The twins & ODS meet
Disclaimer: The characters of Billy Collins, Michael Dorset, Casey Malick, Rick Martinez, HJ Higgins, Adele Ferrer, and Fay Carson are not mine and are the property of Chaos, Rat Productions, 20th Century Fox and CBS Television. This is speculative and fan fiction for the purposes of entertainment of Live Journal members only, and I am not receiving any compensation or consideration for this work. All plot situations and additional characters are mine and purely fictional; any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Word Count: 1447
Rating: G
Summary: The team makes its escape while the ODS team gets their first full dose of the twins’ personalities and views of the world.
They packed everything up and policed the area to remove any evidence of their presence. Cobra and Bear pulled out their binoculars and scanned the area around the air field. In whispers, they reported, “Nothing out of the ordinary. Guards by the hangars…not doing a very good job…no patrols.”
“We’ll go in by the gate nearest the jet then,” Colt said. They moved out, and soon, they were approaching the jet. “Hawk, we’re about 8 meters away from the jet,” Colt reported over her implant.
“Spotted you…right on schedule. I’m running up the engines in preparation for take-off and turning the boarding side toward you. You’ll have to move fast,” Hawk responded.
Bear handed his rifle to Malick and picked up the twins. They crouched and waited until Hawk had completed his turn. As soon as the door opened and the boarding steps dropped, they ran to the plane. Colt grabbed Ben, and Bear climbed with Mary in his arms, followed by Colt. They turned and offered hands to pull the others in. “Buckle up, everyone!” Colt yelled as she made her way to the cockpit. Hawk moved to the co-pilot’s seat and finished his final systems check. “Ready, tower,” he said. Colt taxied the jet to the runway, revved the engines, and took off when she got clearance.
When they were airborne, Hawk turned on the jet’s radar and began sweeping the area around them. Colt assumed altitude and set the course for Japan. “Four O’Clock Low…two jets coming up fast,” Hawk said. Colt nodded and held course. Over the radio, voices spoke to them in Chinese. Colt translated, “Confirm your heading and course…November Tango Oscar eight niner zero. We are looking for fugitives. What’s your business?”
Hawk answered in English, “Sorry…I don’t speak Chinese. We’re chartered for the Sony Corporation. I’ve been called to Japan to ferry some executive to a meeting. How can I help you?”
In English, “November Tango Oscar eight niner zero…why were you leaving Haizhu?”
“I was chartered to bring Sony’s British sales team to a conference in Hong Kong. We developed engine trouble and had to land in Haizhu. Repairs are completed, and I’ve been called to Japan,” Hawk responded.
“Is your sales team on board?”
“No, another corporate jet from Apple Corporation picked them up and took them to Hong Kong. They’re flying back to the US with them and then on to the UK,” Hawk responded. There was a long silence, and then, the voice said, “Thank you November Tango Oscar eight niner zero…have a good flight.”
Colt looked at Hawk, “They were checking our cover story. They gone yet?” Hawk shook his head, “No, they’re continuing to tail us.”
“No problem…we filed our flight plan. We’ll just maintain course and heading,” Colt said. Fifteen minutes later, the jets veered off. Colt sighed with relief, “She’s yours now, Hawk. Call me if anything looks suspicious.” Hawk nodded and assumed the pilot’s seat after Colt headed back into the passenger section.
Colt settled in a seat and called Billy, “Honey? We’re in the air. Tell the CIA pilot to watch himself…we were tailed by two jets, allegedly looking for fugitives. It clearly was Li Qwon’s private fleet.”
“OK, honey. We’ve got a flight plan that takes them over the Pacific into international waters fairly quickly. We’ve briefed the pilot. He’s prepared. We may change your course to back them up if there’s trouble. How are the twins?” Colt grinned, “It’s an adventure to them…they’re in spy mode. They were great during the getaway. Hang on…”
Colt pulled out the iPod-like device and handed it to Mary, “Want to talk to Daddy?” She put the earpieces in for Mary and nodded. Mary said, “Daddy?” “Hey, munchkin! Mummy tells me you’re turning into spies!” Billy said. Mary smiled, “Well, we were the package at the end. Uncle Bear carried us to the plane. Uh…Daddy, I’m not a munchkin anymore…I’m a big girl now,” Mary said. Billy chuckled, “OK, Mary. I’ll see you when you get back. Can I talk to Ben?”
Mary handed Ben the earpieces, and he put them in his ears and spoke, “Daddy? We’re real spies! On our way home now.” Billy said, “I know, little guy! I’m really proud of you; Mummy says you handled yourselves like pros…real spies!” Ben grinned, “I can’t wait to tell you all about it, Daddy. We’ll be home soon.”
“I can’t wait to hear about it…can you put Mummy on?”
Ben handed the device and earpieces back to Colt. Colt smiled, “We’re all fine, honey.” Billy said, “I love you, sweetheart…can’t wait to see you.”
“Love you, too, honey. Get some rest. We’ll call when we leave Japan,” she responded.
Martinez and Cobra brought everyone meals and drinks, “We’re pretty well stocked back there. Just reheat and go!” Cobra said. Colt grinned and looked at Dorset, “Thanks.” Dorset smiled, “Our pleasure. We’ll break out the champagne when we’re over international waters.”
Ben perked up, “What champagne? Can we have some?” Dorset smiled, “No, champagne is for people over 21. You get something even better.”
“What?” Mary asked, clearly suspicious that this was another adult con game. Dorset grinned and leaned forward conspiratorially, “Sparkling apple cider…looks like champagne but tastes better and is totally legal. And even better…more bubbles.”
Mary grinned, “Really?”
Dorset, Malick, and Martinez nodded gravely and said together, “Yes, really.”
Martinez said, “We could only find one small bottle in the duty store. Only one! And it was too small for everyone…so, we adults have to settle for champagne, since we wanted you to have the sparkling apple cider after being kidnapped and all.”
Mary beamed, and Ben said, “It’s a con, Mary. They’re just trying to make us feel better because we can’t drink alcohol…grown-ups don’t want us being silly like they get when they have alcohol.” While the ODS team looked at each other in amazement, Mary said, “I know, Ben. But it’s polite to let them feel good about conning us…and to pretend to go along. Makes them feel better.”
Bear and Cobra laughed uproariously at the consternation on the faces of the ODS team. Malick leaned over to Colt, whispering, “Is it like this at home…all the time?” Colt nodded, “Yeah. They’ve got both our instincts…we can’t put anything past them. So, we just tell them the truth.”
Malick’s eyebrows flew up in surprise, “What about Santa Claus?”
“Figured that out when they were two,” Colt said.
Malick leaned back and said loudly, “Damn!” which earned him a disapproving look from Mary and Ben. “Sorry,” Malick said to them. Soon, the twins were dozing after eating.
Billy called them and reported, “The CIA jet encountered no problems. They’re over international waters now.” Hawk’s voice came over the speaker, “We’ll be over international waters in twenty minutes.” Colt relieved Hawk so he could eat, and the twins woke when he finished his meal.
Hawk grinned, “Want to join me in a glass of sparkling apple cider?”
Mary asked, “You’re not having champagne?”
Hawk shook his head, “Nope. I’m flying the jet…drinking’s not allowed for pilots when they’re flying.”
Ben nodded, “OK, I’ll have some with you.” Dorset brought out champagne flutes and filled them for the twins and Hawk. The three of them toasted each other and drank. Hawk drained his glass and rose, saying, “Got to get back to the cockpit. Thanks, guys.”
Ben burped, and Hawk grinned and burped back at him. Mary looked thoroughly disgusted as her brother and Hawk grinned at each other. When Colt returned, Dorset broke out the champagne, served everyone, and refilled the twins’ glasses with sparkling cider. After the adults toasted each other, Ben held his glass up to Cobra’s, “Well, they do look alike.”
“Vindicated at last,” Dorset said.
Ben looked at him quizzically, “Vintidicated?”
“Vindicated…means I was proven right,” Dorset said.
“Oh. Well, you were right that they look alike. Until I’m old enough to taste champagne, I won’t know if it really tastes better,” Ben said. He held his glass next to Dorset’s, “Looks like they have about the same number of bubbles.”
Dorset studied the two glasses, “Nope…see? My bubbles are disappearing faster than yours…and now, there’s less.”
Ben peered at both glasses intently, “Yeah…I guess you’re right.”
Mary shrugged and sipped her sparkling cider, “Men! You’re so interested in the most boring things sometimes. Who cares who has more bubbles…or the biggest burps?” The men tried to keep straight faces.
Then, Mary burped. Cobra raised his eyebrow at her. She blushed, “Well, girls burp, too. But at least we don’t make it a game to see who wins!”
“True,” Dorset said, “That’s one of your charms.” Mary smiled at him and continued sipping her sparkling cider in silence.
Word Count: 1447
Rating: G
Summary: The team makes its escape while the ODS team gets their first full dose of the twins’ personalities and views of the world.
They packed everything up and policed the area to remove any evidence of their presence. Cobra and Bear pulled out their binoculars and scanned the area around the air field. In whispers, they reported, “Nothing out of the ordinary. Guards by the hangars…not doing a very good job…no patrols.”
“We’ll go in by the gate nearest the jet then,” Colt said. They moved out, and soon, they were approaching the jet. “Hawk, we’re about 8 meters away from the jet,” Colt reported over her implant.
“Spotted you…right on schedule. I’m running up the engines in preparation for take-off and turning the boarding side toward you. You’ll have to move fast,” Hawk responded.
Bear handed his rifle to Malick and picked up the twins. They crouched and waited until Hawk had completed his turn. As soon as the door opened and the boarding steps dropped, they ran to the plane. Colt grabbed Ben, and Bear climbed with Mary in his arms, followed by Colt. They turned and offered hands to pull the others in. “Buckle up, everyone!” Colt yelled as she made her way to the cockpit. Hawk moved to the co-pilot’s seat and finished his final systems check. “Ready, tower,” he said. Colt taxied the jet to the runway, revved the engines, and took off when she got clearance.
When they were airborne, Hawk turned on the jet’s radar and began sweeping the area around them. Colt assumed altitude and set the course for Japan. “Four O’Clock Low…two jets coming up fast,” Hawk said. Colt nodded and held course. Over the radio, voices spoke to them in Chinese. Colt translated, “Confirm your heading and course…November Tango Oscar eight niner zero. We are looking for fugitives. What’s your business?”
Hawk answered in English, “Sorry…I don’t speak Chinese. We’re chartered for the Sony Corporation. I’ve been called to Japan to ferry some executive to a meeting. How can I help you?”
In English, “November Tango Oscar eight niner zero…why were you leaving Haizhu?”
“I was chartered to bring Sony’s British sales team to a conference in Hong Kong. We developed engine trouble and had to land in Haizhu. Repairs are completed, and I’ve been called to Japan,” Hawk responded.
“Is your sales team on board?”
“No, another corporate jet from Apple Corporation picked them up and took them to Hong Kong. They’re flying back to the US with them and then on to the UK,” Hawk responded. There was a long silence, and then, the voice said, “Thank you November Tango Oscar eight niner zero…have a good flight.”
Colt looked at Hawk, “They were checking our cover story. They gone yet?” Hawk shook his head, “No, they’re continuing to tail us.”
“No problem…we filed our flight plan. We’ll just maintain course and heading,” Colt said. Fifteen minutes later, the jets veered off. Colt sighed with relief, “She’s yours now, Hawk. Call me if anything looks suspicious.” Hawk nodded and assumed the pilot’s seat after Colt headed back into the passenger section.
Colt settled in a seat and called Billy, “Honey? We’re in the air. Tell the CIA pilot to watch himself…we were tailed by two jets, allegedly looking for fugitives. It clearly was Li Qwon’s private fleet.”
“OK, honey. We’ve got a flight plan that takes them over the Pacific into international waters fairly quickly. We’ve briefed the pilot. He’s prepared. We may change your course to back them up if there’s trouble. How are the twins?” Colt grinned, “It’s an adventure to them…they’re in spy mode. They were great during the getaway. Hang on…”
Colt pulled out the iPod-like device and handed it to Mary, “Want to talk to Daddy?” She put the earpieces in for Mary and nodded. Mary said, “Daddy?” “Hey, munchkin! Mummy tells me you’re turning into spies!” Billy said. Mary smiled, “Well, we were the package at the end. Uncle Bear carried us to the plane. Uh…Daddy, I’m not a munchkin anymore…I’m a big girl now,” Mary said. Billy chuckled, “OK, Mary. I’ll see you when you get back. Can I talk to Ben?”
Mary handed Ben the earpieces, and he put them in his ears and spoke, “Daddy? We’re real spies! On our way home now.” Billy said, “I know, little guy! I’m really proud of you; Mummy says you handled yourselves like pros…real spies!” Ben grinned, “I can’t wait to tell you all about it, Daddy. We’ll be home soon.”
“I can’t wait to hear about it…can you put Mummy on?”
Ben handed the device and earpieces back to Colt. Colt smiled, “We’re all fine, honey.” Billy said, “I love you, sweetheart…can’t wait to see you.”
“Love you, too, honey. Get some rest. We’ll call when we leave Japan,” she responded.
Martinez and Cobra brought everyone meals and drinks, “We’re pretty well stocked back there. Just reheat and go!” Cobra said. Colt grinned and looked at Dorset, “Thanks.” Dorset smiled, “Our pleasure. We’ll break out the champagne when we’re over international waters.”
Ben perked up, “What champagne? Can we have some?” Dorset smiled, “No, champagne is for people over 21. You get something even better.”
“What?” Mary asked, clearly suspicious that this was another adult con game. Dorset grinned and leaned forward conspiratorially, “Sparkling apple cider…looks like champagne but tastes better and is totally legal. And even better…more bubbles.”
Mary grinned, “Really?”
Dorset, Malick, and Martinez nodded gravely and said together, “Yes, really.”
Martinez said, “We could only find one small bottle in the duty store. Only one! And it was too small for everyone…so, we adults have to settle for champagne, since we wanted you to have the sparkling apple cider after being kidnapped and all.”
Mary beamed, and Ben said, “It’s a con, Mary. They’re just trying to make us feel better because we can’t drink alcohol…grown-ups don’t want us being silly like they get when they have alcohol.” While the ODS team looked at each other in amazement, Mary said, “I know, Ben. But it’s polite to let them feel good about conning us…and to pretend to go along. Makes them feel better.”
Bear and Cobra laughed uproariously at the consternation on the faces of the ODS team. Malick leaned over to Colt, whispering, “Is it like this at home…all the time?” Colt nodded, “Yeah. They’ve got both our instincts…we can’t put anything past them. So, we just tell them the truth.”
Malick’s eyebrows flew up in surprise, “What about Santa Claus?”
“Figured that out when they were two,” Colt said.
Malick leaned back and said loudly, “Damn!” which earned him a disapproving look from Mary and Ben. “Sorry,” Malick said to them. Soon, the twins were dozing after eating.
Billy called them and reported, “The CIA jet encountered no problems. They’re over international waters now.” Hawk’s voice came over the speaker, “We’ll be over international waters in twenty minutes.” Colt relieved Hawk so he could eat, and the twins woke when he finished his meal.
Hawk grinned, “Want to join me in a glass of sparkling apple cider?”
Mary asked, “You’re not having champagne?”
Hawk shook his head, “Nope. I’m flying the jet…drinking’s not allowed for pilots when they’re flying.”
Ben nodded, “OK, I’ll have some with you.” Dorset brought out champagne flutes and filled them for the twins and Hawk. The three of them toasted each other and drank. Hawk drained his glass and rose, saying, “Got to get back to the cockpit. Thanks, guys.”
Ben burped, and Hawk grinned and burped back at him. Mary looked thoroughly disgusted as her brother and Hawk grinned at each other. When Colt returned, Dorset broke out the champagne, served everyone, and refilled the twins’ glasses with sparkling cider. After the adults toasted each other, Ben held his glass up to Cobra’s, “Well, they do look alike.”
“Vindicated at last,” Dorset said.
Ben looked at him quizzically, “Vintidicated?”
“Vindicated…means I was proven right,” Dorset said.
“Oh. Well, you were right that they look alike. Until I’m old enough to taste champagne, I won’t know if it really tastes better,” Ben said. He held his glass next to Dorset’s, “Looks like they have about the same number of bubbles.”
Dorset studied the two glasses, “Nope…see? My bubbles are disappearing faster than yours…and now, there’s less.”
Ben peered at both glasses intently, “Yeah…I guess you’re right.”
Mary shrugged and sipped her sparkling cider, “Men! You’re so interested in the most boring things sometimes. Who cares who has more bubbles…or the biggest burps?” The men tried to keep straight faces.
Then, Mary burped. Cobra raised his eyebrow at her. She blushed, “Well, girls burp, too. But at least we don’t make it a game to see who wins!”
“True,” Dorset said, “That’s one of your charms.” Mary smiled at him and continued sipping her sparkling cider in silence.