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Posted by Indiana Jerico from proxy1.cbu.skyinet.net on July 21, 1999 at 23:59:15:

In Reply to: Chapter 11 of Tessa and the Stranger in the Plane posted by Indiana Jerico on July 21, 1999 at 23:06:11:

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: The plane was flying smoothly as Goodsport, Indiana Jerico, Short Round and their new-found acquaintance, Meg, were discussing what has happened.
: "What was the last Forum Novel that Tessa made?" Goodsport asked.
: "I forgot," Short Round said.
: "You forgot...?" Meg asked, looking at him iwth her green eyes.
: "Okay okay," Short ound mumbled. "So I didn't read 'em. Don't read much forum novels, y'know."
: "What about you, Jerico?" Meg asked, looking at Indiana Jerico.
: "Huh?" Jerico said, his thoughts interrupted. "Sorry....I was thinking. Listen, could you guys excuse me for a while?"
: "Sure," Goodsport said.
: Indiana Jerico stood up and walked towards the plane's washroom. Once inside, he locked up the door and got out his cellular phone. He dialed a number.
: "Lord of the Rings, Incorporated?" a lady's voice answered.
: "Faramir," Jerico said. It was a passcode.
: "Hold on a minute," the voice said. Silence. then, a man's voice.
: "Aragorn," the voice said.
: "Aragorn!" Indiana Jerico said. "Listen, I caught up with Goodsport. It seems he's fine. Can't say the same thing for Tessa, though. Have you any news about her?"
: "Wait, I'll check with Brett," Aragorn said. There was silence for a while.
: "Bad news, Jerico," Aragorn said. "This just came in! The plane Tessa was on crashed!"
: "Crashed?!" Jerico almost shouted. "Damn it! Survivors?"
: "Lemme check..." Aragron said. Silence. According to our sources, all but three died. Tessa's body wasn't one of the dead."
: "Thank God," Jerico said. "Waitaminit....you said three??? What about the other two?"
: "Brett's checking the identities of the dead for any members of the Dark World Order," Aragorn said. "Wait.....nothing. It might have been a freak accident or..."
: "...or the plane was sabotaged, and the terrorists escaped." Jerico finished. "Tessa's still in danger."
: "Listen, Jerico," Aragorn said. "Michaelson asked me to go with you on this one."
: "Michaelson asked you???" Jerico repeated. Michaelson was their group's Chief Operations Officer. He was a retired five-star general, and then was recruited to head their group.
: "Yes," Aragorn confirmed. "Micah ordered it himself. This one's heavy, Jerico."
: Micah, Jerico thought, rubbing his temple. Now the main man himself asked it.
: "Okay," Jerico said. "Meet us at Poland."
: "Confirmed," Aragorn said.
: "Transmission end," Jerico said. Then, he hung up. Great, he thought. Time to save the world again.
: He got up and opened the washroom door and walked to the group. Things were getting mighty interesting.

(continuation of chapter 11)

When Indiana Jerico took his seat, everyone stopped talking and looked at him.
"What took you so long?" Goodsport asked.
"I was calling my group," Jerico answered. "Checking if something new cropped up."
"And?" They asked.
"Bad news," Jerico answered. "Tessa's plane crashed."
"CRASHED?!" the other three shouted. The other passengers looked in on their direction. Short Round immediately blurted out. "Y'mean t' tell me our computer's CRASHED?!"
The other passengers heaved a sigh of relief as they looked forward again. So did their group.
"Keep it low!" Jerico hissed. "Anyway, Tessa's alive."
"Thank God," Meg said.
"You haven't told us your story," Jerico asked, looking at her suspiciously for the first time. His eyes wandered to her green eyes and stayed there.
"Micah," Meg answered simply.
Jerico groaned.
"Micah?" Goodsport and Short Round asked in unison. "The Indyfan.com's webmaster?"
"Micah's the head of our organization," Jerico explained. He turned to Meg. "Why is it something's telling me Micah's getting fidgety?"
"You would be if your own website's being breached by your own enemies," Meg answered.
"Wow," Short Round's eyes gleamed. "I never thought Indyfan's gonna be like this! Thank God for Web-search engines!"
Goodsport groaned. "And here I thought we're only discussing 'all things Indy'."
"I don't think I've seen you in our organization," Jerico asked Meg, still suspicious. "And I don't know you till now."
"But I know you," Meg answered. "And Aragorn. Hot-shot agents? And Brett, the computer-hacker extraordinaire. I've read all your files. Actually, all of you are conversation topics in the academy."
"Academy???" Jerico asked.
"Micah recruits new agents," Meg smiled. "I happen to be the top of my class. Marksman. Number one in espionage. Fluent in over twenty languages."
Goodsdort whistled.
"I hope that was for my achievements, and not for flirting," Meg smiled at Goodsport. "I'm also top in my self-defense class."
"Uh, that was for achievements," Goodsport answered hastily.
"I don't trust you just yet," Jerico said. "I'm keeping my eye on you."
"And I'm keeping my green eyes on you," Meg replied.
Jerico looked out of the window, cutting off the conversation.


Malaysia. At the top of the highest building was a restricted penthouse.
And in it sat the world's most devious man. His face was never seen. Only his voice was heard.
Right now, Deirdre was standing in front of his desk. All she could see was the back of a large executive reclining chair. The leather smelled of expensive Italian. An arm was seen resting on its armrests. A hand holding a cigar and a ring of pure gold with a large diamond on its fingers.
"News?" a deep voice asked.
"I send James Lambert after her, Sir," Deirdre said. "He and the Fiddler is going to Poland."
"See to it that they won't fail this time, Deirdre," the man said. "Else I will have your head too.
"Yes Sir," Deirdre answered.
"Dismissed." The man waved.



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