Guys, add this to Chapter 33......

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Posted by Indiana Jerico from 192.169.39.66 on July 29, 1999 at 20:49:48:


Eherm...in answer to that "little" thing Deirdre added in Chapter 30, the great flashbulb of idea suddenly shone above me.

Also, in Chapter 32, there's a correction. I am NOT wearing a Wested. It's a black trenchcoat, like what Keanu Reeves wore in "The Matrix". Just thought I'd point that out.

Anyways, to my addition.....


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: Chapter 33 [Clash of the Titans] (Indiana James Lambert & Brett (Yasim) Lambert)

: Brett and James Lambert were being interrogated by Austin Powers and his groovy swinger shock troops while Aragon, Indy, Short Round, and Goodsport drove their convertible to the nearest hospital.
: "All right, you uptight squares! I want you to answer some groovy little questions for me so I can get back to my penthouse and shag with Felicity!" Austin Powers said to Brett and James.
: "Okay, who does number two work for?"
: "Huh?" Brett said with a confused look on his face.
: "Number two? Huh?" James mumbled.
: "Answer me!" Austin demanded.
: "Go spit!" James said, reciting one of his favorite lines from the Lethal Weapon movies.
: Before Austin could interrogate further, a loud explosion rocked the room. It destroyed an entire wall, and sent debris and dirt everywhere. Brett and James seized the opportunity and escaped out the wall. Behind them the shaky roof collapsed, knocking Austin and his troops unconcious.
: "Now I'm pissed, Brett. I'm pissed." James said to Brett, irritated.
: "Let's go get us some a--holes!" Brett said in pure Lethal Weapon fashion.
: Brett and James walked over to a Motorcycle equipped with a sidecar, just like Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. The two debated on who should drive.
: "I'm driving!" James yelled!
: "No, no! I'm driving!" Brett retaliated!
: The two finally decided that James would drive. Brett sat in the sidecar.
: "Now, which way do we go?" Asked Brett.
: "I don't know, I'm just making this up as I go. Wait! Look at that dirt road! Fresh with tire tracks!" James said enthusiastically as he revved the engine. The pair blazed at lightning speed to catch up with Aragorn and his associates.

: - - -

: Aragorn adjusted the rear view mirror. "What's that?" he yelled.
: Goodsport, Indy and Short Round turned around to see James and his brother gaining on them in a motorcycle.
: "Lamberts! Their persistence surprises even me!" Aragorn chided.
: James pulled up beside the car in a high-speed chase of death.
: "I gotta ask you a question," Brett yelled as he grabbed Short Round's arms, "how's your nose doing?"
: Indy grabbed Short Round's feet, trying to pull him back in the car. But Brett overpowered Indy as he pulled Short Round into the car with him. Brett grabbed the back of his head and slammed him into the surface of the sidecar.
: "Brett!" James yelled at him.
: "Huh?" Brett mumbled.
: "We can do this somewhere else. Besides, he's not going anywhere," James said with a twisted grin.
: The motorcycle went off the road and onto an old farmer's path.
: "We have to stop them!" Indy yelled.
: "No! We have to get Goodsport to the hospital before the bleeding gets any worse!" Aragorn commanded.

: - - -

: Brett and James stopped at a deserted barn. They tossed Short Round into the hay. He moaned in pain and shook in fear. Brett picked him up with one hand and set him down in a chair in the corner.
: "This is for kicking me in the stomach!" Brett yelled as he punched him hard in the gut. Shorty moaned in pain and fell off the chair.
: "Get up," James said as he pulled Shorty back on the chair.
: Brett and James then took turns giving Shorty a beating.
: "Ahh, my knuckles are sore!" James said, rubbing his hands.
: "Let's take five," Brett suggested.
: James tied Shorty to the chair, which was in turn tied to the wall.
: "You know, let's go a little easy on Short Round. He could make a good hostage, and we could get a lot of green," James said to Brett.
: "Yeah, that would be great! We could live on a tropical island with E.T. servants and beach parties with a whole bunch of chicks, and maybe we could get that Meg chick to come along," Brett said excitedly.
: They looked at Short Round, and each brother gave an evil grin in his direction.

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(addition)

The taxi driver announced that they've arrived at the hospital.
"Sir?" the taxi driver repeated in Polish. "We have arrived."
"Huh?" Jerico said, broken out of his revelrie. "Oh, sorry." He reached into his pocket and paid the fare. Then, he stepped out of the taxi and into the hospital door, roses in hand.

While he was on the elevator, his thoughts drifted again to the events which have transpired so far.
Who were those guys? he thought. Contrary to what Indy said, they were not the Spectres. Those were already disbanded by him and Aragorn a year ago. But Indy had been right. The people who attacked Aragorn and the others followed the same tactic, used the same guns, and dressed exactly like the Spectres. His mind drifted to a possible theory: what if the Spectre never disbanded in the first place? They were a group of mercenaries, who goes to the highest bidder. What if, after being suppressed a year ago under Nobody, they transferred to another group? Now he was definite: a third group is involved.
Then there was also the matter with Brett. He couldn't believe he did what he did. He'd known Brett for two years now, and he had learned to trust him, along with Aragorn and Micah and Michaelson. He still couldn't accept that he went with the bad guys, even if one of them was his brother. That's why he immediately left for the hospital without so much as a word to anyone. He can't trust himself not to do anything bad against Brett.
Then, as if noticing for the first time, he noticed a lump behind his back. He reached back and draw the thing out. It was the book written by Tolkien. He cursed. He had forgotten to tell the others about the developments he and Meg found! He made a mental note to tell them soon.

The elevator stopped on his floor and he stepped out. He looked at the numbers on the door and stopped into the one marked "214". He opened the door.
A doctor was taking notes at the foot of the bed. On the bed lay Meg, in white hospital garb. He smiled and approached the doctor.
"How is she?" He whispered in Polish.
"She's alright," the doctor answered. "The bullet passed clean through. She should rest, though."
"Can I talk to her?" Jerico whispered again.
"Sure," the doctor answered. "I will just check on her after a few hours."
Indiana Jerico thanked the doctor. He walked to the side of the bed and sat on a chair. He smiled at Meg, looking at her green eyes.
"You look gorgeous in white, have I ever told you that?" Indiana Jerico smiled. He brushed back a strand of hair from her face.
Meg smiled back. She looked a little pale, but otherwise fine. "You never told me anything." she said. "In fact, you never trusted me."
"I know, and I'm sorry," Jerico answered. "And to make it up to you, I got these. I know this is not much, but..."
He showed her the red roses he bought a while ago while on her way to the hospital.
Meg looked at them and her smile grew. "They're beautiful," she whispered.
"Yeah, well I was going to buy you a whole truckload of 'em, but I remembered Goodsport got my card." Jerico kidded.
Meg laughed, then she winced as the effort brought a kick of slight pain.
"Now, now don't exert yourself," Jerico said, holding her. "I see I'm gonna have to cut back on my jokes."
Meg smiled and lay deeper into the fluffy hospital bed and pillows. She looked at Jerico. For a minute, neither said anything.
"You were a fool to do that, you know," Jerico said. "Throwing yourself in front of me like that."
"Don't flatter yourself," Meg kidded in a whisper. "I tripped.
Jerico laughed, running his hand through her hair.
"So this is how the famous Indiana Jerico treats wounded allies?" Meg asked.
"You should see Aragorn," Jerico grinned. "He kisses the girls first and asks how they are later."
Meg looked at him in question. Jerico laughed. "I'm just kidding. And no, this is usually not how I treat wounded allies. We just usually visit them in the hospital and fill them in on the recent events and then leave."
"No checking up on their condition?" Meg asked. "no asking them how they are?"
"No," Jerico said.
"Cold," Meg said. "But why did you now?"
"I don't know," Jerico said.
"You know what they tell us in the academy about you two?" Meg asked. "That you're the best, but cold. Unfeeling for anything except the mission at hand. Especially you. Is that true?"
"I would not know," Jerico said. "What do you think?"
"At first, I hought they were right. Maybe I still do," Meg said. "Why do you act the way you do?"
Jerico sighed. "I make it a point not to care for anyone in the organization, except those close to me, like Aragorn and Michaelson and Micah and, until recently, Brett."
"Until recently?" Meg asked.
"I'll fill you in later," Jerico said.
"But why?" Meg asked. "Why can't you care for anyone else? Why can't you care for those who are new? Why can't you trust them?"
"I trust them," Jerico replied, a little defensively. "I just don't trust myself with them."
"With the women agents?" Meg asked.
Jerico nodded, looking down.
"Tell me," Meg said. "What happened?"
"Her name was Katarina," Jerico started, his voice low, as if he was talking to himself instead of to her. "A new agent. Aragorn was off for a vacation with his family, and she was to be my temporary partner. She was Russian, and she was sweet. There was something in her...I can't describe what, but I started to care."
Meg didn't interrupt. Jerico was looking out of the window, still sitting beside the bed.
"She was new, and I taught her what she needed to know. We became close...closer than what partners were allowed to be. We became lovers. Those were the greatest times of my life....greater even than my achievements in the agency. I never thought I'd care for anyone the way I cared for her."
Jerico sighed.
"One time, we were sent on a mission to infiltrate Nobody's penthouse and retrieve some important documents. It was her first big case. Everything was going fine, like oiled clockwork. We got to Nobody's safe. She was an expert on locks...electronic, tumbler, you name it. Breaking into that safe was supposed to be a breeze for her."
"But it didn't...?" Meg asked softly.
"Nobody added a tiny laser trip on the safe. Katarina was nervous as hell, and she didn't see it. She set off the alarm."
Jerico stopped. Meg didn't press him to go on, waiting for him to continue instead.
"We got the documents and we were running out of the room, when a side door opened and Nobody's men came barging in. A shootout occurred. I desperately looked for a way out, and I saw another way out. I took her hand and led her towards the doorway. Then I felt her scream and go limp."
Tears were on Jerico's eyes now, but he continued, choking on his words.
"She'd been hit in the leg. I looked at our exit and carried her to it. But she stopped me. And she pointed at the door. It was the kind that can only be closed and locked on the inside of the room. And then she looked at me, and she sadly smiled. I knew what she was thinking, but I do not want to. I told her that we'd get out together. Men were starting to come by the dozen into the room. She kissed me on the lips one last time and she whispered....she...loved me....and...and..."
Meg comforted him, telling him it's alright. Jerico wiped away his tears and continued.
"....she pushed me out of the room with so much force....I didn't think she had that much force....and she pushed long and hard on the button. A glass door started to slide into place. I ran and tried to get in, but it was too late. I started shooting on the glass door, but it was no use. Nobody had it bulletproofed. I cried at her to open the door and, thumping at it with my hands. But she just smiled, and I could never forget her blue eyes as she looked at me. We looked at each other, each on the other side separated only by inches of toughened glass. And then...I....I saw her eyes grow wide, and glaze as a bullet hit her on the back. I saw blood smudge the glass. And then another. And another. But she still looked at me, even as she started to slide against the glass door. I saw her die, Meg!! I saw her die, and I cannot do anything about it!! "
Jerico was crying uncontrollably, burying his face in the hospital covers. Meg reached out to him and cradled his head as the agent cried like a child.


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