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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 2 2007, 04:59 AM (2,170 Views) | |
| bionic4ever | Dec 2 2007, 04:59 AM Post #1 |
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I TALK TOO MUCH! LOL!
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Dead or Alive (* Special thanks to #1bionicfan for the idea for this story.) Chapter One Steve was completely suited up and minutes from boarding the Command Module for his second journey to Skylab when NASA's radio system went crazy, temporarily suspending the countdown. The U.S. Government Alert channel superseded anything else on the airwaves, so the crew had no choice but to wait...and listen. All units, government and domestic agencies, this is a Priority 1A. Be on the lookout for Jaime Lyn Sommers, female Caucasian, 28 years of age, five feet, ten inches, blonde hair, hazel eyes. Subject is to be immediately remanded to the custody of the National Security Bureau. While every effort must be taken to secure her alive, she is considered Extremely Dangerous and must be apprehended by whatever means become necessary. Steve had removed all of his equipment and was down to civilian clothes by the time the transmission had ended. As his stunned colleagues stared in disbelief, he broke every NASA protocol by announcing to everyone and no one in particular “Call in the alternate; I'm outta this one.” “Can he do that?” someone whispered. “He just did.” Indeed, Steve was already out of the building and commandeering a chopper from the hands of a junior officer who was too shocked to argue. The young man stood on the tarmac and shrugged at the approaching crowd of NASA engineers. Immediately upon leaving the ground, Steve got on the radio, tuning it to the OSI's frequency. “Russ, it's me,” he said tersely when Oscar's second-in-command answered the signal. “Get Oscar - now.” “Steve?” Oscar responded, obviously stressed beyond his limit, “aren't you mid-countdown?” “Mission's been scrubbed – for me, anyway. Oscar, where's Jaime? What's going on?” “You heard.” “Yeah, I heard – what the Hell?” Steve demanded. “Jack Hansen has a custodial warrant -” “Tell me the part I don't know! They practically said 'Wanted, Dead or Alive'!” “That part's in the print-out, Pal,” Oscar told him quietly. “What did she do?” “Steve....I don't think you should get involved -” “I AM involved, dammit! This is Jaime we're talking about! Tell me what's going on!” “Jaime came into my office this morning and handed me her resignation; she's left the OSI.” (....to be continued) |
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| soxs93 | Dec 2 2007, 07:00 PM Post #2 |
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So far so good. I'm liking it.
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| Tigerlily | Dec 2 2007, 08:10 PM Post #3 |
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Can't wait to read more b4e. |
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| 1#bionicfan | Dec 2 2007, 09:46 PM Post #4 |
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Bionic Ultra-Agent
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b4e, this is turning out great so far . thanks for writing this I have some ideas but I just can't write them . You bring my favorite bionic couple to life. If you get stuck let me know here. s |
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| bionic4ever | Dec 3 2007, 02:47 PM Post #5 |
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I TALK TOO MUCH! LOL!
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...“I AM involved, dammit! This is Jaime we're talking about! Tell me what's going on!” “Jaime came into my office this morning and handed me her resignation; she's left the OSI.” Steve knew as well as anyone that it wasn't that simple. You didn't choose to leave a life as an operative behind. Especially when it came to Jaime and himself; their bionics were considered 'government property' and they were prime targets for kidnapping, interrogation and a host of other ugly possibilities. “They wanna lock her away, don't they?” he guessed. “For her own safety, of course,” Oscar said ironically. “Oh, of course. Where is she?” “We...don't know, Pal.” “We have to find her before Hansen's penguins get to her! Where are you, right now?” “My office in L.A.” “I'll be there in a couple of hours,” Steve told him, kicking the chopper's speed up as high as it would go and heading for a nearby Air Force Base. “Oscar, can you get NASA to keep the fact that I'm not headed into space under wraps?” “I can try. Probably not for long, though.” “If you can buy me even half a day's time, it'll help. I have an idea....” “Steve, be careful.” “I'll see you soon.” - - - - - - When Steve approached OSI-LA, he swore to himself and kept on driving. The building was already swarming with NSB penguins, both inside and out. Quickly, he found the nearest payphone and dialed Oscar's secure red line. “Oscar Goldman speaking,” came the terse answer. “It's me. Are they in your office?” Steve asked. “They were. They've confiscated Jaime's personnel file and are in the process of locating and questioning everyone she may have contacted in the last 24 hours.” “Including me?” “You're on your way to Skylab, Colonel Austin,” Oscar told him. Steve sighed with relief. “Thank you; I can still pull this off, then. I need to talk to you; can you meet me in the back hangar at Edwards Air Base?” “I'll leave right now.” - - - - - - “Were you followed?” Steve asked anxiously when Oscar walked past the row of retired security planes to meet him. “They were fairly pre-occupied, and besides, they think I'm helping them,” Oscar said, eying the runaway astronaut carefully. “I'm guessing you know where Jaime might have gone?” Steve nodded. “Her parents' old vacation cabin; the goons will figure it out eventually, but it would buy her some time to think and regroup. Oscar, I know she's there.” “And you're probably right. Chris is already on his way up there.” “Chris Williams? Why?” “Pal, you know he and Jaime have been seeing each other....” “I don't care about that right now; he'll ruin everything if he gets there first! They're probably having him tailed, and he'll lead them straight to Jaime!” “I couldn't very well try to stop him -” “You could've had him jailed – temporarily, anyway,” Steve suggested, his mind already clicking into overdrive. “I'll just have to get there first. I need the fastest small plane you can get them to loan to you -” “To me? I can't fly a plane!” “Well, they aren't gonna sign one out to someone thousands of miles out in space, now, are they? Please, Oscar, just tell them whatever you can come up with and get me a plane.” Within the hour, Steve was in the air again, on his way to a tiny, deserted airstrip not far from the cabin. His instincts told him without any doubt that Jaime was there; he had to find her and convince her to leave with him before Williams (with the best of intentions) got her captured and locked away forever. - - - - - - |
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| Tigerlily | Dec 3 2007, 07:54 PM Post #6 |
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Oooh, I can't wait to see what Steve has in store for Jaime. |
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| 1#bionicfan | Dec 3 2007, 09:09 PM Post #7 |
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b4e, the story is going good so far kept chris as far a from Jaime as you can Steve might hurt chris . make this story as steamy as possile far our two bionic love birds. s |
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| bionic4ever | Dec 4 2007, 04:07 AM Post #8 |
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I TALK TOO MUCH! LOL!
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Chapter Two Jaime didn't have Steve's many years of negative experiences with the NSB and its tactics, so instead of feeling the same dread and terror that were gripping him by the throat, Jaime was angry – very, very angry. They can't do this to me, she fumed to herself as she paced the rustic wood floor of the cabin. A human being is NOT government property! I never asked for the 'gift' of bionics, and still I've repaid their investment at least a dozen times over in the last three years! I've done everything they've asked of me, and then some; I've risked my life more times than I can count! They have no right....! But....where am I supposed to go, where they won't find me? They wanna lock me up like some kind of animal on display in a zoo; I can't live like that – I WON'T live like that! Sure wish I had a phony passport, a couple million bucks....or something. Think, Jaime! There isn't a lot of time before they - Knock, knock-knock-knock. Jaime's heart skipped several beats. Had they found her already? It was too soon! Thinking fast, she ran to the back of the cabin, opened the window and took off in a dead run. Steve spotted her just as she was disappearing down the hill and into the woods. “Jaime?” he said, very softly, knowing her ear would still pick it up. She was already gone. Jaime heard the voice that sounded so much like Steve's, but he was probably docking with Skylab at that very moment, so she knew it was only wishful thinking. She could hear her own heart pounding wildly as she searched for an escape route. Coming up with nothing, she jumped straight into the air, grabbing an overhead branch and seating herself several stories up, on a forked branch of a huge tree. Steve took off after her at bionic speed, turning around just long enough to spot Chris's car as it roared up the long, narrow driveway. Steve paused briefly, to see what Williams would do. Chris ran up the front steps and pounded on the door of the cabin. When there was no answer, he began calling loudly to her. “Jaime? It's me – open the door, Honey!” Steve made it back to the front porch in record time. “What the hell are you doing?” he demanded. “Are you trying to get her caught?” “Steve? Aren't you supposed to be -” “Yeah, well, I'm not. And you aren't using your head.” Chris stared blankly at him. “Is Jaime here, or not?” “I don't know yet,” Steve lied. “If she is, she's not in the cabin. And she's smart enough not to come back here while you're shouting her name for the whole world – NSB included – to hear!” “I'll start looking, then,” Chris announced. Steve focused on the far end of the driveway, where several dark gray cars had just missed the nearly-hidden turn off. No doubt, they were turning around now to come back. “It's too late; they're here.” “Then I have to find her!” Steve grabbed Williams by the arm and dragged him back behind the cabin and into the woods – on the opposite side from where he knew Jaime had gone. “Look,” he said in a forceful whisper, “they already know you're here. You need to stay and stall them, for as long as you can. I'll find Jaime and get her to somewhere safe, until we can figure out our next move.” Preferably, without you, he added silently to himself. “No way, Austin. You distract them, and I'll find -” “They don't even think I'm on the planet right now; there's no better cover than that! Besides, I've known Jaime nearly her whole life. I know how she thinks, how her mind works. And at least I had enough sense not to drive a car right up to her hiding place!” God, what an idiot! Steve tried his best to swallow his anger and frustration, for Jaime's sake. “Chris, do you love her?” he asked softly. “I care about Jaime a lot....yes, I suppose I could love her.” “Well, I do love her, enough to want what's best for her, and right now, that means you're the one who has to buy her some time because I'm in a hell of a lot better position to get her outta here.” They could hear the cars screeching to a halt on the other side of the cabin; there was no more time to argue. Steve pushed back his urge to give Chris a good firm Texas Roundhouse and instead looked him straight in the eyes. “You need to do this – for Jaime.” He couldn't stop to make sure Williams would do as requested; Steve had only seconds to disappear into the woods before he'd be spotted, and he did exactly that. From her perch high in the tree, Jaime had heard the entire conversation, and hot, silent tears of confusion began streaming down her cheeks. Angrily, she brushed them away and continued to listen as the NSB penguins found Chris. “Where is she?” one of the penguins asked in a gruff voice. “Who?” “Don't be dumb. Where's Sommers?” “I don't know what you're talking about,” Williams insisted. “Who are you, anyway?” “William Parr, Deputy Director, National Security Bureau – and you're under arrest.” “It's against the law to commune with nature? That's really a shame. It's beautiful up here; don't you think so?” “I can have you thrown in the Hole until your memory improves...” Parr threatened. Up in the tree, Jaime's eyes grew wide. Without pausing to think about it, she jumped down, straight into a pair of waiting arms that grabbed her firmly around her waist as a hand snaked across her mouth, silencing her. - - - - - - |
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| 1#bionicfan | Dec 4 2007, 01:10 PM Post #9 |
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b4e, loving it so far please post more s |
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| Tigerlily | Dec 5 2007, 02:05 AM Post #10 |
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I'm loving it too! |
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| bionic4ever | Dec 6 2007, 12:05 AM Post #11 |
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Chapter Three Jaime struggled to break free, but the arm that restrained her was firm. She drew back her own right arm, for a firm elbow to her attacker's stomach, when a voice whispered very softly in her ear. “It's me, Jaime. It's ok; you're safe.” Jaime immediately stopped fighting, leaning back into arms that longed to hold her. Steve took his hand from her mouth the second she was calm. “I didn't mean to scare you,” he whispered, almost inaudibly. While he would've loved to stand there and comfort her, there was no time. “We have to get you outta here,” he told her, gently leading her away from the cabin. Jaime dug her feet into the ground, not moving. “But...they have Chris.” “You can't go back there. Chris can take care of himself.” “But -” The sound of gunshots not too far away halted her in mid-sentence and sent Steve into action mode. If Jaime was temporarily frozen with indecision or fear, he would have to choose for both of them. Without another word, he lifted her off of her feet and began to run. He didn't stop or look back until he reached the tiny airstrip where he'd left the plane. Jaime was too stunned to protest as Steve opened the door, set her down gently in the passenger seat and got them off the ground, seemingly in under a minute. Finally safe – at least temporarily – he turned to Jaime and smiled. “Hi there.” “Did you just....kidnap me?” she asked, still trying to sort it all out. “I guess you could put it that way. I'd prefer to call it spiriting you to safety. Or penguin avoidance; take your pick.” “Steve...what if they shot Chris?” Steve faced forward as he eased the aircraft up to full speed. “It's more likely they were shooting at you,” he said, very softly. “They've got the cops, Feds and probably even the Canadian Mounties looking for you.” “Why? I haven't done anything...!” “You ran; you bucked the system.” Jaime brushed away tears. “I can't live in a zoo – I won't!” “And that's why I'm here.” “What about Skylab?” “Been there already,” he answered simply. “Besides, you're a lot more important to me than any space mission.” Jaime stared down at her hands, unable to look at him. “I heard what you said to Chris.” Steve knew exactly which part of the conversation she meant. If she hadn't known before how he really felt about her, that he had never stopped loving her, she knew now. “I'm here as your friend, Jaime, nothing more,” he told her. “I just want you to be safe – and happy.” He was a little afraid of the answer, but he had to ask. “Are you happy...with Chris?” Jaime shrugged sadly. “Sort of.” “Sort of?” “Where are we going?” she requested, changing the subject. “Reach under your seat; there's a briefcase.” Jaime pulled it out and unsnapped the locks. “Steve...When...How?” Inside was a passport for each of them, under assumed names, several maps with unlabeled phone numbers written in the margins, and a large amount of cash, all in twenty and fifty dollar bills. “I've had this 'kit' for a long time now; at least two years.” “Why?” “I knew there might be a time when one – or both – of us needed to get away. Uncle Sam isn't too likely to understand that, but we aren't government property.” Jaime's eyes opened even wider as he echoed exactly the thoughts that she'd been having. She scarcely dared to breathe as she hung on Steve's every word. “You didn't ask for any of this,” he continued. “I made that choice for you, because I loved you so much that I couldn't stand to let you go.” Steve took a deep breath. “Now, I want you to be free. The choices are yours to make. I'll take you anywhere in the world you wanna go, and I'll help you get settled, then...it's up to you.” Fresh tears dotted Jaime's cheeks as she realized the extent of what Steve was doing for her. He was, in essence, giving up his own freedom (and the life that he knew) to try and give hers back to her. “If they wanted me enough to shoot...then you – you're in a lot of trouble, too.” “Yeah; I guess I will be. You let me worry about that later, though, ok?” “Steve...” “I have a place for us to stay tonight, in a little town just over the border from Montana -” “In Canada?” “Yeah. A contact of mine has a cabin up there, buried so deep in the woods that even a penguin can't sniff it out. We can rest there, refuel the plane and ourselves, and even stay a couple of days if you need time to make a decision.” Steve glanced over, saw Jaime's fear-stricken face and his heart ached for her. He reached over to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. “It's gonna be ok,” he said tenderly. “They won't find you. I won't let anyone hurt you, Sweetheart. I promise.” - - - - - - |
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| Tigerlily | Dec 6 2007, 12:26 AM Post #12 |
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Awww, I love this! |
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| soxs93 | Dec 6 2007, 12:44 AM Post #13 |
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Love it so far. Can't wait for the next chapter. |
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| messyhead | Dec 6 2007, 12:53 AM Post #14 |
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And that town in Canada would likely be Cardston, Alberta! That's where Fay Wray was born. |
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| bionic4ever | Dec 6 2007, 01:21 AM Post #15 |
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LOL - that was one of the little towns in my mini atlas! |
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