thought,
these two appeared to be on his side. “Later,” he replied to Grey with a faint
smile. “Right now, we have business to attend to.”
“Quite right,” Colonel White observed
quietly. “As I was saying to Captain Scarlet, gentlemen, Captain Blue won’t be
joining us. So, let us begin.
You’ve all heard this new threat of the Mysterons’.”
“Yes, they want to sabotage the airshow
which starts in Los Angeles in three days,” Magenta answered. “Aren’t we already
on hand for security there, sir?”
“Yes, Spectrum ground agents are already
checking things out, along with the American military,” Colonel White nodded.
“But that was even BEFORE the Mysterons.”
“Which bring us to the second part of their
threat,” Scarlet mused.
“That’s the one I’m more worried about,”
White said. “It’s the first time
the Mysterons have threatened to strike at Spectrum directly.”
“They must have known we’ve been put in
charge of security in L.A.,” Captain Ochre noted. “Do you think they plan on
using Spectrum personnel to carry out their threat, sir? Like they did with the World President?”
White looked sternly at Ochre. He would have thought that the
ex-policeman had much more tact than that.
Knowing Scarlet’s involvement in the affair, he should have been aware that such
a statement could be unsettling for him.
Even Grey and Magenta were turning furious stares toward Ochre. Only Scarlet himself didn’t seem to
care.
“It is a possibility, sir,” noted the young
British captain, nodding thoughtfully.
White refrained from smiling.
Scarlet’s diplomacy was more than a match for Ochre’s lack of it.
“Yes, it is,” the commander of Spectrum
agreed. “It is possible that some of our ground personnel already involved with
the airshow security have been targeted by the Mysterons.”
“If you’ll pardon me for disagreeing with
you, sir,” Grey said at that moment, “it seems to me that the Mysterons should
have a bigger target in mind than ground agents… Not ignoring the fact that they’re doing a great job.”
“I understand what you mean,
Captain. We must not, however, let that kind of
threat interfere with our job. And
since the Mysterons have also threatened the airshow, it is our job to see that
it is not sabotaged.” He cleared
his throat. “Just before this
threat came in, a pilot from Universal Aero Engineering had just landed here on
Cloudbase. He has arrived with a
prototype aircraft that should be the star of the Los Angeles show, a new class
of Passenger Jet built by UAE.”
“I’ve heard of that one,” Ochre mused.
He looked at his fellow officers.
Along with his taste for building model planes, Captain Ochre was also well
known for his interest in aeronautics in general. “The cabin and the cockpit
have been conceived as a built-in capsule.
It should come in handy in case of a crash.
The crew and the passengers should then be able to effect an emergency escape.”
“An ejecting cabin?” Magenta
repeated. “With a ’chute to slow down the descent, I suppose?”
“Something
like the FB-111 Aardvark, that was built in the 1960’s by General
Dynamics?” Grey added in turn. “Or the EF-111 Raven, perhaps?”
Ochre stared at his colleague in
disbelief. “Very good, Captain Grey!
You’re actually improving your knowledge of aircraft!
I’m impressed!”
Grey smiled mockingly. While Ochre
was the resident expert on classic aircraft and prided himself on knowing all
there was to know on the subject, Grey was more of a Navy man. “Blame Captain Blue.
He’s the one who’s been briefing me on those crates you’re so fond of… Figures somebody should put you in your
place, once in a while… Or at
least, be able to follow you when you’re babbling on about them, when nobody
really cares.”
“Well, anyway, I can tell you that
the principle behind that new UAE Passenger Jet is much more ingenious than what
General Dynamics came up with for the Aardvark…”
“Oh, thank you VERY MUCH, Grey!”
Magenta hissed. “Now you’ve done
it!”
“The Aardvark ejecting cockpit was
just conceived as some kind of escape pod,” Ochre continued, feigning not to
hear Magenta’s protests. “It could
be used as a shelter or even as a rescue boat, but that was about as far as it
went. The capsule of the new Passenger Jet
should be able to fly under its own power, with a limited amount of fuel.”
“Which could allow it time to land safely,” Grey remarked.
“Right,” Ochre nodded. He turned excitedly toward the colonel.
“Don’t you think it could be a good idea for Spectrum to equip itself with that
kind of Passenger Jet, sir?”
“Why do you think this prototype is here
today?” Scarlet retorted in an
amused voice.
Ochre stiffened and suddenly turned to him,
finally seeming to notice his presence. “How do you know that?” he demanded.
Scarlet grinned widely. “I heard about it
the last time I was at London Headquarters,” he answered.
“Right,” Ochre responded with bad humour.
“That would be last week, then. How
come the news hasn’t reached Cloudbase yet?”
“Because there is nothing official about
it,” White responded. “The
prototype is still in its test period.
It should be tested thoroughly by one of our personnel before being added to our
fleet… IF that ever happens.”
Magenta looked puzzled. “But our resident
test pilot is down with the flu,” he noted quietly.
Ochre scoffed. “Blue isn’t the only one who
can test that craft!”
“It’s easy to see you’re more than willing
to take his place!” Magenta replied ironically.
“I’m more than qualified. Why shouldn’t I fly it?”
“We all have our pilot’s licence, Ochre,”
Grey said dryly. “That doesn’t make
test pilots out of us.”
“All right, now, stop bickering!” White called out. He turned to Ochre. “You won’t test that plane. None of you captains will. Since Captain Blue is out of action, I
intend to assign an Angel pilot to it.”
“Melody Angel, sir?” Scarlet asked. He remembered the well-deserved reputation of the young Black
American woman when she was a test pilot for the WAAF. She had been considered a master of her
field. But White shook his head.
“Melody Angel is scheduled for active duty
in the next few hours. I thought of
one of the Angels who’s currently off-duty, since she would have to go to Los
Angeles to perform the tests.”
“Sir?” Scarlet asked with a quizzical frown. “The tests will be performed in public,
during the airshow?”
“The initial safety tests have all been
completed by UAE, Captain. These are only flight tests. While Spectrum has a potential interest
in acquiring the craft, other buyers are also interested and will be in Los
Angeles to evaluate the jet’s performance.
As with the last model of Passenger Jet, if this one should be acquired
by Spectrum, it will be modified for our specific needs. That’s one of the reasons why one of our
own pilots should perform the flight tests.”
“So that’s why Spectrum is responsible for
security at the airshow in the first place,” Scarlet nodded thoughtfully.
“Yes, Captain, that’s why,” Colonel White
agreed.
“Nothing gets by you, does it?” Ochre
mumbled under his breath for Scarlet’s exclusive attention.
White did hear him muttering and cast a
stern look at him; he also noticed Scarlet feigning not to have heard anything,
so he did the same. For the time
being. There was something going on
here, he thought, but he really didn’t have the time right now to concern
himself with it. Nevertheless, he
took a mental note of the incident.
He would have to come back to it later on.
Captain Grey too had heard Ochre’s acerbic
remark to Scarlet. He was hoping
Colonel White had been unaware of it, but the quick but icy glance he saw his
commander casting at Ochre told him that wasn’t the case.
“The flight tests on the Passenger Jet
would also provide a good cover for explaining Spectrum’s extended presence at
the show,” Grey said, hoping to divert everyone’s attention.
White nodded. “Here’s your course of
action, gentlemen: Captains Scarlet, Ochre and Grey, you will board the
prototype with the UAE representative and our Angel test pilot and go directly
to Los Angeles Airport.”
“S.I.G., sir,” the three officers
responded.
“Captain Scarlet, you’ll act as field
commander.”
Scarlet seemed startled, hearing that
order. “Me, sir?”
White looked up at him. It was indeed the first time he had
assigned Scarlet as field commander since his return to duty after the first
Mysteron incident. Scarlet was the
best man for the job, the most experienced of his officers in that aspect. Security surveillance was second nature
to him; he never left anything to chance, always acted quickly and with
determination and assurance. So why
did he sound so uncertain right now?
“Yes, Captain,” White confirmed. “Is there a problem with that?”
“No, sir.” Scarlet’s voice didn’t seem as assured as White would have
liked to hear it. “No problem at all.”
Ochre wasn’t very pleased about the
decision, though; that was pretty obvious by the way he was trying not to look
at Scarlet. Would probably have preferred me to choose him to be field
commander, White thought, since he’s
so versed in aeronautics.
However, jealousy was not a personality trait he would have suspected in Ochre. There was something else.
“Lieutenant Green,” White asked, turning to
his aide, “which of the Angels are currently off-duty?”
Green consulted his computer screen.
“Rhapsody Angel came off duty an hour ago,” he announced. “She’s scheduled for
eight hours rest.”
“If I may say so, sir,” Scarlet
interjected, “Rhapsody has been on duty for the past twenty-four hours. The last I saw of her, she was
exhausted.”
“Yes, she wouldn’t make a good test pilot
under those conditions,” White agreed. “Who’s left then, Lieutenant?”
“Destiny Angel, sir.”
Scarlet refrained from scowling. He succeeded in hiding his reaction
behind a puzzled expression. “Isn’t
she supposed to be on duty in Angel One?”
Colonel White gave him a curious look.
“Why do I have the feeling you know all the Angels’ schedules by heart,
Captain?”
There was unaccustomed humour in the
Colonel’s voice. Scarlet felt
himself reddening violently. Seeing
him suddenly so embarrassed, Grey chuckled. “You devil! Now we know why you always seem so busy!”
Scarlet shot him a murderous glance. A bemused Magenta elbowed Grey in the
side. “Leave him alone, Grey. What is it with you, jealous or something? Those judo lessons with Harmony are
suddenly not enough for you?”
“That’s all they are, Magenta: judo
lessons.”
Scarlet snorted. “Where I come from, a
gentleman never mentions a lady’s name in that context.”
“Hey!
I’m taking your side here!”
Magenta protested.
“Well, you’re not helping.”
“All right, enough now!” Colonel White called loudly. “We’ve all
had our fun. We’re not in a school
playground, gentlemen, but on a military base and we have business to attend to.
Lieutenant Green?”
“Sir?”
“Is Destiny Angel supposed to be in Angel
One, as Captain Scarlet said?”
“Yes, sir. But she asked to be released.
She wasn’t feeling well.
Symphony replaced her.”
“She wasn’t feeling well?” Colonel White
repeated, frowning. “Odd. I hope
she hasn’t caught that dreadful bug Captain Blue brought back from London…”
“I don’t think so, sir,” Lieutenant Green
stated. “She said it was probably
something she ate.”
“Well, I hope she’s well enough to perform
the flight tests in Los Angeles,” White remarked.
“I’ll go check on her, sir,” Captain
Magenta proposed quickly.
White nodded his agreement. “All right, do
it. Tell her to report to the duty
hangar immediately. If she doesn’t
seem well enough, we’ll have to rely on Rhapsody.”
“Yes, sir,” Magenta nodded. “Since I’m obviously not going to L.A.,
what are my orders?”
“You’ll stay here on Cloudbase, as back up,
in case of emergency. If it comes
to that, I’ll ask Captain Blue to join you.”
“Keep your distance,” Ochre muttered
ironically, addressing Magenta.
“I’ll keep that in mind when YOU get the
flu,” Magenta told him rather dryly.
“The rest of you, gentlemen, will go to the
duty hangar, where the prototype and pilot await you. You’ll leave as soon as the Jet has
finished refuelling.”
“Yes, sir,” responded Grey for Ochre,
Scarlet and himself.
“Captain Scarlet, I’ll await your report on
the situation in Los Angeles upon your arrival there.”
“S.I.G., sir,” Scarlet responded.
“All right, now. Dismissed, gentlemen.”
The four officers stood up and moved to the
door. Almost as they were about to
leave, White raised his head and called out: “Captain Scarlet… A last word with you, before you go.”
Scarlet acknowledged him; he turned to
Grey. “I’ll join you in the hangar shortly.”
Grey nodded. He could see his fellow officer was somewhat downcast, and he
thought he knew why. He patted his
shoulder in a reassuring way and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, sport,” he muttered. “You know you can count on me, at least.”
Scarlet thanked him with a faint smile,
then left him to return to Colonel White, who didn’t seem to have noticed the
exchange between the two men. The
young British captain stood in front of his commander who was consulting some
details on the document upon his desk.
“Captain,” the colonel said carefully, “I
couldn’t help but notice earlier how uneasy you seemed when I assigned you as
field commander…” He looked up at
the younger man. “Despite your affirmation that there was no problem, I’m quite
sure I heard some. What is it
exactly?”
“Well, sir…” Scarlet hesitated.
“I’m not really sure I’m ready for it right now,” he said finally.
White didn’t bat an eyelid. “Sit down,” he invited Scarlet quietly.
As Scarlet obeyed, White cleared his
throat. “I, for one, think you’re
ready for field command, Captain,” he told him.
“Why would you disagree with me on the matter?”
“That should be evident, sir,” Scarlet
replied carefully.
White eyed him with attention. Of course, he had a pretty good idea
what the young officer was referring to.
He shook his head. “You shouldn’t doubt yourself, Scarlet,” he said. “Before that dreadful incident with the
World President, you were one of the finest field agents this organisation has.
You still are. What happened then is behind you.”
“Are you so sure about that?” Scarlet
stared blankly at his commander. “Sir, you know as well as I do that I’m not
really the same as before. For
better or worse, the Mysterons have left their mark on me…”
“We’ve already discussed this, Captain.”
White said, shaking his head. “This new ability of yours…”
“Sir, I accept the responsibility that
brings,” Scarlet sighed. “I know
the opportunities it represents. If
it means saving lives… I’ll gladly put mine on the line.”
“I won’t ask you to risk yourself
needlessly.”
“I URGE you to make use of it if necessary…
sir.”
White sighed. “That’s not what’s troubling
you right now, though.”
“No, sir.”
“Then what is it?”
Scarlet hesitated a brief moment. “Have you
received Doctor Fawn’s report about that dizzy spell I had during my last
mission in London, sir?”
White nodded his understanding. “Ah! Now I see what’s on your mind. Do you really think the Mysterons tried
to regain control of you?”
“That’s what Doctor Fawn thinks. And frankly, the thought of it terrifies
me.”
“It’s just a theory, Captain,” White
remarked. “It’s also quite possible
your dizzy spell has nothing whatsoever to do with the Mysterons.”
“It happened just before the DT19 made its
move toward the Director-General’s plane, sir.
I remember clearly hearing the operator behind me trying to contact the
crew of the liner…”
“Well, in any case, if Doctor Fawn’s theory
is right, and the Mysterons really did try to bring you back under their
control, they failed.”
“And if they try AGAIN?”
“Captain, why dwell on these morbid
thoughts…”
“Sir… I had another attack today.”
White frowned. “Really? When was that?”
“A few minutes ago,” Scarlet sighed. “Just
before we heard the Mysterons’ threat, actually.”
“Same symptoms?”
“Yes.
But stronger, this time.”
“Did you talk to Doctor Fawn about this?”
“I didn’t have the time. I had to report here.”
“Mmm.”
White kept silent for a few moments, pondering this new turn of events.
Scarlet looked expectantly at his commander.
“Under the circumstances, do you think I
should stay on Cloudbase? At least
until Doctor Fawn can find out what these attacks are?”
“No, I’ll stick to my decision,” Colonel
White replied. “You’ll go to the
Los Angeles Airshow and you’ll be field commander for the mission.”
“You’re willing to take the risk, sir?”
“I already took it, Captain. Last month, when you first revived and
seemed to be yourself again. I gave
you the benefit of the doubt then.
And again, last week, I took a greater risk, by putting you back on active duty
during the threat against the Asian Director.”
Colonel White sighed heavily. “Our senior staff is short-handed right
now, with Captain Black’s disappearance and Captain Brown’s untimely demise.
And now, with Captain Blue ill, I need every available agent.
I know I can trust you to do what you must.
You have proved it, to your great credit.”
“I’m always ready to serve, sir. I just felt you should know about the
dizzy spells and the doubts I have about them.”
“They are cause for concern, yes, but I
don’t think they should make you doubt your loyalty to us, Captain. I don’t doubt it, so neither should
you.” White stared at the younger
man for a moment. “However,” he
added firmly, “if you think you can’t bring yourself to surmount those doubts,
to work efficiently, I’ll agree to let you off the hook and assign Captain
Magenta to take your place in Los Angeles.”
“That won’t be necessary, sir.” Scarlet stood up and put his cap back
on. “You know I work well under
pressure,” he added with a smile.
“I knew I could count on you,” White said
with a satisfied glimmer in his blue eyes.
“Don’t talk about those spells of yours to the others… At least until we learn exactly what
they’re all about.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now, if there’s no other problem…”
“No, sir.” There wasn’t the slightest hesitation in Scarlet’s voice. However, the thought that he would have
to put up with Ochre and Destiny’s behaviour toward him was very present in his
mind. “No problem at all.”
White looked up at his young compatriot,
with a thoughtful glance. Does he suspect
something is afoot? Scarlet mused. The
old man isn’t anybody’s fool…
“All right, Captain. Dismissed.
Join the others and leave for Los Angeles as soon as possible. And be careful out there. Do remember the Mysterons have
threatened to kill some of us this time.”
“I’m not about to forget that, sir. And… thank you.”
“Whatever for?” White asked with a puzzled look.
“For trusting me. Believe me, it means a lot.”
Scarlet saluted his commander and turned on
his heel to depart. A thoughtful
White watched as he strode toward the exit.
“Paul.”
It was almost unheard of for White to call
one of his officers by his first name.
In fact, when on duty, it was forbidden for anyone to do so. It was one of Spectrum’s strictest
rules, for the real identities of its personnel were its most jealously guarded
secret, for security reasons. So,
it always came as a surprise when the Spectrum commander himself broke that
rule. Now was no different, as Scarlet stopped
dead in his tracks to turn a puzzled look on his commander.
“You’re sure there isn’t anything else?”
the older man insisted.
Scarlet shook his head, smiling. “Nothing I
can’t take care of personally, sir.
But thank you for asking.”
He turned and left the room, nodding at Lieutenant Green as he went.
The young Black communication officer
turned an inquisitive glance at Colonel White, who, noticing it, sighed
slightly.
“What’s on your mind, Lieutenant?” he
asked.
“Sir?” Green asked with surprise.
“I know that look, Green. You’re about to ask me something.”
“I was just wondering, sir… After what Captain Scarlet told you,
about those attacks he has… You’re
not worried about what might happen?”
“I trust the man to prevail, Lieutenant,”
White replied dryly. “I don’t think the Mysterons will ever be able to take
control of him again. IF they’re really trying to do that.”
“If that’s not the case, then what is it?”
Green asked, wondering about that himself.
“I’m not sure… But I’m developing a theory of my own. I have to talk to Doctor Fawn about it.”
White stood up from his desk and walked to
the observation tube, where he often found himself standing to gaze outside.
The sky was blue and clear of clouds. “Captain Scarlet has one of the strongest
wills I’ve ever encountered in a human being,” he said to Green. “You should
know that, I’ve collided with it quite a few times already.”
“Yes, sir,” Lieutenant Green replied with a
bemused smile. “He can be as stubborn as you…” The words had left his mouth before he could actually stop
them. White was now shooting a
stern look at him. The young man
stuttered an uneasy apology. “I’m
sorry, sir… I didn’t mean it that way… I meant…”
“Oh, I know EXACTLY what you meant,
Lieutenant,” White cut him off promptly. “You’d better be careful what you say
in future.”
“Er… Yes, sir. I will.” Green blew out a sigh of relief, and
Colonel White had to turn his back on him, so the young man wouldn’t see him
smile.
“I believe that Scarlet’s will have
permitted him to survive his initial encounter with the Mysterons,” the Spectrum
commander continued, as if the little incident hadn’t occurred. “And that it has also helped him to
regain control of this new body of his.
The Mysterons have unwittingly given us an invaluable weapon, Lieutenant.”
“Yes, sir,” Green agreed quietly. “I still
can’t get over the fact that he actually died and now he can recover from any
injury.”
White cast him a quick glance before
returning to his thoughtful posture in front of the observation tube. “Neither
can I,” he muttered. “And I have
seen it.”
Five days ago, he remembered, Doctor Fawn
had produced his final report on the young Mysteron survivor’s new abilities.
Colonel White was quite taken by the possibility presented by the use of an
unkillable agent. But still, he was unsure if he should
take that opportunity right away. Certainly, his staff was short-handed, two of
his best agents being unaccounted for – three with Scarlet, who was then still
officially off-duty. And then the
Mysterons had threatened the life of the Director-General of the Asian Republic,
and White had to make a quick and vital decision.
He put Scarlet back on duty, and put him in
charge of the Director-General’s protection, along with Captains Blue and Grey.
There were risks involved, for sure, but Scarlet wasn’t in direct contact with
the Director. Instead, he was stationed with field commander Blue in the Control
Tower of London International Airport, where the Director was to take a private
jet to get back to his people. And
Blue, being Scarlet’s best friend, had orders to keep an eye on him, to make
sure he behaved properly. Sure,
Colonel White was willing to give Scarlet a chance, but he was also very aware
that something could go wrong by doing so.
Something DID go wrong, but it was not due
to Captain Scarlet at all.
Things got confused in a matter of minutes
at the Airport, when the Mysteronised jet liner threw itself into the take-off
path of the Asian Director’s jet.
The Spectrum agents involved were too busy to be able to report a step-by-step
account of the operation to Colonel White.
When the commander finally learned what happened, all was done and
finished. In spite of everybody’s
best efforts, the Asian Director-General was dead, along with his staff cabinet.
Spectrum had succeeded in destroying the DT19, but the wreckage was still in the
path of the Director-General’s private jet, which collided with its tail. And it was just by a fluke that Captain
Grey, due to a last minute change of plan, was not in the private jet when it
exploded. It was Grey who reported
to his commander that Captain Scarlet, aboard a Spectrum Pursuit Vehicle, had
desperately tried to ram the wheels of the jetliner…
“Of all the crazy things to do!” barked a furious Colonel White upon hearing
that. “Why did he have to do that,
risking his and Captain Blue’s lives that way…”
“He almost succeeded, sir,” Captain Grey told him in a tired voice. “And Captain Blue wasn’t in the SPV… Scarlet ejected him before trying to
push the liner off course.”
“Is Scarlet nearby?” White asked. “I want to give him a piece of my mind.”
“I’m sorry, sir… The SPV crashed
into a reinforced concrete wall.
Scarlet…”
“He’s hurt?” Concern had taken the
place of anger in White’s voice.
“Sir… He’s dead.”
“What?”
The surprise in Colonel White’s tone was all too evident. Dead? How could that be possible? According to Doctor Fawn’s last report, Scarlet could not
die; his wounds, even fatal ones, would heal in a matter of hours. Could the
medical officer of Cloudbase have made a terrible mistake in his diagnosis? Then it would also have been a grievous
error on the Colonel’s part to have put Scarlet so quickly back on active duty.
He remembered how Scarlet, when he reported to him a few hours before, was eager
to come back, but at the same time, the young man seemed confused.
And with good reason. Just
two weeks had gone by since he had learned his original body had been destroyed,
and that THIS one was actually a cloned copy of it, made by the Mysterons. Scarlet certainly knew he could heal
fast now and that he would survive most critical injuries, but to be actually
indestructible? That would have
been a hard one to swallow.
Was Scarlet so willing to put that to the test?
Colonel White asked himself if he had not sent another fine young officer
to his death under the assumption that he could survive anything.
Scarlet was not ready to face that.
And White came to the conclusion he had made a terrible mistake. And so had Doctor Fawn.
“Colonel White, are you still there?”
That was Captain Grey’s voice, calling him.
White snapped out of his fugue. “Yes, Captain, I’m here,” he answered
heavily. “Have Captain Scarlet’s
body sent back to Cloudbase.”
“Sir? Wouldn’t it be better to send him to
London Headquarters?” a puzzled Grey asked him. “His family is here in England,
and…”
“No,” White replied abruptly. “I want him here.
And you and Captain Blue should come back with him. I want to hear a complete report on what
happened down there.”
“S.I.G., sir,” Grey sighed heavily.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Captain?”
“He asked me to tell you he tried…
And he really did.”
White nodded thoughtfully. “Understood, Grey,” he said, in a gentler tone. “Cloudbase out.”
Upon cutting the radio contact, White had angrily smashed his fist onto his
desk, making Lieutenant Green jump at his station, surprised at his commander’s
unusual outburst.
“Damn it!” White lashed out furiously. “I thought we finally had something going
for us!”
He heard Lieutenant Green’s voice, with a dubious tone to it. “I thought Doctor
Fawn said that Captain Scarlet couldn’t be killed any more…”
White turned to him, ready to snap.
But he calmed down instantly. The kid at his station was looking rather shaky.
“I know, Lieutenant,” the Colonel said with a sigh. “I know. The outcome doesn’t look good now. This
is our second mission against the Mysterons, it failed, and we lost another fine
officer… one in whom I had put too
much hope, I’m afraid.”
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Green muttered faintly.
“Steady now. I need everybody to
stay strong, Lieutenant.”
“I know, sir. I’ll hang on.”
“I’m sure you will.”
White was depressed by the whole situation; if he were to lose one officer at
every encounter with the Mysterons, the entire Spectrum staff would be
completely wiped out very soon.
That was why he had placed so much hope in Scarlet’s supposed new-found
abilities. That was why he felt so disappointed
now. But he wasn’t ready yet to lie down and
die. Colonel White had always been
a fighter and always would be to the end. Captain Scarlet was too. The man never gave up, and now had even
sacrificed his life for the cause.
If nothing else, after his terrible ordeal with the Mysterons, his death could
provide an inspiration to the others.
But about an hour later, a new stone was turned…
The helicopter bringing Captains Blue and Grey, along with Captain Scarlet, had
touched down on the landing pad, and Colonel White was waiting, pacing
restlessly in the access corridor to Sickbay when he saw them coming his way,
looking very anxious. There were
Blue and Grey, of course, and two medics, hurriedly pushing a rolling stretcher
forward. Scarlet lay on that
stretcher, with one of the medics holding a dressing against the right side of
his bloodied head. White rushed out
to them; he saw the respirator tube hooked up to the young officer’s nose,
noticed a slight rise and fall of his bare, crushed chest. The Colonel then realized with stunned surprise that the man
was breathing, if only just. He
looked at Grey in annoyance.
“I thought you said he was dead!” he exclaimed, following the stretcher with
them.
“He was,” a very pale Grey responded nervously.
He shook his head, looking down at the unconscious man on the stretcher.
“I’m sure he was… He wasn’t
breathing any more. He began
showing signs of life in the ’copter, about ten minutes ago…”
“It happened just like before, sir,” Captain Blue remarked. “Just like when we
brought him here after his fall from the Car-Vu… He wasn’t just APPARENTLY dead that time, he WAS dead. And he came back… just like he’s doing now.”
“But how is it possible?” White
muttered. Doctor Fawn’s assumption
was right, then. The colonel was
astonished. “I didn’t realize it would go THAT far,” he added, almost to
himself.
It was fascinating, and yet terrifying at the same time. White was unsure how Scarlet would react, once he recovered
his senses… Would he still be his
old self? Or would he have reverted
to his Mysteron-controlled persona?
“How is he doing?” White asked, looking at one of the medics.
The man responded with a shake of his head.
“Open fracture of the skull and a very severe concussion. Ribcage was crushed in the collision and
the lungs were badly damaged.
Breathing’s shallow, but at least he’s breathing NOW…”
“Has he regained consciousness yet?” White asked, without very much hope.
The medic sighed. “With that
fractured skull, he won’t anytime soon.
If he’s not a total vegetable by now…”
Blue snorted at the remark and shot an angry stare at the man. “He’ll come out
of it sooner than you think. And he
will be perfectly all right...”
He had hardly finished speaking when Scarlet moaned. Everybody stopped, even the
medics pushing the trolley, and looked down at the wounded man.
“Good Heavens,” White murmured. He
saw Scarlet opening his eyes and trying to clear his vision; he saw the young
man’s troubled blue eyes focusing on him and apparently recognizing him. Scarlet raised a bloodied hand in his
direction.
“Colonel White…” The voice was weak, filled with pain, but still very clear. “I’m sorry, I failed…”
White reached for the extended hand and clasped it between his, gazing down at
the very pale face looking expectantly up at him. “Failed?” he repeated in a
soothing voice. “I hardly think so,
son. Quite the contrary.”
Scarlet’s eyelids fluttered, as if he didn’t understand what his commander was
telling him. Colonel White gently
lowered the hand onto the younger man’s chest.
“Get your rest, now. You’ve earned
it. We’ll talk about this later.”
Scarlet nodded slightly; his eyes closed and he seemed to lose consciousness
once more. White stepped away to
let the medics through with the stretcher.
“Go with him, Captain Blue. See
that Doctor Fawn takes good care of him.”
“S.I.G., sir!” The blond American
hurried to join the stretcher before the medics took it through the door leading
to Sickbay. Colonel White looked
thoughtful as the door slid closed, while Captain Grey, still at his side, was
apparently very shaken by what he had just witnessed.
“I could have sworn that arm was broken,” Grey whispered. “How can he do that?”
“I don’t know, Captain,” White answered, breathing out a sigh of relief. “All I know is that having Scarlet on
our side could very well turn the tide of this war.”
“Things were looking pretty grim, weren’t they, sir?”
White turned away, taking the way back to the Control Room, with a new
determination upon his features.
“Yes, they were,” he quietly said.
“But not so much anymore.”
Scarlet had taken about four hours more to
recover completely. When Colonel
White saw him next, he would never have believed what he had been through
earlier. His body was whole, he
didn’t even have a scar, and he wanted nothing more than to get out of Sickbay. The only thing was that he was blaming
himself for not having succeeded in his attempt to save the Asian
Director-General’s life. And
nothing anybody could say on the matter seemed to be sufficient to ease his
feelings on the subject.
At least, Captain Scarlet’s actions in this
affair had served to regain the trust of almost everybody in the Spectrum
organisation, as well as out of it.
Even World President Younger, while still a little unsure since his
abduction some weeks earlier by a Mysteron-controlled Scarlet, had nothing but
praise for him now… Well, maybe the
President wouldn’t be ready to meet with Scarlet anytime soon, but at least he
would stop demanding that Spectrum revoke the young officer’s commission.
Now five days had passed and Colonel White
had no doubts about Scarlet’s loyalty.
Yet the Spectrum commander was very aware that there were still a few
mixed feelings about Scarlet, even here on Cloudbase, perhaps even among the
senior staff officers – although White had not had any confirmation of this yet.
He would not permit such behaviour.
But in any case, he knew that as long as Scarlet continued to act the way he
already did, he would eventually dispel any doubts anyone might still entertain
against him.
“I hope everything will go smoothly,” the
Colonel said, going back to his desk.
“This new Mysteron threat has got me more worried than the others.”
Lieutenant Green shot him an inquiring
glance. “Because it threatened Spectrum directly, sir?”
White shrugged. “Because there’s NOTHING
direct in that threat, Lieutenant,” he replied. “And it’s a double take.
The World Airshow and Spectrum agents’ lives.”
“The question would be now… what agents?”
Lieutenant Green mused.
White nodded. “Yes, the threat is so
cryptic now… That’s what’s
bothering me.” He paused a second,
before adding, with a thoughtful frown: “Lieutenant, taking into account the
circumstances of the airshow… which
type of agent do you think would be the most obvious target?”
“The ones whose loss would cause the worst
possible damage to Spectrum,” Lieutenant Green responded. He looked at his commander. “Senior
staff officers.”
“Yes,” White agreed. “That would be the obvious choice. That’s why I told Captain Scarlet to be
careful.” His stare became grim and
somehow distant as he looked away from Green. “I hope he listened…” he added in
a murmur.
* * *
Destiny Angel was not very happy.
When she had left her station in Angel One
to Symphony – who had looked at her in anything but a friendly way – she had
gone directly to her personal quarters, with every intention of getting a few
hours’ sleep. She hadn’t even had
the chance to get out of her uniform for a quick shower before somebody came
buzzing at her door. She was
unpleasantly surprised when it slid open and revealed Rhapsody, who stepped in.
“What are you doing here?” Destiny asked
her British counterpart in annoyance.
“Symphony told me you were tired, and were going to get some sleep.”
“I was, when a stubborn friend of mine
started acting stupidly,” Rhapsody replied sharply.
“Please, Dianne!” Destiny warned her. “I don’t feel like
discussing what happened earlier in the Amber Room.”
“Too bad.
Because that’s exactly why I’m here.”
Rhapsody sat down on Destiny’s armchair.
The French woman looked at her and suddenly felt sorry for her.
She sighed. “Go get some
rest, Rhapsody. You really look
awful.”
“I look awful?” Rhapsody scoffed derisively at the remark. “That’s nothing
compared to how Paul looked when you gave him the cold shoulder!”
“Would you stop calling him that?” Destiny snapped. “He’s not Paul!
Paul is…”
“Dead?
Are you so sure of that?”
“Oh, please, Dianne! Don’t do this to me. I saw his body… He was dead all right. And he had a nasty death.” Destiny shivered at the thought of it.
“I only saw his face… He had burn
marks on his neck.” She looked at
Rhapsody, and her expression suddenly went blank. “I hacked the medical
databanks afterwards, you know. And
there I found Doctor Fawn’s report…”
“You shouldn’t have done such a thing to
yourself, Juliette,” Rhapsody said softly.
“Well, I DID. I had to know. Dianne… He was alive
when the fire got to him. Do you
understand this? He burned alive…” Her voice had faded away. Tears were threatening to overflow her
eyes. She turned away from her
fellow pilot. “He didn’t deserve such an ugly death.
Not Paul… He was a good man.
Good men don’t die that way.”
Rhapsody stood up; she approached her
friend and put a hand on her shoulder.
Destiny obstinately kept her back turned.
“Juliette… Look at me.”
Rhapsody practically had to force the
French girl to turn around and look straight at her. Then she saw the tears in
her beautiful golden eyes, the anguish on her face. A wave of compassion washed over the younger British pilot
and she hugged her friend, who then leaned against her. “You’re not over this yet, are you?”
“Why did he have to die that way?” Destiny
sobbed on her shoulder.
Rhapsody frowned. “There’s something else I don’t know,”
she noted. “What is it?” She looked at Destiny’s face. “Were you still in love with him?”
“No…
Yes… I don’t know.” The
French girl brushed her tears away with the tips of her fingers. “We could be no
more than friends, Dianne. That’s
as far as he wanted to go. We would
never be what we were once… I
understood that the first time we encountered each other again, in Koala Base,
two years ago, when we were contacted to join Spectrum.
His work was all to him. Yes, he
had feelings for me… but the kind of feelings he would have for a sister, or a
very close friend. As for me, well… I guess I was still quite taken by him.”
“Who wouldn’t be?” Rhapsody replied with a sympathetic
smile. “All the Angels had a soft
spot for him… He was devilishly
handsome.” She saw a faint smile cross Destiny’s
face. She carefully weighed what
she was about to say next. “He still is, Juliette.”
The French pilot scowled and broke away.
She turned her back on her friend again, throwing her hands in the air.
“Will you stop with that?
He’s not the same man!”
“Well, on that point, we’re in agreement.”
Destiny turned suddenly, with a surprised
look. “We are?”
“Yes,” Rhapsody said, nodding. “You’re
absolutely right: he’s not the same man.
And you’re right about another thing: he did die. But he got better.”
“That’s not funny, Rhapsody.”
“I didn’t mean it to be funny.”
“Do you know what a clone is, Dianne? That’s what this guy is!”
“Juliette, I’m fully aware of what he is.
He explained it to me.”
“Oh, he did now, did he?” Destiny scoffed
dryly.
Rhapsody nodded quietly. “I don’t pretend to understand any of
this, you know. Scarlet doesn’t
understand it fully himself. But
he’s so much more than a clone, Destiny.”
“Right.
He’s a clone who cannot die,” Destiny replied sharply. “Do you realize what it means, Dianne? He can’t be killed. Does that even sound human to you?”
“You’re wrong there. He’s human, all right. With all the mixed feelings, all the
traits of any human being. And
these feelings, these traits he has are those of Paul Metcalfe. Maybe the body he has now is a clone of his original one, but
I recognize the man inside. And
even if I don’t know him as well as you do, I did see he was pretty confused. Confused and frustrated by what’s
happened to him, and by what he’s become.
He’s trying to get his life back, Juliette.
To do that, he needs the help of all his friends… not their contempt. ALL his friends, Juliette. And that means especially the more
important ones. Like you.”
Destiny stared at her British counterpart,
dumbfounded by her extended plea.
She could not think of anything to say against it.
If anything, she was now the one who was feeling confused.
“You should have been a lawyer,” she
muttered.
Rhapsody smiled slightly. “I studied law, remember? And Father is a diplomat. I think I may have inherited that from
him.”
“Me, I have inherited MY father’s
stubbornness…” Destiny sighed and turned away again. “I
don’t know, Dianne. It is difficult
to absorb all this at once… You must give me time.”
“Fair enough,” Rhapsody nodded
thoughtfully. “I know it’s hard, Juliette, but at least, until you think it
over, you should give Paul a break.” She noticed that this time around, Destiny
did not say anything against Scarlet being called ‘Paul’. Maybe I’m finally reaching her,
the young British woman thought.
“I can’t promise you anything, Dianne,”
Destiny responded faintly. “But
I’ll give it a try.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Rhapsody sighed.
“Because despite what they say about Captain Scarlet being indestructible… I
don’t believe he is, totally. His heart can be broken… and anybody could die of that.”
Destiny spun round to stare at her friend
again. Just then, she thought she
had heard something in Rhapsody’s voice.
A hint of concern, and of another feeling altogether. Until that moment, Destiny had just suspected it, even if in
the past she had teased her friend about it, although never seriously. But now…
The way she was talking about Scarlet, the loyalty she was showing toward
him, by defending him with such passion…
Could it be that Rhapsody Angel was
actually in love with Captain Scarlet?
If Destiny intended asking her British
friend about this, she did not have the time to do so. Someone came buzzing at her door,
interrupting her. This annoyed her,
and she wondered if she would ever find out the truth of her suspicions about
Rhapsody’s feelings. “Enter!” she
called. The door slid open and
Captain Magenta stepped in. He
smiled, seeing the two girls.
“Boy!” he said. “Am I in luck!
Here I am with my two favourite Angels.”
“I’ll bet you say that to the others as
well, Captain,” Rhapsody retorted with a faint smile.
“Actually, it’s true that I’m in luck.
I had to see the two of you.”
“Really?” Destiny asked him with a curious
frown.
Magenta turned to her, nodding. “A team is preparing to leave Cloudbase
shortly, to provide security at the World Airshow in L.A. We may need you there, Destiny.”
“At the airshow?”
“Yes.
There are some flight tests to perform with a new model of the Passenger
Jet… modified with some new
features.”
“I’ve heard of it,” Rhapsody said. “The one with the ejectable capsule.”
“Yes, that’s the one,” Magenta nodded.
“Seems Spectrum is thinking about equipping itself with this new model.
That’s why one of our own pilots should carry out the tests. Since Captain Blue is off-duty due to
the flu, the Colonel wants Destiny to do it… That is, if you’re up to it.” He looked at her keenly. “How are you now?”
“Excuse me?”
“We heard you left your station in Angel
One because you weren’t feeling very well.
You need to be in shape for those tests, you know.”
“I know.
Who’s the alternative?”
“Rhapsody.” Magenta glanced at the British Angel and gave her a faint
smile of compassion. “You look
busted.”
“I’ve had worse days,” the young woman
replied with a sigh. “Of course, I’ve also had better…”
Destiny was frowning, thoughtful. “Who is
part of the team, Captain? You?”
“No.
I’m staying here, as back up in case of emergency. With Blue if need be. Ochre and Grey are going… and Scarlet
will be field commander.”
There was suddenly a heavy silence in the
room, with Rhapsody and Magenta looking expectantly at Destiny. The French pilot realized then, almost
right away, that the Irish-born Captain knew something of her difficult feelings
about Scarlet. It didn’t take much
time for the news to get around, she thought glumly. Now what should she do?
There was work to do here.
It wouldn’t be very professional on her part if she were unable to put her
personal feelings aside and perform her duty. On the other hand, she was unsure
if she would indeed be able to cope with all this.
“I’ll get my things,” she heard Rhapsody
say tiredly.
That snapped her out of her thoughts
instantly. “No,” she said to the
British girl. “I’ll go.”
The other Angel frowned. “You’re sure?”
“Listen, it would not be fair to you if I
let you do this. Look at you: you’re about half-dead from exhaustion.” Destiny produced a smile. “I wouldn’t want you to plough yourself
into the ground with that plane.”
“Ditto.
You’re REALLY sure you can handle it?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Don’t you worry about a thing.
I promise I will behave.”
Destiny turned toward Magenta.
“Give me a minute to prepare, will you?”
Magenta nodded. “I’ll wait outside.”
He gave an almost imperceptible look toward Rhapsody who, understanding his
message, excused herself to Destiny and followed him out of her friend’s
quarters. Magenta waited until the
door had slid closed before addressing the female pilot. “I see you had a talk with her.”
“Yes, I did,” Rhapsody said. “I think she’ll come around. She just needs some time. What about Ochre?”
“Ochre isn’t too thrilled about Scarlet
being field commander, to put it mildly.
Grey tried to talk to him.
But he’s as stubborn as – as –” Magenta smiled.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear Ochre has a bit of Irish drunkard in
him.”
Rhapsody laughed softly at the comment.
“Maybe he has. I’m sure you’ve met enough
Irish-American policemen in your lifetime, Pat.”
He smiled in return and shrugged.
“I just hope there won’t be any problems between those two during this
mission.”
“I wouldn’t have thought so. But maybe this mission will help smooth
things over.”
“Yeah,” Magenta muttered gloomily. “Don’t
hold your breath, though. You know how Ochre can be when he’s like this.”
“Yes, I know.” Rhapsody smiled.
“But I’m not too worried. Captain
Scarlet will know how to take care of things…”
* * *
When Captain Scarlet arrived at the door
leading to the duty hangar, he saw Destiny Angel coming down the corridor toward
him, alone, her crash helmet under her arm. He stopped, his finger on the ‘open’ button, and waited for
her. When she arrived in front of
him, she saluted him smartly and almost came to attention.
“Destiny Angel reporting as ordered, sir.”
Her all-too-official behaviour would have
amused Scarlet under other circumstances.
As it was right now, it only annoyed him. He repressed a sigh and shook his head. At least, he thought, the coldness he had seen in her eyes
during their earlier meeting wasn’t there anymore… and her tone was certainly
less brusque.
“At ease, Destiny. Don’t be so formal. At least, not when we’re alone.”
She relaxed, if just a bit. Scarlet looked straight at her. He was feeling rather uneasy. “I… er…
heard you weren’t feeling too well, earlier today.
Are you all right now?”
“Yes, thank you. I’m ready to perform my duty.”
“Frankly, I didn’t think you’d join us on
this mission.”
She stared at him blankly. “If I had not come, Rhapsody would have
been assigned to it. I could not
let her do this, right now.”
Scarlet felt a bit nervous; he shrugged.
“There are still a lot of unresolved feelings between us.”
“Yes, there are.” Destiny’s statement was
very straightforward; still, she lowered her eyes, feeling uneasy about it.
Scarlet cleared his throat.
“Do you suppose we could talk about it
sometime?” he asked her carefully.
“Maybe sometime.” Destiny looked up at him. It was difficult for her just to look at
him, and Scarlet realized that instantly.
“But not today, okay? That’s
still… a lot to ask from me.”
“Okay.
In the meantime, do you think you can stand being with me for the
duration of this mission?”
She nodded. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t be here if that were the
case.”
Scarlet thanked her with a nod of his own
and pressed the button to open the sliding door. “Shall we join the others?” he invited the French pilot. She entered first and he followed.
It was in the duty hangar, below the lower
flight deck, that Spectrum Passenger Jets were stored and maintained. The Angel
craft had their own hangar, just the other side of the fuel tanks, and each of
the fighter jets was taken care of by its own team of mechanics and maintenance
personnel, making sure they’d always be ready in case of emergency. By
comparison, two teams of mechanics, working around the clock, were in charge of
the SPJs.
On landing on Cloudbase, the new Passenger
Jet from Universal Aero Engineering – dubbed Aero Special One – had been brought
down on the flight deck lift for refuelling and maintenance checks.
Captain Grey was now looking thoughtfully at the jet when Captain Scarlet and
Destiny Angel entered the hangar.
Grey acknowledged their presence and indicated the craft. “Doesn’t look much
different from our own,” he said.
“Yes, except for the colour,” Scarlet
nodded. Spectrum Passenger Jets
were silver and blue, while this Aero Special One was all silver. With his finger, Scarlet traced a dividing line just below
the canopy window, and going almost all the way to the tail. “That must be the
joining point for the ejecting cabin,” he noted.
“Too bad we won’t be able to see that
particular feature in action,” Grey remarked.
“Bite your tongue,” Scarlet murmured. “The Mysterons might hear you. Where’s Ochre?”
“Inside the cabin, taking a look around.
You know how he is with those overgrown gadgets.
Loves them as much as those antique replicas he builds.”
“And the pilot from UAE?”
“Haven’t seen him yet. One of the maintenance people told me he
was inspecting the landing gear.
One of the wheels seemed to have nearly jammed when the jet landed earlier on.”
“I hope that’ll be our only problem.”
“Who needs to bite his tongue now?”
Captain Ochre poked his head out of the
Jet. The sight of Scarlet didn’t
erase the broad grin of contentment on his face.
He seemed to be enjoying himself too much to let anything deter him.
“Here you are!” he said, stepping down from the craft. “Where were you, anyway?
Getting chewed out by the old man, I hope?”
“You would have loved that, wouldn’t you?”
Scarlet replied dryly. “You’re out of luck. He didn’t ground me.
I’m still leading this mission.”
“That’s what I was afraid of,” Ochre said.
“Ochre…” Grey warned.
“Lay off me, Grey,” Ochre told his
compatriot. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep
in line.” He looked Scarlet
squarely in the eye. “I’m professional enough not to let my personal feelings
get in the way of my duties.”
“Glad to hear it,” Scarlet retorted coolly.
Destiny was staring curiously at Scarlet
and Ochre, trying her best not to look too puzzled. Obviously, by the sound of that conversation, there was some
problem between the two men. She
wondered what it could be. Right
now, anyway, there seemed to be some sort of cease-fire between them. Scarlet waved a hand at the Passenger
Jet. “So what do you think of it?”
“Well, this baby looks a lot like our SPJs…
The control panel is about the same, ’cept for the controls of the new
features.” Ochre looked toward Destiny. “You shouldn’t have trouble
flying it.”
Destiny was scrutinizing the Aero Special
One with an experienced eye. “The wings are designed differently,” she noticed. “The tail too.”
“Probably for more manoeuvrability, to
compensate for the extra weight of the cabin,” Scarlet remarked. His right hand thoughtfully rubbed the
polished silver finish of the craft.
This new feature could be very useful, he mused. The concept could save lives in an
emergency.
Scarlet’s head suddenly began to throb; a
sudden wave of nausea hit him in the stomach.
He felt his legs weakening under him, and leaned on the canopy to keep
his balance. Oh no! he thought. Not another one of those dizzy spells!
His three colleagues noticed his discomfort and how pale he had become.
“Captain?
Are you all right?”
That was Destiny’s voice, Scarlet realized.
Was she just being polite, or was she really concerned about his well-being?
Grey came to him and gently put a hand on his shoulder. “You okay,
sport?”
Scarlet nodded. He removed his cap to rub his temple. “Headache, nausea… It’s okay, it’ll go in a minute.”
“What is it?” Grey asked. “Caught Blue’s bug?”
“I can’t get ill,” Scarlet replied.
“Right!” Ochre scoffed behind him. “So how come you’re about to faint right
now? Maybe you’re finally getting
air sick from living on Cloudbase…”
“Shut up, Ochre,” Grey told him, annoyed.
He was really worried about Scarlet’s health right now.
He turned to address him anew: “You really look bad, Paul. Maybe you should stay here and see Doctor Fawn about it.”
Scarlet smiled faintly; he was beginning to
get his balance back. “Wouldn’t that make Ochre’s day!” he remarked.
He heard Ochre snort derisively behind him.
Grey shot his compatriot a quelling look, before turning to Scarlet again. “I
mean it, Scarlet: you should go see Doctor Fawn.”
“Won’t do any good. He already knows about it, anyway.”
“Already knows?” Grey repeated.
“It’s not the first time?”
“It’s nothing, really. Don’t concern yourself about it,”
Scarlet muttered.
How could he tell them about the nature of
these spells and what Fawn actually thought about them? Ochre would be quick to point out that
the mission could be in jeopardy because of that.
Anyway, his dizziness was dispersing now,
so maybe there was no cause to worry.
“Word has it… you were dead.”
Scarlet froze upon hearing those words
spoken behind him. He wasn’t the
only one. His fellow officers and
Destiny Angel had stiffened as well. Scarlet exchanged a worried glance with
Grey before carefully turning with him to face the man who had spoken.
The culprit, wearing a pilot’s uniform with
commander’s insignia on its sleeves, was standing there, just below the port
wing of the jet, a wide grin on his face, and a glimmering eye laid on the group
who looked expectantly at him. He
took a few steps forward and glanced attentively at them.
“That’s really you, isn’t it, Rick?”
Ochre frowned. He, too, stared at the man, not really sure how to react. “Jim?” he exclaimed. “Jim Torey? Is that you?”
“So, YOU ARE Richard Fraser!” the commander
said, laughing. “What a marvellous
surprise! I wouldn’t have
recognized you without your beard!”
A delighted Ochre came toward the commander
and excitedly clasped hands with him.
Grey and Scarlet blew out a sigh of relief, watching the two men who were
acting exactly as old friends who hadn’t seen each other in a long time,
laughing and patting each other’s shoulders.
“I thought for a minute…” Grey left the
whispered sentence hanging in the air.
Scarlet shook his head, musing.
“Yes, me too,” he responded in the same
tone. “I almost forgot about
Ochre’s situation with his identity.”
“Him and his taste for melodramatics,” Grey
muttered. “That just about gave me
a heart attack!”
Scarlet smiled bemusedly, remembering how
Ochre, almost two years earlier, had chosen to kill off his real identity of
Commissioner Richard Fraser of the World Police to begin his life anew as
Spectrum agent Captain Ochre. He
had been the only one who had so cut all ties with his former life. Even Captain
Magenta, a former mob boss, had simply chosen to ‘disappear’ from public life
when Spectrum offered him a new challenge and a full pardon for his past
misdeeds. No doubt, however, his
former associates were wondering where he could have gone. But for Ochre, a simple disappearance wasn’t nearly enough.
As far as
Scarlet knew, Ochre had no real family of his own, no close friends, only
colleagues in the Police Department and a ton of enemies amongst the criminal
underworld, who would have wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in his head.
So Richard Fraser ‘died in a bomb attack’. Ochre changed his appearance, by simply shaving a
well-trimmed beard he had kept for years – for the sole purpose of passing
himself off as older as he really was – a purpose that was now obsolete. Apparently, Ochre’s strategy had worked
and everybody thought Richard Fraser was now dead.
But then again, Ochre hadn’t really had to move around his former turf
since then.
“The last I heard of you, you supposedly
died when your car blew up,” Torey said, with his smile still wide. “Weren’t you
a victim of a mob hit, like the police reported to the press?”
“Not exactly,” Ochre said hesitantly. “As
you can see, I’m still very much alive.”
“Yes, I see that. As a Spectrum captain, no less. That uniform suits you.”
“Yes. Er… It’s Captain Ochre, now… and it’s a secret.”
“Hey!
You know me: mum’s the word.”
“How long have you been with Aero
Engineering?”
“Three years now… Shortly after we lost touch with each
other, actually.”
“And you said you’d never leave the US Air
Force!”
“Well… UAE came up with a pretty
interesting offer.”
Ochre suddenly seemed to recall he wasn’t
alone with his old friend. He
presented his fellow Spectrum agents to Torey.
His tone had even lost his edge when he presented Scarlet as field
commander. Must be really happy to meet up with his friend, thought the British
captain. Commander Torey was
pleasant enough… even courteous, to
a certain extent, especially when it came to meeting Destiny Angel. He bowed slightly to her, with the most
polite of smiles.
“So,” he said, turning to Ochre, “you
finally found a way to fly planes officially.
Are you to perform the tests in L.A.?”
Grey scoffed. “Wouldn’t we be in trouble!”
Ochre shot him a dirty look. “No,” he said
to Torey. “Destiny’s coming with
us. She’ll test the plane there.”
“It’d be an even better idea if she was the
one to fly it from here,” Scarlet remarked.
“I agree,” Destiny said, nodding. “It will
then give me time to get used to it.”
“Of course, if that’s all right with you,
Commander,” Scarlet added quickly.
“I think it’s a good idea too. When do you want to go?”
“Colonel White asked us to leave as soon as
the plane’s ready.”
“Tank’s been refilled, usual checks made…”
“I heard you had trouble with the landing
gear,” Grey noted.
“Nothing really serious. It’s been taken
care of. The bird’s ready to fly
whenever you are.”
Scarlet nodded. “Good. So let’s
go without delay. I checked the
weather down there. They’ve
forecast a storm over the Rockies.
Maybe we can avoid it if we leave immediately.”
“This way, lady and gentlemen…”
Torey showed the group to the hatch leading
inside the craft, Ochre keeping close to him, Scarlet bringing up the rear with
Grey. The latter noticed how
thoughtful his British counterpart seemed.
“Are you okay?” he asked him.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” Scarlet nodded. “I’m just concerned about this mission,
that’s all. I hope it will go
smoothly.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll see to it.
We just have to be optimistic about it.”
“Nothing concerning the Mysterons can bring
out the optimist in me,” Scarlet murmured.
He couldn’t tell Grey that, although his
nausea was now gone, his headache was still persisting, and that with it, he had
the unnerving feeling that something was definitely going to go wrong with this
mission. He didn’t feel safe at
all… as if a real catastrophe was about to fall on their heads. Gloomily, he
shook his head. Of course there
would be trouble, he mused. Mysterons always spelled trouble. The best they could do was to make sure
they succeeded in bringing down their conspiracy…
and stopping their threat at all costs.
A QUESTION OF TRUST (complete story - zip)
Chapter 1
– Chapter 2
– Chapter 3 – Chapter 4
– Chapter 5
– Chapter 6 – Chapter 7
– Chapter 8
Chapter 9 –
Chapter 10 –
Epilogue
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