Chapter 38 of 'The Stranger on the Plane'

Posted by Brett and James Lambert from 209.5.179.14 on August 03, 1999 at 14:07:16:

Chapter 38 (written by Brett and James Lambert)

"Now what the hell are we supposed to be doing here in this damn hospital, fiddler?" Brett asked. The tone of his voice clearly irratated.

The Fiddler didn't answer. He continued to walk down the dark, cold hospital corridor, with his back turned to Brett.

"Uh, you know fiddler, what are we doing here? There's no point in being here. You're wasting my time. You're just screwing things up. You know, I'll just take your gun." And with that said, Brett pulled out his cougar magnum and shot him. He dropped his gun and fell back and crashed through a window. Brett looked down at the scene beneath him. The fiddler had fallen into a garbage truck, and the driver didn't seem to notice as he completed his final pickup and drove towards the Warsaw dump.

"Looks like I took out the trash," Brett said dryly as he picked up the fiddler's gun.

Brett heard footsteps approaching his direction.

"Whoever fired that shot must be here," Meg said. She opened the door in front of her and saw an empty corridor. The window at the end was completely broken. She ran over to the other end, blood was on the floor.

But where is the body? Meg thought to herself.

Meg clicked on her radio. "Jerico, we've got problems."

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"Ummm, excuse me, sir. Where are you going?" A doctor asked to a seemingly elderly man in hospital robes and clutching a cane. But it wasn't an old man. It was Brett Lambert in disguise.

"I'm taking a walk," Brett said in his best old man voice.

"Ah, you'll have check out sir."

"Check out, eh? Hmmm... let's see here... my name... my name is... Ah what the hell!" Brett whacked his cane on top of his head. The doctor was out cold.

Brett looked out the front entrance. He saw a few vans parked outside the hospital. He also saw Indiana Jerico, his one time partner, and a former good friend. Brett continued his disguise walking slowly through the hospital doors. His slow walking got in the way of Jerico, who was rushing in the hospital, in search of Meg.

"Out of my way, old man!" Jerico yelled as he pushed the eldery fossil out of his direction.

Finally the coast was clear and he ran towards James and the car.

"Hey, what's with the robes?" James inquired.

"I needed this to get out of the damn hospital! The place is crawling with Micah's agents! Head to the airport!"

"Where are we going?" James asked.

"To Switzerland. We have a studio there. You know, LambertFilm?" Brett said as he tossed the hospital garb out the window.

"Wow! LambertFilm? I didn't know we had a movie studio!" James said, swerving through traffic.

"We inherited it off our grandfather."

"How come I wasn't informed?" James questioned.

"You didn't ask," Brett said, weaving his fingers together.

"Hey, where's the fiddler? Did you pop him or something?"

"He had to take a dump," Brett answered in his best James Bond impersonation.

Brett pulled out his magnum and the fiddler's gun. After rolling down the window, he threw them into a roadside slew.

"Good thinking. We can't board a plane if we have those pieces." James said as he pulled up on the airport.

"Listen up James. Some of those crazy people still think we're after Valinor and Tessa. Hell, they think we're involved with the DWO. We don't care about Valinor. We don't care about Deirdre. And we sure don't care about finding Tessa. We only care about ourselves, right?"

"Of course, they're dissillusioned freaks! But, you should get on the phone with Aragorn. Tell him to stop putting on his good-boy disguise. Tell him he's coming with us to Switzerland." James said as he leafed through his wallet, looking at the phoney ID's and passports.

"Really? It's about time," Brett said as he activated the car phone.

"Hello," said a voice on the other end.

"Aragorn buddy! It's Brett! Listen, you can stop pretending that you're the good guy. We need you in Switzerland. Meet us at the airport. And be alone."

"Alright! I can finally be what I can be! But, uh.. I need to complete some unfinished business. Give me half an hour." Aragorn said.

"Of course, seeya buddy!" Brett said, turning the car phone off.

Exactly thirty minutes later, Aragorn arrived at the airport.

"Hey Brett! Hey James! Sorry about the tranqualizer thing..." Aragorn said.

"Don't worry about it. But what's with the butterball remark?" James asked.

"I'll tell you on the plane!" Aragorn said as they bought tickets and boarded on a plane to Switzerland.

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Waaaaiiiiit! Lambert brothers, Goodsport & everyone else concerned.(ignore my post below this & read this instead!) Deirdre Campbell 01:38:00 8/04/99 (8)
- Your answers, Deirdre. :) Goodsport 07:20:41 8/04/99 (7)
  - I apologize deeply. Deirdre 04:00:51 8/05/99 (1)
    - Just to clarify Micah 07:21:36 8/05/99 (0)
  - Re: Your answers, Deirdre. :) Indiana James (Lambert) 12:24:37 8/04/99 (4)
    - Indiana James... Goodsport 13:23:48 8/04/99 (3)
      - By all means yes! Indiana James (Lambert) 13:37:45 8/04/99 (2)
        
        Re: By all means yes! Goodsport 13:40:16 8/04/99 (1)
        
        Excellent! It's all falling into place! (nim) Indiana James (Lambert) 14:12:31 8/04/99 (0)
Hey kewl, so who's gonna write the next chapter?(nm) Deirdre 00:12:30 8/04/99 (0)

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: Chapter 38  (written by Brett and James Lambert)

: "Now what the hell are we supposed to be doing here in this damn hospital, fiddler?"  Brett asked.  The tone of his voice clearly irratated.

: The Fiddler didn't answer.  He continued to walk down the dark, cold hospital corridor, with his back turned to Brett.

: "Uh, you know fiddler, what are we doing here?  There's no point in being here.  You're wasting my time.  You're just screwing things up.  You know, I'll just take your gun."  And with that said, Brett pulled out his cougar magnum and shot him.  He dropped his gun and fell back and crashed through a window.  Brett looked down at the scene beneath him.  The fiddler had fallen into a garbage truck, and the driver didn't seem to notice as he completed his final pickup and drove towards the Warsaw dump.

: "Looks like I took out the trash," Brett said dryly as he picked up the fiddler's gun.

: Brett heard footsteps approaching his direction.

: "Whoever fired that shot must be here," Meg said.  She opened the door in front of her and saw an empty corridor.  The window at the end was completely broken.  She ran over to the other end, blood was on the floor.

: <i>But where is the body?</i>  Meg thought to herself.

: Meg clicked on her radio.  "Jerico, we've got problems."

: ======

: "Ummm, excuse me, sir.  Where are you going?"  A doctor asked to a seemingly elderly man in hospital robes and clutching a cane.  But it wasn't an old man.  It was Brett Lambert in disguise.

: "I'm taking a walk,"  Brett said in his best old man voice.

: "Ah, you'll have check out sir."

: "Check out, eh?  Hmmm... let's see here... my name... my name is... Ah what the hell!"  Brett whacked his cane on top of his head.  The doctor was out cold.

: Brett looked out the front entrance.  He saw a few vans parked outside the hospital.  He also saw Indiana Jerico, his one time partner, and a former good friend.  Brett continued his disguise walking slowly through the hospital doors.  His slow walking got in the way of Jerico, who was rushing in the hospital, in search of Meg.

: "Out of my way, old man!"  Jerico yelled as he pushed the eldery fossil out of his direction.

: Finally the coast was clear and he ran towards James and the car.

: "Hey, what's with the robes?"  James inquired.

: "I needed this to get out of the damn hospital!  The place is crawling with Micah's agents!  Head to the airport!"

: "Where are we going?"  James asked.

: "To Switzerland.  We have a studio there.  You know, LambertFilm?"  Brett said as he tossed the hospital garb out the window.

: "Wow!  LambertFilm?  I didn't know we had a movie studio!"  James said, swerving through traffic.

: "We inherited it off our grandfather."

: "How come I wasn't informed?"  James questioned.

: "You didn't ask,"  Brett said, weaving his fingers together.

: "Hey, where's the fiddler?  Did you pop him or something?"

: "He had to take a dump,"  Brett answered in his best James Bond impersonation.

: Brett pulled out his magnum and the fiddler's gun.  After rolling down the window, he threw them into a roadside slew.

: "Good thinking.  We can't board a plane if we have those pieces."  James said as he pulled up on the airport.

: "Listen up James.  Some of those crazy people still think we're after Valinor and Tessa.  Hell, they think we're involved with the DWO.  We don't care about Valinor.  We don't care about Deirdre.  And we sure don't care about finding Tessa.  We only care about ourselves, right?"

: "Of course, they're dissillusioned freaks!  But, you should get on the phone with Aragorn.  Tell him to stop putting on his good-boy disguise.  Tell him he's coming with us to Switzerland." James said as he leafed through his wallet, looking at the phoney ID's and passports.

: "Really?  It's about time,"  Brett said as he activated the car phone.

: "Hello,"  said a voice on the other end.

: "Aragorn buddy!  It's Brett!  Listen, you can stop pretending that you're the good guy.  We need you in Switzerland.  Meet us at the airport.  And be alone."

: "Alright!  I can finally be what I can be!  But, uh.. I need to complete some unfinished business.  Give me half an hour."  Aragorn  said.

: "Of course, seeya buddy!"  Brett said, turning the car phone off.

: Exactly thirty minutes later, Aragorn arrived at the airport.

: "Hey Brett!  Hey James!  Sorry about the tranqualizer thing..."  Aragorn said.

: "Don't worry about it.  But what's with the butterball remark?"  James asked.

: "I'll tell you on the plane!"  Aragorn said as they bought tickets and boarded on a plane to Switzerland.

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