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Bubblegum Crisis
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The Tempest Chronicles II
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(c) Robin Smith 1995/6
Bubblegum Crisis is copyright Armtic,
Youmex and Toshimichi Suzuki.
Other copyrights belong to their respective holders.
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Chapter 2.12
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[Sunday 20:30]
Turning the corner into the computer room Mackie saw Sylia was nowhere
in view. Noticing his puzzled look, Nene pointed her pencil towards the
wall behind her.
"She went into her sanctum for something; said she wouldn't be long."
Nene went back to examining a printout.
"Oh I see. So how's it going ?"
Mackie sat down on a chair.
Nene ticked off a couple of lines.
"How's what going ?"
She said without looking up, and circled another line.
"The break-in program you were working on with sis... err I mean
Sylia."
"Oh that's finished, there only a couple of small points that needed
tidying up. Sylia came up with a neat trick for one of them.
So what brings you in here ?
I thought you were working on some motoroid modifications."
She put down the printout and swivelled to face Mackie. Nene knew
something was up; Mackie wasn't paying any visual attention to her like
he used to; he must be hiding his emotions just like Sylia did.
Hmm, 'hiding' isn't right she thought; perhaps 'masking' would be a
more fitting term, as he's probably not doing it consciously.
Normally Mackie would sit close to her and ogle her; instead he was
seated across the room not even looking at her and faraway look in his
eyes.
"The motoroids; well they're almost finished from a design point, but
Sylia wanted to know if the pager went off ..."
His voice trailed off and Mackie ticked himself off, he'd overlooked
what should have been obvious. He needn't have even moved from his seat
at the table; a simple thought would have been sufficient.
Another thought sub-consciously added 'But that wouldn't have been as
pleasurable as coming and seeing Nene; would it ?'; however it was lost
before reaching his conscious mind.
'Sylia can you hear me ?'
Nothing happened; he tried again.
'Sylia are you listening ?'
There was a slight furrow to his brow.
Nene momentarily wondered why Mackie wasn't saying anything and then
she recalled what Sylia, Mackie and Tempest could do. Mackie's
expression changed to one of concern; now why ? unless something was
wrong ...
"Is there a problem ?"
"Hmm, yes Sylia's not responding or the room is shielding her."
He pondered that notion for a moment; that was unlikely as Tempest had
mentioned is was almost impossible to block without something like
Marvin. Perhaps Nene could do something.
"Is there anything you can do ?"
She noted Mackie's concern and thought for a moment.
"Maybe. If she's logged in then I could probably send her a message.
It would be much simpler if she'd had a phone installed in there."
Nene fingers danced over the keyboard, typing out a rapid string of
commands as she logged into the machine in Sylia's 'sanctum'.
She started up a series of processes that run normally would only
perform their normal function; however if executed in the correct
sequence and supplied with the correct arguments allowed a high enough
privilege to write to any terminal. A shiver of excitement ran through
Nene when she did this; only a handful of people would have been able
to exploit this kind of bug; she was proud to be numbered amongst those
few. Turning to Mackie she smirked.
"Hehe, there you go.
Anything you type will appear on all screens."
Mackie was astonished; in the space of less than a minute Nene had
managed to break into one of Sylia's private machines; it was an
impressive achievement.
"How on earth did you manage that and how much authority have we got ?"
Nene had anticipated the latter question and had been careful not to
obtain too high a privilege; Mackie would undoubtedly tell Sylia about
it and she wanted some back doors still available.
"I can only get enough authority to write to the screens and it's a
'feature' of that version of the operating system."
He was about to rise from the chair when there was a light click and
the door to Sylia's sanctum glided open. Sylia stepped through and
turned to Mackie.
"I take it the pager has been triggered ?
Oh and Nene I'd like to know how you breached the security please."
Sylia's voice betraying no emotion at all.
Nene's face flushed slightly having been metaphorically caught with her
hands in the till. 'Good job I did just enough.' she thought; after all
a good hacker doesn't reveal all their secrets. Sylia wasn't too bad a
ice runner herself; being enhanced was a major advantage. Logically
Sylia was almost perfect, but Nene had observed Sylia lacked the
instinctive 'feel' for lateral jumps in thinking that frequently bought
the best results.
"It wasn't a single event, it was a triple.
I assume it means something important has cropped up ?"
Mackie's question was almost rhetorical.
"A triple !
In that case I have a call to make."
With that Sylia returned to her sanctum and closed the door.
"Humph, charming. It was nice speaking to you Sylia."
Nene muttered.
Mackie sighed, when Sylia was in her 'ice-queen' mode it was best just
to let it be and do something else rather than get worked up about it.
He rose up from the chair and paused in the doorway.
"She'll tell us when she's ready.
I'm going to get a drink; do you want one ?"
Nene killed off her remote login to Sylia's machine.
"I've got one here, but thank you for asking."
Her mind turned to creating the next backdoor now the current one had
been revealed.
"Okay, call if you want anything."
With that Mackie left the computer room and headed for the kitchen.
Priss was still stretched out on the sofa, no doubt still feigning
sleep. Linna was sitting in one of the armchairs; her head cocked to
one side and her eyes closed; probably taking a light nap.
Mackie returned to his sketches, but couldn't summon the enthusiasm to
continue. He idly doodled on the pad, not even looking at what he was
drawing. Mentally he wandered along aimlessly not concentrating on
anything in particular; slowly drifting into a light nap.
An idea drifted in from his subconscious; as he became fully aware of
it he snapped back to reality from his dream like state.
'Nene can you hear me ?'
He repeated the message to each of the girls in turn several times;
before giving up, having failed to get any responses.
Now what would cause the lack of communication ?
Marvin wasn't available to do any blocking.
No shielding known was able to block it.
The range certainly wasn't too great.
Tempest as far as was known wouldn't be blocking communication; in fact
he'd more likely be trying establish a link.
The last time Mackie was certain any of them had any communication was
when he and Tempest had just returned from Tempest's flat after the
destruction of the buma. However he suspected that Tempest had
communicated with Sylia at her penthouse when she questioned the
validity of Tempest's id card.
The common factor, was communication had only taken place when Tempest
was present with one or more of them. Mackie concluded that he, Sylia
and the others weren't intrinsically telepathic, but Tempest was able
to link them either on a conscious or sub-conscious basis. He further
concluded that something had happened to Tempest that had altered that
ability in some way. Still comatose, dead or possibly the beam that
Marvin had played over Tempest had triggered a steady change in
Tempest's capabilities ?
His thoughts were disturbed as a hand fell on his shoulder and shook
him gently.
"Come on wake up sleepy, Sylia's got news of Tempest."
Nene returned to the armchair as soon as Mackie grunted a reply.
"Uh okay."
Mackie snapped back to reality at the mention of Tempest. He looked
across the room to see Priss was still stretched out across the sofa
and the armchairs were occupied by Nene and Linna. Sylia was standing
with her back to the window sipping her coffee. Mackie considered bring
over a dining chair but opted to kneel next to the coffee table.
There was a soft chink as Sylia replaced her cup on the saucer.
"Right the news concerning Tempest is mixed.
I didn't want Tempest's condition discussed over an insecure telephone
line so the details are somewhat sketchy.
He is fully conscious now, but the doctor wouldn't let him come to
phone. The doctor made a highly unusual request; that I bring an
electrical insulating full body suit.
In the light of this, I'd like you to accompany me Linna.
Mackie you'll drive the transport."
Mackie wondered what form of 'transport' Sylia had in mind.
"I'll come but why me Sylia ?"
Linna replied, wondering why she'd been singled out.
"What's the body suit for ?"
"The doctor thinks we come from a secret military unit and another
member would reinforce this view.
The body suit is for Tempest but I didn't enquire why, due to the
public nature of the telephone line."
"So why not me ?"
Priss interjected.
"Nene will be needed to run interference on any radio or telephones
from the truck. She can't drive it around and provide the cover, so
you'll drive and act as security. I'm not expecting trouble for your
end of the operation, but have your hardsuits on and the motoroids
ready for deployment."
Sylia had anticipated that Priss wouldn't like the idea of acting as a
chauffeur for Nene, but the possibility of action should temper her
indignation.
"Linna you'll need to disguise yourself a bit. We'll both wear the wigs
tied back in the same style, some camouflage face paint and blacking
will help hide our features sufficiently and make it seem like we're
fresh from a field exercise.
Mackie you've got to pick up a special vehicle from this address; the
keys to the garage have been deposited at the flat.
Priss, you take Mackie over there on the Ninja and leave once he's in
possession of the vehicle and it's moving. I don't want you at the
scene any longer than necessary.
No traffic tickets please."
Priss nodded in assention.
"How are you and Linna going to link up with Mackie ?"
"I was coming to that.
Nene, you get the motoroids loaded on to the truck whilst Priss is
dropping Mackie off; that'll save us some time. Linna and I can give
you a hand once we're finished changing. Once Priss has got suited up
we drive over to the old warehouse to meet with Mackie and the vehicle.
Linna and I transfer over and then proceed to the clinic.
Priss and Nene will remain close to the clinic, but remain out of site
unless needed.
Any questions ?"
"Why have Nene and me around in our hardsuits, I wouldn't have thought
that the clinic staff would be any trouble ?"
"You're correct in that assumption, but I've received information that
there is another party interested in Tempest and that they are armed
and dangerous. The name of the other party has not been given but I do
know that it isn't Genom.
Any more questions ?"
"Just what's so special about this other vehicle ?"
There was a pause before Sylia answered Nene's question; it was as
though she was reluctant to provide the information.
"It's a high speed light tank."
"A TANK! What on earth do you want that for ?"
Priss exclaimed and then muttered quietly.
"And she ticks me off for wanting heavier weapons."
Unfortunately for Priss, Sylia heard her muttered addendum.
"It has nothing to do with the calibre of the weapon Priss, however you
appear to need convincing.
We need to give the impression to any one who sees us at the clinic
that we're part of a military operation. The doctor has always been
convinced of this, but I don't know if any spies for the opposition are
there already. The last thing I want at this stage is someone making a
rapid connection between Tempest and the Knight Sabers; that's why you
and Nene are to remain out of sight unless you're needed.
Everyone clear on their roles ?"
Nods and affirmative answers were forthcoming from all.
"Good. Let's get to Tempest before the opposition do."
Pausing briefly to place her cup and saucer on the table, Sylia picked
up a small bag and then joined everyone in the lift.
Linna and Sylia got out at one the shop's levels whilst everyone else
continued the ride down to the basement. Mackie and Priss mounted the
Ninja; Nene opened the shutters and closed them once the Ninja was on
its way.
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[Sunday 20:56]
At that moment Ital returned carrying a small bundle in one hand and a
pair of white boots. He placed them at the foot of bed and immediately
backed away.
"T-there you are."
There was an aura of fear about him; clearly he was frightened about
getting close to me; perhaps with good reason.
"Ital please listen to me; I think I can understand what you are
thinking of me, but I assure you that I have no intention of harming
anyone here. What you've seen today, is the result of something done to
me some time ago. Maybe I should have thought more carefully about what
the consequences could be. However its effects will accompany to the
grave, until then I shall have to live with it each day."
During this I was putting on the items Ital had fetched.
"Thank you for bringing these.
I really appreciate it."
Ital had thoughtfully brought along a pair of knee length surgical
stockings, which would be much more comfortable against the skin than
the polyethylene bags I would be standing in.
He looked up, his mood lightening a little.
"Y-you mean that ?"
Being careful to avoid brushing close to the bed frame with my legs,
I hopped down onto one of the mats.
Bowing slightly I replied.
"With all sincerity.
Domo arigato gozaimasu." {42}
What I was wearing would never become considered high fashion but it
served it's function admirably. The kimono hiding the most
distinguishing feature; namely the polyethylene bag lined boots.
My lower legs were being squeezed a bit by the surgical stockings; this
was their original function; slightly uncomfortable at first but
bearable.
Dr Mariner checked his watch.
"The commander will be here soon; do you still feel okay ?"
"Yes I think that little problem is behind me. Knowing the cause means
I can avoid repeating it and bothering you in the future.
One thing though, I think the commander will want a slightly more
private area than this for the meeting."
"That could be accommodated, but for now we'll start here; I don't want
you over-taxing yourself unnecessarily."
With that, we sat and waited for the arrival of the commander.
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[Sunday night]
The telephone rang at about five to nine heralding the arrival of
Commander Yuri. Ital remained in the room with me as Dr Mariner went
off to greet her.
"Did you mean what you said earlier ?"
He asked hesitantly.
"If you mean thanking you for the stockings, yes I did and I appreciate
it very much. Plastic pressed against the skin is most uncomfortable,
you showed consideration for my well being and feelings; I think you'll
go far in the nursing profession."
Ital coughed and then laughed.
"S-sorry I couldn't help that; you see I'm a medical technician, not a
nurse. Thank you for the compliment though, even if it was
unintentional."
"Perhaps I can recommend Dr Mariner to give you a pay rise then ?"
"Err, no I don't think would go down too well.
Thank you for the thought."
"All right, it'll be our secret then, ehh ?"
I almost went to nudge him but managed to suppress the impulse.
This light hearted exchange had seemed to rid him of his open fear of
me; he was certainly more relaxed than before.
He asked where I learnt to speak Japanese and other things that seemed
odd for a gaigin to be doing, such as my knowledge of customs.
There was no harm I could discern in discussing such things and we
chatted for several minutes before Dr Mariner returned with the
commander and one of her troops in tow.
It was hard not laugh when I recognised Linna behind the camouflage
face paint and wearing a wig. I had to concentrate in order not to
smile when Dr Mariner introduced them to Ital; making sure Dr Mariner
and Ital couldn't see I winked to Sylia and Linna. Sylia looked at me
quizzically and lightly tapped her temple twice with her finger; I knew
that she was signalling me to communicate with her. The problem was I
couldn't and she realised this when I shook my head slightly.
Sylia was about to lean close to me when Dr Mariner pulled her away; I
also took the precaution of jumping off the bed to the far side.
"What's wrong ?"
Sylia asked, directing the question at both Dr Mariner and myself.
"Your operative is carrying a substantial electrical charge; I think
it's probably more than sufficient to kill someone."
His expression changed slightly.
"You mean to say you didn't know ?"
Linna was surprised; that was clearly evident from her expression;
Sylia of course managed to convey the air that she'd known all along.
"Why else would you have requested an insulating body suit doctor.
I'm surprised at such a question; I was quite aware of how close I
could safely get."
Her tone had changed to that of someone who was used to giving orders
and having them obeyed without question; typical clipped military type.
"Now I suggest we conduct this meeting somewhere a little more private
than here.
You do have a room that satisfies these conditions ?"
Switching to Russian I asked.
[Can someone hand me a glass of water ?]
Only Sylia made any signs of moving, at which point I knew we had
method of speaking privately. Dr Mariner was about to answer Sylia's
earlier question about another room, but she requested he wait a moment
and turned her attention back to me.
Continuing in Russian I stated.
[Don't bother with that; it was a test to see if anyone understood.
What the doctor said is true, it's dangerous to come near me unless
either you're insulated or I'm wearing a protective garment.
Keep up the clipped voice and attitude.]
[I see, thank you for the warning.]
Sylia conveyed this information to Linna in a whisper and resumed her
conversation with me, much to the consternation of Dr Mariner.
[Why the spoken communication ?
Thought would have been better]
[Yes it would be, but at the moment I can't do it; something has
changed again. Have you tried contacting the cinematographer ?]
[Haven't had need to; but I take your point. I'll call him.]
Sylia went quiet for a moment as she tried to contact Mackie.
She had no success either.
[I can't either, so that means ...
No, we'll discuss this later, right now there are more important things
to be sorted out. From what the doctor has indicated and your sprightly
performance now, I take it you want out of here ?]
[Indeed I do.
Have you brought the suit the doctor requested ?]
[Yes, it's in the bag my guard is carrying.]
[Guard ?
Oh, I'm with you now, no names to be mentioned, right ?]
Sylia nodded.
[Okay, suggest to the doctor that I get changed into the suit and we
continue the meeting in his office.
Have you got my wallet and id here ?]
Sylia tapped her breast pocket in reply.
[Good. I don't mind Ital being present, he's a good chap and helped me
considerably.
If I start speaking in English, act as though you don't understand.
Earlier on I indicated to our medical friend that I didn't exactly work
for you, but more with you and that my official rank exceeded yours.]
[I don't think that will be a problem. I suppose you'll explain later;
in your usual manner ?]
She was obviously referring to my three point explanations.
[Yes, an explanation will be forthcoming.
Shall we proceed ?]
"Now doctor, I believe you were about to say something about another
more private room ?"
Dr Mariner looked a trifle annoyed at being made to wait, that was
quite understandable considering the way Sylia had cut him off.
However, it did reinforce the impression that she was a military
commander who'd brook no argument from civilians.
"Yes, I was. My office is secure from eavesdroppers, if that is what
you require."
"Correct doctor.
Is he fit enough to be moved ?"
She pointed to me.
"Do you mean to my office ?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I meant."
Changing to English, I turned to Dr Mariner.
[Don't worry doctor, she's just a little put out at what was said
between us just now. There will be an explanation shortly.]
[Thank you, these military attitudes can be so annoying.
Sorry, I forgot you're military as well, aren't you ?]
[Yes that's true doctor and I know what you mean.]
There was a short exchange between Sylia and Linna who stepped smartly
forward and placed the bag she was carrying upon the bed.
"Your suit is in here."
Rising she saluted sharply.
"Sir!"
"Very good sergeant; that will be all."
After returning the salute, I began to unzip the bag.
Dr Mariner heard the zip's movement and looked to me.
"Will you require any assistance in changing ?"
"No thank you doctor, I can manage by myself.
You go ahead, I'll join you shortly."
"Ital will wait outside and accompany you to my office.
I don't think you know where it is; do you ?"
"No, I quite overlooked that minor detail doctor, thank you."
As they filtered out of the room I noticed Dr Mariner stop a young lady
pushing a small trolley who was heading towards my room.
She turned about and followed the entourage a short distance behind.
Just before closing the door Ital said.
"If you need a hand just call and I'll come in."
Smiling I replied.
"Thanks, but I think I've got the hang of dressing myself now."
He grinned back and closed the door.
Lifting open the cover of the soft bag; I was rather surprised to find
what on initial inspection looked like a diver's dry suit.
However after a closer examination it clearly wasn't; the material was
too thin to be of practical use as a dry suit and the only openings I
could find was for the neck, wrists and ankles. Before attempting to
put it on I thought a small test would be advisable.
Removing the surgical gloves from my left hand I put my arm inside the
suit and put it up against the bed frame; nothing happened.
Just to be certain I ran a small test without the suit over my arm and
was rewarded by a fat spark leaping between the frame and me; good, the
suit up to the job. A sudden thought occurred to me before I put it on,
now would be an exceptionally good time to make use of the toilet; the
suit was short of a few necessary openings.
Removing all the other items from the bag I disrobed and lay on the
bed. It was quite a struggle at first to slip the suit over my legs,
but it became a lot to wriggle into it once past my waist.
The final interesting bit was working my arms into place, however I
managed it without falling off the bed. All that remained now was to
put on the gloves. It was whilst pulling on the gloves that I became
aware of two small pink marks on my wrists. At first glance they looked
like old scar tissue but how many scars are identically placed and
perfectly circular ?; this would require investigation later on.
Moving around I had the odd feeling that the suit was tighter than when
I first put it on, but attributed it to the freedom I'd had in the
kimono.
Stepping briefly into the washroom and glancing in the mirror I got to
see what the suit looked like; having seen it I thought the kimono was
preferable and promptly put it on over the top. Taking my clothes from
closet I them packed them into the bag, looped the strap over my
shoulder and after turning out the light, opened the door to meet Ital.
Seeing the kimono, he looked down at my feet that were just visible and
smiled.
"I was going to ask why the kimono, but having seen the colour of your
footwear it's no longer necessary."
"Yes, it's a somewhat garish colour scheme; not wanting to put people
off their food I thought it would be best to cover it up."
"Oh, what's the rest like then ?"
"Not here, I give a fashion show in the doctor's office.
Care to lead the way ?"
The kimono served its purpose, for no-one paid any heed to us as we
walked down the corridors to the doctor's office. Since I had slipped
my hands inside the sleeves of the kimono (which better hid the
brightly coloured gloves) Ital obligingly knocked on the door.
After waiting for a few seconds, he opened it and motioned me to enter
first. On entering I sensed there was a degree of frost in the air;
clearly Dr Mariner was still put out by the manner in which Sylia had
addressed him earlier.
To the left were three seats, two of which were occupied by Sylia and
Linna; whilst to the right was the trolley I had seen earlier.
Of the young lady there was no sign; evidently she had been excused
"Help yourself to a drink if you want one and take a seat."
Suggested Dr Mariner, a slight edge in his voice; then his tone changed
as he looked to Ital and somewhat apologetically said.
"Sorry, but the commander here doesn't require your input in this
meeting, I'll call if your needed."
"Wait a moment please Ital.
Doctor earlier on Ital remarked about the colouration of the footwear
so I said I would show him. However since the colour scheme is rather
harsh I thought it would be better done in the office. I don't intend
to on back on my word; just pull the door closed first though."
Having poured myself a coffee; I placed it down on trolley.
Turning round to face everyone I untied the obi and slipped out of
kimono. The look on everyone's faces was priceless; even Sylia was a
little surprised I think; oh for the want of a camera. Linna put a hand
over her mouth; no doubt trying to hide a smile.
The suit which Sylia had brought along did its job admirably in
preventing me from electrocuting anyone. However I was very aware of
how I looked in it, to whit, like one of those super-heroes from an old
comic book. It left very little to the imagination; looking like it had
been sprayed on; hugging every little curve and I was certain from the
design it had been made for a female rather than male form.
The main bodice (like a revealing swimming costume) was bright yellow
that started in low cut vee around the bust area and continued on down
to finish with high cuts about the thighs.
The arms and legs were white and there were also broad white stripes
down right and left sides of the bodice. The neck was bright yellow as
were the gloves and ankle boots; the gloves and boots each having a
deep blue cuff. Finally there was a broad blue band around the waist
that gave the impression of a belt but was a slim pocket; all that
seemed to be missing was the cape and mask.
Ital was not so controlled as Linna and he burst out laughing; I
couldn't blame him. When I saw my reflection in the mirror I wished
that I was back wearing the ruffed shirt and the trouser suit from
Lady633; that was at least fashionable. Tears rolling down his cheeks
he eventually managed get out between sniggers, "I I'm s-sorry" and
then doubled over again. I'm sure that Dr Mariner was also having a
private laugh to himself and as a tension breaker it worked; not that
was the original intention.
"Anyone else care to comment before I die of embarrassment ?"
"N-no, d-do what you want."
That confirmed that Dr Mariner was also having a quiet joke at my
expense.
"Okay Ital, I think you'd better leave now;; before you require some of
the good doctor's treatment."
He was still laughing as he left.
Stooping I picked up the kimono, slipped it back on and tied off the
obi in a small bow; not a traditional fastening method but it allowed
for a quick removal. Turning to Sylia I spoke in Russian.
[I don't where you got this outfit from, but we'll have a talk about it
later. It seems to have broken the ice with your medical friend. I
this little escapade hasn't wrecked your relationship with him for
future treatments.]
[That is my concern at the moment.
He's helped us on several previous occasions when others were injured;
I'd rather not lose the option if possible.]
[Agreed and I think I can fix that; pass me my wallet please.
In a moment you and I are going to have a little argument, for this to
work you need to be the loser. Don't explain it to your guard; the look
of surprise will then be genuine. I'll ...]
[Explain later ?
By the way, there is another party taking an interest in you.
It may be the same people responsible for the incident at your
apartment.]
Sylia prompted, unfastening her top pocket and handing me my wallet.
[Got it in one.
All right, let's get this over with.]
The last sentence spoken with a snarl and a hint of anger. Even if one
doesn't understand a language it is frequently possible to discern the
mood of the speaker; I was counting on the doctor to pick up on this.
"Sergeant!"
Linna was excellent; she responded as though she'd always been taking
orders.
"Yes sir!"
"Hand me the papers."
"Papers sir?"
Not having been given any papers Linna was confused.
"The release papers!"
I commanded.
"B-but I haven't got any papers."
Rounding on Sylia I snarled,
"Commander, didn't you personally issue the necessary papers to the
sergeant?"
"No sir. I assumed the sergeant would collect them as normal."
"Commander, must I remind you that"
I jabbed a finger towards her.
"YOU do not assume anything.
Didn't they teach you anything at training school ?"
Sylia opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off.
"Don't bother answering that; the evidence is pretty clear.
Consider yourself on report for this; that goes for you as well
sergeant."
Whilst acting out this little drama, I had been carefully manipulating
a well-disguised keypad in my wallet. I whirled round to face Dr
Mariner who was sitting there stunned; somewhat taken aback by my
tirade.
"Now doctor, since both my subordinates here have been incautious
enough to be derelict in their duties it falls to me to caution you.
I must impress upon you that what you have seen of me is not to be
discussed beyond these four walls. To date your record is exemplary and
this incident will not reflect upon your security clearance level."
Dr Mariner looked somewhat puzzled.
"I hope this will not change your degree of co-operation with the
commander; she was merely acting in my best interests.
Now I think it is time we departed and leave you in peace.
"Hold it.
If you think you're just going to walk out of here without my consent;
you are sadly mistaken. You are still a patient here and you do not
leave until I decide that it is safe to do so.
You may be a unique case with certain extra attributes but that does
not permit you to ride roughshod over medical practice.
Further more just what makes you think you can take my records ?"
He had spirit and seemed to be prepared to argue about it for a while.
"Sorry, doctor I'm afraid this does."
Holding my wallet open I pushed it in front of him.
He studied the id card for a while before replying.
"You *are* joking of course.
Do you think I was born yesterday ?
This, this ... is a complete farce.
I've never even heard of this ..."
He examined the card again.
"World Wide Law Association."
"You could always try calling the number on the card."
I suggested.
"Yes and I get to talk to one of your tame goons in order to convince
me it's genuine.
I think I'll call the AD Police first; if they don't know, then it will
save me calling them to have you arrested."
"All right doctor; do it your way, but you're wasting your time."
Turning round I noticed Sylia's right hand edging towards her holster.
That wouldn't help matters at all; I motioned her to stop.
"Hello AD Police ?
Yes, I need to enquire about the validity of an id card I have before
me."
<pause>
"Yes, I'll hold."
<pause>
"Hello, I need to enquire about the validity of an id card that has
been presented to me.
<pause>
"My name is Dr Mariner of the Danclaude Medical Facility."
<pause>
"A 'Chief Iain Hind' has presented his id card to me and I don't
recognise the organisation's name.
I'll spell that for you I A I N H I N D, yes that's correct.
<pause>
"The organisation's name is 'World Wide Law Association'.
Hmm, the serial number ?
Where ?
On the back ?
Yes it's JJN/VU/200/001"
<pause>
"I see, very well.
The call is on speaker now."
The AD Police officer addressed me.
"Chief could you say your number three countersign for me ?"
"Good evening.
Officer Tendo ? I believe.
Certainly the countersign is TYCY-5405."
I replied.
"Yes sir that is correct.
Thank you. Awaiting confirmation."
<pause>
"Sorry sir but I'm unable to complete the verification; my security
level won't allow me access. I'll try to transfer you to someone else
with sufficient authority."
Sylia was listening with interest.
'How many more names does he hide behind I wonder ?
Where did he get that id card from, it wasn't in his wallet when I
checked it out yesterday ?'
"That won't be necessary.
Please press 'alt' and pad four together, type in your badge number and
read to me the returned code.
I will then give you an override code that is valid for this one
enquiry only.
Is that understood ?"
"Yes sir."
Just audible above the background noise was the sound of rapid typing.
"The code I have is VICL-267"
"You should now have the option to enter a number from one to fourteen;
is that correct ?"
<pause>
"Yes sir."
"Press four then press enter, followed by ETERNITY in capital letters.
You should then get back the confirmation message.
Please read it out so the doctor can confirm it against what I have
just written."
"The message reads 'My heart will never more be free'"
"Thank you for your assistance officer Tendo.
Please stay on the line until the doctor has made his decision."
I looked questioningly at Dr Mariner, but I was interrupted by officer
Tendo.
"Sir, something strange has just happened to my console."
"Describe it please."
"The display has been cleared and I now have message on screen for you,
but it doesn't make any sense to me."
"Who is it from ?"
"It's signed 'Ishikawa'."
"Okay, you can read it out."
"'You owe me one.'
End of message."
"Is there a response field ?"
"Yes sir. Do want me to enter a reply ?"
"Yes, enter.
'Sorry have to take a rain cheque.
Give my regards to the French boat.'
End of message."
"Sir ??"
Officer Tendo sounded rather confused at my reply.
"Don't worry, he'll understand."
"Well doctor, have you come to a decision yet ?"
"Yes. You've convinced me about your identity.
However, I'd like an official signed document to say you're
indemnifying the clinic regarding your condition."
Sighing I replied,
"Very well. That will have to come from my HQ."
"Officer who's the senior WWLA duty officer tonight ?"
There was a rustling of paper,
"Major Kusanagi, sir."
"All right, thank you for assistance officer Tendo.
Transfer the call to the WWLA please."
There was a brief pause whilst she re-routed the call.
"Ops room, state your id code please."
The voice was one well known to me, Ishikawa.
"JJN/VU/200/001
I have non WWLA people present."
"Voice id is confirmed.
What can I do for you Chief ?"
"Well, you could stop breaking into AD Police computers for one, you
sly old devil.
I expect you've read my reply.
The Major's about I take it ?"
"Would I do such a thing ?
Yes, I read it, but he's not around until Wednesday.
Transferring you now."
A young woman's voice answered; Kusanagi.
"Good evening Chief.
How can I help you ?"
"I have a civilian doctor here who is requesting my signature on form
MED-REL-3.
Can you send me a copy please ?"
"Sure thing, sending now."
Dr Mariner tapped me on the arm, a puzzled look on his face,
"Err, won't she need the number first ?"
The Major answered his question.
"You should find the form you require on the printer behind you Dr
Mariner."
Kusanagi pre-empted the doctor's next question and caused quite a stir
with hers.
"The centre's data number is on file.
Would the two other parties please identify themselves please."
Sylia recovered from the shock first.
"Commander Yuri Daniels here Major.
I'm impressed with your efficiency."
"We aim to be the best Commander.
Your work has not gone un-noticed.
That's a tidy operation you conduct."
'What does she know ?' Sylia wondered.
"Thank you Major."
"Would the fourth person identify themselves please."
Sylia had given Linna time to compose herself; the Major had given them
all quite a shock; how on earth had she known the number of people in
the room ?
Linna called out in a clear voice,
"Sergeant Irene Chang reporting Major."
There was a low snigger from Kusanagi as Linna gave her cover name.
"Very good sergeant.
I see from the records that your fighting skills are rated highly.
Keep up the good work."
"Hai."
'I hope she's bluffing about this, or I'm going to have to revise my
security procedures considerably', thought Sylia.
"Chief, I have a report of a vehicle approaching your position at high
speed, estimate the hostiles are twelve in number.
Their ETA is ten minutes.
Commander, your mobile unit is likely to be outclassed with their
current operational stance.
Do you require assistance ?"
"I'd be most grateful, thank you Major."
Sylia replied whilst thinking 'Damn it how's she doing this ?'
"Roger that Commander."
The line seemed to go dead for a minute until the Major spoke again.
"They are now having a little trouble with their transport.
Revised ETA is now seventeen minutes.
I have not interfered with their observer; he's located outside the
main gate, so they will be aware of your departure.
Suggest you make sure you are seen leaving the clinic.
AD police have been advised of the accident.
Sorry I can't do any more for you."
"As ever you've been most efficient, thank you Major.
I'll leave you in peace for a while."
"Duly noted Chief.
Kusanagi out."
Whilst this convesration had been taking place Dr Mariner had retrieved
the form and placed it in front of me on his desk. Taking the pen he
was proffering; I signed the release.
"Commander, sergeant if you will both counter-sign this then we may
leave the good doctor in peace."
Sylia and Linna rose from their chairs; each signing in the space
provided. Finger prints wouldn't be a problem, since they were both
wearing thin black leather gloves.
"Now doctor, before the aforementioned hostile force comes to ruin your
building's paintwork and fittings; I suggest that I vacate the premises
rapidly.
Unless of course you have some reason you'd like me to stay."
Although he would dearly love to study this unique patient some more Dr
Mariner decided there were two reasons to quit whilst he was ahead.
Firstly; the man carried some serious authority and was clearly able to
over-ride anything he said and secondly he didn't much like the idea of
a group of an armed force invading the clinic.
"Even if I said no to you leaving, I don't suppose for one minute you'd
remain would you ?"
"Probably not doctor. Now I think we had best leave before you get
rather noisy uninvited guests.
Please give my regards to Ital; I hope he has recovered now."
I bowed and wished him goodbye.
"I bid you adieu doctor.
May we meet again in more favourable circumstances.
Domo arigato gozaimasu."
We sprinted down the corridors to the rear entrance, Linna in the lead,
Sylia just behind and me bringing up the rear; the kimono billowing out
behind after I'd pulled the obi undone. Linna didn't even pause for the
door she merely swatted it and it swung into the wall with a loud
crash. Sylia and I slowed up, exiting the building in a slightly more
conventual manner; just in time to see Linna's silhouetted form
disappearing into the tank.
"Where the hell did you get that from ?"
I exclaimed pointing to the tank.
"Don't ask."
Were Sylia's only words on the matter.
As we clambered on board the engine's noise steadily increased from a
quiet whisper to a high pitched whistling roar. Sylia cupped her hands
and shouted to me.
"Stand in the right hand turret hatchway and hang on tight; this thing
is rather quick."
"Thanks for the warning.",
I yelled, but she had already ducked inside and closed her hatch cover.
Sylia's warning about the speed was a little superfluous in my case I
thought; for I had ridden in a high speed tank before.
It was at Boscombe Down tank proving grounds about 1984; I had the
pleasure of being chauffeured around in a Scorpion {43} light tank at
about sixty kilometres per hour. Over an undulating course it would
shake most of the fillings from your teeth; over smooth ground it was
capable of almost eighty kilometres per hour. Both were an exhilarating
experience and tonight also ranked alongside them.
This model was a highly advanced development of the Scorpion with a gas
turbine power plant that would undoubtedly mean an increased
performance envelope.
There was a sudden lurch as the driver let off the brakes and spun it
round inside its length and headed for the main gate.
Barrelling down the driveway I heard a telltale <clump> or two as we
ran over some fence posts. Nearing the end of the drive I estimated we
were travelling at close on sixty-five kilometres per hour and wondered
how on earth we'd make the turn past the gate-house without
overturning. Clinging hard on the grab handles, we approached the
critical point; there was bright flare of light from the front left
side and another from below me on the right. In conjunction with the
light was a loud whistling sound; I was flung hard against the side of
the hatch's coaming as the tank slewed across the road.
Sparks flying up from the treads; tearing great chunks out of the road
surface as they scrabbled frantically for grip. I'd never seen anyone
drift a tank sideways through a bend before and felt fairly sure I
didn't want to do it again; I was rewarded with a collection of bruises
from when I slammed into the coaming.
After a while I ducked inside, pulling the hatch shut behind me. The
only intercom headset was being used by Sylia to talk to the driver who
was in a separate compartment and thus not visible. I sat down next to
Linna, but it was impossible to hold a conversation over the noise of
the engine; we gave up and put on ear defenders.
We both hung tightly onto the grab straps; if the tank hit anything at
this speed we would almost certainly be dead; airbags and seat-belts
weren't standard fitment in military vehicles; nor were comfortable
seats. I had the additional problem of keeping my head clear of any
conducting surface, which meant keeping my head still; not an easy task
in the wildly bucking tank.
The rest of the ride was a bit of an anticlimax after that.
There were one or two minor thrills as the tank became momentarily
airborne over some of the undulations; this also resulting in a bone
shaking crash as the suspension bottomed out on landing though.
I wondered if Sylia would be offering free dental care at the end of
the trip.
Normally the police would have been hot on tail of a tank being driven
at high speed through MegaTokyo, but I was sure that Major Kusanagi was
directing things so that we weren't troubled once.
Nearing out destination we slowed to about forty kilometres an hour and
crashed through something; I later found out it was metal railed fence;
before lurching to a bone jarring halt. Linna and I were grateful that
the roller coaster ride had terminated and the engine was now just
ticking over; the ear defenders were very effective at saving your
hearing, but oh boy were they hot.
"Okay, dismount." Sylia yelled whilst pulling off her headset.
We clambered out of the hatches just in time to see Priss swing into
the yard with the truck. Linna leapt down, landing lightly on her feet;
I took the more conventual approach by climbing down and took a quick
look at one of the ports from which the flares of light had come.
Interesting; a directed jet exhaust; there aren't many of these around
I thought.
"Come on, there's no time for sight seeing; get in the truck."
Sylia was still shouting; albeit a bit hoarsely.
"There's no need to shout you know."
Linna said calmly.
She spoke softer this time,
"Sorry, I've had to shout instructions most of the time."
Stepping into the truck I said to Sylia,
"Heh heh.
You know you'd make a great officer on the parade ground with a yell
like that.
By the way, who was the homicidal maniac driving ?"
She said nothing, but directed me towards a seat in the rear.
"That's rich coming from Captain Chaos."
Mackie quipped from the seat next to mine.
"Though that outfit is a bit hard on the eyes though."
"Tell me about; I feel like a neon street sign.
If it were blue, I think I could live with it, but the bright yellow
and white in such large quantities. Owww!"
Then the nuance of Mackie's response hit me.
"Oh hell, don't tell me you were driving the tank."
"Okay I won't, but you're bound to find out about it sometime."
He grinned.
"Argh! I thought I had the rights to bad jokes round here."
"Well, you did say not submerge the emotions."
"Okay, okay, guilty as charged.
Where the hell did you learn to drive a tank like that ?"
"Right every one buckle up; we're moving out."
Priss's hardsuit modulated tones came over the intercom.
Mackie and I were sat at the back of the trailer and next to the
auxiliary motor that supplied power for all the electronics.
The trailer was mostly in darkness with only a few low output red
lamps.
Submarines used the same technique to avoid light spilling out
revealing their presence. I suppose Sylia had adopted it, so when the
motoroids were deployed the launch position wasn't easily given away.
Mackie had to speak up as the general noise increased.
"Tell you when we're back at base.
It's not easy talking over this racket."
I nodded in agreement.
"Yes I'll go along with that."
******
<End of Part 2.12>
TO BE CONTINUED ....
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Footnotes:
{42} "Thank you very much" - A fairly formal reply showing due respect
to the other person(s).
{43} - Technofile corner (researched by Iain Patrick)
Scorpion Light Tank.
Combat weight 7.95 tons 8073kg
Speed 50 mph 80.5 kph
Armourment 7.62mm machine gun (3000 rounds)
76mm main gun
Range 400 miles 644 km
Vertical Obstacle 1ft 8" 0.5m
Trench Obstacle 6ft 9" 2.057m
Gradient 60 degrees
Power unit JAG J60 developing 190bhp (142kW) @ 4750rpm
Ground Pressure 5.12 psi 0.36 kg/sq. cm
Fully equipped for night vision.
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