Thanks to Hazel Kohler – with some help from Mary J. Rudy – who had graciously
offered to be my beta reader and had proof-read this story. This is this chapter revised version.
C.B.)
Chapter 6
The escape capsule had miraculously stopped
at the very edge of the cliff toward which it had been heading when Destiny lost
control of it. When the French
Angel pilot regained her senses, under the tender care of Captain Ochre, she
realized how close they had all been to death. The capsule had lost its hovers, wings, and tail. Many
windows had been shattered, as well as the windshield, and one side of the cabin
was ripped open, tearing out the access door in the process. They all had lost
consciousness at one point or the other, and Ochre had been the first to come
out of it. His first priority had
been to check on his colleagues.
Destiny had a very light concussion and, like him, some cuts and bruises. Nothing really serious and he had proof
of it when she regained consciousness shortly after he did. Captain Grey was less lucky. He was still unconscious long after his
colleagues had come back to life.
Aside from a bad concussion, his right leg was broken and he had a very nasty
bruise on his right side. Fractured
ribs, Destiny thought.
In the emergency cabinet, there was a first
aid kit, some food, warm clothing, blankets, and other items to provide for
their comfort and needs. UEA had
included a dozen standard-issue yellow coats too. Since none of the survivors had brought Spectrum issue winter
clothing in their luggage, the coats were distributed around. Destiny attended to Grey, strapping his
chest and waist and splinting his leg.
She then gave him an anti-tetanus injection and covered him with a
blanket to keep him warm.
Meanwhile, Captain Ochre used one of the other blankets to cover up the hole in
the side of the cabin, so the falling snow, wind and cold would not enter the
capsule. Then he went outside to evaluate the situation and installed some
emergency flares all around the capsule.
He sent up a flare and then went exploring their surroundings, keeping the
capsule in sight, not wanting to get lost in all that snow.
While he was gone, Destiny heated up a
alcohol stove also taken from the cabinet and put a pot filled with snow on it,
with the intention of making some strong hot coffee. Then, with Ochre returning to the cabin, she kept a close
watch over their wounded, still unconscious, comrade.
Grey regained his senses an hour later,
during which time Ochre had gone out again, to check on the weather. He tried to get up from where he was
lying, but Destiny gently pushed him back. The pain overwhelmed him and he went
very pale.
“Lie still,” the Angel pilot told him.
She shook her head, smiling gently. “You have a broken leg and some broken ribs. You’ll be all right if you keep quiet.”
“We’re down?” he asked her, his voice
filled with pain but still coherent.
“Yes, we have made it.”
Grey smiled faintly. “You really are a
great pilot, Destiny.” He frowned. “Where’s Ochre?”
At that moment, Captain Ochre pushed the
blanket aside to enter the capsule. He saw Grey awake, and crouched down next to
him. He seemed relieved.
“You’re finished with your beauty sleep,
chum?” I was worried about you.”
Grey nodded to him. “Was I out long?”
“Longer than Destiny or me,” Ochre told
him. “Two hours or so. You got a big bump on your head. Must have hit it pretty hard.”
“Yeah, I suppose I did…” Grey paused a
second. “I’m sorry about your friend Torey, Rick.”
Ochre shook his head. “What happened to
him, Brad? I guess he was thrown
out as we crashed, through that hole in the side, but… I didn’t see any sign of his body outside.”
“You wouldn’t,” Grey informed him. “Shortly before the capsule ejected, he
went down to the baggage hold…
Figured he had a responsibility to help Scarlet out…”
“The fool,” Ochre murmured. Destiny gave
him a cup of coffee and he nodded his thanks to her. “It’s quite cold outside,”
he said. “We better keep inside here, and keep ourselves warm with that stuff.
Want some, Grey?”
“Don’t feel like it now. Maybe later. What about the jet?
Did it land okay?”
Ochre looked gloomily at his fellow
officer. “The jet crashed,” he
answered. “Literally pulverised
itself, as it hit the ground. It
didn’t explode, but… I don’t think
Jim could have made it.”
“And Scarlet?”
Ochre shook his head. “No sign of him yet.”
“He’ll be back,” Grey said with a sigh.
“He has survived, I’m sure.”
“Well, in the meantime, we’ll have to
concentrate on our own survival,” Ochre replied. “We must contact Spectrum to
tell them what happened so they can pick us up.”
“The radio’s still dead?” Grey asked.
“It would be now even if it wasn’t before
the crash.”
“And the radiocaps?”
“Yours has disappeared, and mine was
destroyed… And Destiny’s
communicator won’t work. We tried.”
“Why, I wonder…” Grey said, musing.
“We’re surrounded by mountains. And there are still these electrical
storms overhead. Could be causing
interference.”
“Or it is the Mysterons interfering?”
“Hey, they tried to kill us. We’re still alive, aren’t we?”
“For how long?” Destiny noted. “We’re out
in these mountains, there’s a blizzard, and we have food for only three days.”
“It’s still snowing, yes, but the wind has
dropped,” Ochre responded. “And I
rigged some emergency flares. If we
keep them from being snowed in, somebody is bound to see them and then we’ll be
found. Sooner or later.”
“Hope it won’t be TOO much later.”
The very distinctive English voice that had
uttered these words came from the breach in the side of the cabin. All three Spectrum agents turned that
way. They were amazed to see
Captain Scarlet, who had just pushed the blanket aside to get in, standing there
looking at them. Incredibly, he
didn’t have a mark on his body, but his dishevelled hair and the sad state of
his uniform told them instantly he had been through a trying time. He looked
tired, and cold too, all covered with snow as he was; he was trying to keep from
shivering, but was doing a bad job of it with his reddened hands. Destiny took
one of the remaining coats and went to put it round his shoulders. There was
gratitude on his face when he looked her in the eyes. “Are you all right?” she
asked him.
“Yes, thanks.” He shrugged.
“Retrometabolism may work wonders for injuries, but I’m afraid it’s
rather useless against the cold.
I’m just about frozen.”
“You look like it,” Ochre agreed. “Come and
get some coffee. You need it.”
“Thanks for the invitation,” Scarlet said,
putting on the coat and approaching. He looked down at Grey, who was looking at
him, smiling faintly.
“Hey, sport,” the wounded man said. “Knew
you would make it…”
“How’s it hanging, Grey?” Scarlet asked
him, using one of Grey’s favourite expressions.
“He has a broken leg,” Destiny explained,
pouring a cup of coffee. “A few
cracked ribs… and a mean concussion.”
“I’ll be all right when we get back to
civilisation,” Grey added.
Destiny came back to Scarlet and handed him
the cup, which he took greedily between his hands, grazing hers as he did.
She shook her head. “You weren’t kidding earlier.
Your hands are frozen.”
“Not quite,” he said with a smile. “But it
feels like it. I’ll be all right in
a few minutes.”
“I knew you’d survive that crash, Scarlet,”
Ochre said, “but I didn’t count on you finding us so quickly.”
Scarlet took a sip of coffee. “The wreckage of the jet is up on top of
a cliff,” he explained. “Not far
actually, about half an hour on foot from here, all downhill. I saw your emergency lights and the
flare you sent up. I just headed
this way.” He looked straight at
Ochre. “Your friend, Torey…”
“He’s dead?”
Scarlet nodded. “When I came to, I had a
look around the baggage hold to see if there was anything useful in there. Torey was there. Sorry.”
“He wanted to help you out,” Ochre sighed.
“Guess we should have explained to him that he was likely to die where you would
survive.”
“Were you close friends?”
“I don’t have many close friends, Captain.
Guess Jim was as close as it gets. He was the one who taught me to fly.”
Scarlet nodded. In spite of Ochre’s apparent coolness, Scarlet could see he
was saddened by his friend’s demise.
He kept to himself in what sorry state he had found Commander Torey’s body, all
broken, bloody and smashed, the baggage spread all over him. It wouldn’t do Ochre any good to hear
about that.
“So,” Ochre asked him, clearing his throat,
“did you find anything useful?”
Scarlet nodded again. He gave his cup to Destiny and went back
to the breach he had come through earlier.
He had put next to it a heavy black backpack he had brought back from the
wrecked jet.
“I think I may have found our ticket back
to civilisation,” he said. He came
back to the others, got down on his knees, and unzipped the bag, to show a dish
of about one foot in diameter which he put into Ochre’s hands. His fellow officer looked at it, with
perplexity in his eyes.
“And what do you propose we do with this?”
he asked Scarlet.
“There’s a radio transmitter in that bag,”
Scarlet explained. “Its power cell
isn’t very powerful, but still, coupled with that dish… we should be able to contact Cloudbase. Or somebody else who might be able to
help us out.”
Destiny looked in the bag and took a large
electronic black box from it. As
the communications expert of the team, she examined the transmitter thoroughly
and shook her head. “This thing is prehistoric.
How come it was in the baggage hold to begin with?”
“Jim was a bit of a radio buff,” Ochre
mused. “I remember, way back when, he used to have fun doing some pirate
broadcasting with a shortwave transmitter.”
He looked thoughtfully at the dish.
“Guess that thing was his latest toy…”
“You’re sure that transmitter works,
Scarlet?” Grey asked.
“It’s a sturdy enough thing,” Destiny noted
before Scarlet could answer. “It
has certainly survived the crash without much damage. The only problem would be the power source, like you said,
Captain Scarlet.”
“If we had a hover pack,” Ochre added
thoughtfully. “Or something of the
kind…”
“We would have had one if this plane had
been one of our SPJs…” Grey muttered.
“Yes, but you would not have had an escape
capsule in an SPJ,” Scarlet replied with a faint smile. “You would have crashed with the rest of
the plane.”
“What about the emergency battery?” Destiny
suggested. “The one from the onboard electrical equipment?”
“I already thought of that,” Scarlet
nodded. “If it’s still functional, we may be able to use it.”
“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be
functional,” Destiny shrugged. “All the electricals are down, but I’m pretty
sure there’s nothing wrong with the battery.
But we still have a problem to consider.”
“The mountains,” Ochre continued, putting
the dish on the floor. “We’re in some kind of valley. The mountains all around us will interfere with transmission.
Even with this dish.”
“Which is why we have to climb one of those
mountains,” Scarlet replied.
“There’s a high enough peak, just next to the plateau where the jet crashed. We can see it from here, to the North
West. We can install the dish on
top of it and make the transmission from there.”
“In this weather?” Ochre remarked, frowning
doubtfully. “You’re not serious!”
“You said yourself that the wind’s
dropped,” Grey noted.
“And the snow is about to stop,” Scarlet
added.
“Yes, but it’ll only be temporary. As you well know, in these mountains,
that kind of weather is pretty unpredictable.
It’ll start snowing again in a little while, and I’m sure that before
long the wind will rise again. I
wouldn’t want to be stuck on some mountain when it happens.”
“I know it’s risky,” Scarlet said. “But we
don’t have much choice.”
Ochre was still sceptical. “Why not wait until the weather has
calmed down a little bit more before trying?
And beside, we don’t even know it that plan will actually work.”
“I’m sure it will work,” Scarlet retorted
sharply. And we CAN’T wait, Captain
Ochre. For more than one reason…” He looked toward Grey. “Grey’s broken
leg can’t wait much longer, without seriously endangering his health… if not his
life.”
“I can hold on if necessary,” Grey said in
turn, in an offended tone.
“No, you can’t, Captain,” Destiny replied.
“At least, not for long.” She turned to Scarlet. “I agree with
you. We must act as soon as
possible. Better to try something
than wait until we freeze.”
“I didn’t say we should stay put and do
nothing,” Ochre protested.
“Then what’s bothering you?”
Ochre scowled at Scarlet’s question. “I
just think we should be careful.” He looked at Grey. “And yes, for your sake,
Grey, we do have to hurry things up a little.”
He sighed, looking back at Scarlet. “There’s a toolbox in the emergency
cabinet. I’ll go fetch a
screwdriver and I’ll take that battery out of the cockpit.”
“I’ll help you,” Destiny said. “You’ll need
my knowledge to get that thing without damaging it. It’s neatly tucked behind a panel, under
the equipment board.”
Ochre went to the emergency cabinet at the
rear of the cabin, picked up the toolbox inside it and came back to the others.
He put the box next to Grey and sorted out a number of tools before putting his
hands on a couple of screwdrivers and a wrench.
Looking at him thoughtfully, Scarlet took the transmitter from Destiny’s hands
and kneeled down, putting it before him.
“While you get that battery, I’ll open the
casing,” he said. “To get the old battery out and prepare the connexions for the
other one.”
“You’re sure you’re up to it?” Ochre asked
him.
“I’ve done this kind of thing before,
Ochre.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.”
Ochre’s tone was very sharp, still largely defiant. His eyes were bright as he stared at
Scarlet. “Be back in a jiffy.”
Destiny followed him into the cockpit, casting a last look in Scarlet’s
direction. The British Captain returned the look
until she disappeared from his view.
“Do I detect a little warming up in here?”
Scarlet turned to Grey who had just said
those words. His friend shook his
head. “Destiny doesn’t seem as cold as she was toward you,” he remarked.
“I noticed it too,” Scarlet agreed. “Too
bad the same can’t be said of Ochre.”
“He’ll come around, Paul. You’ll see.”
Scarlet answered with a doubtful nod. He chose a screwdriver from the toolbox
and began to undo some screws. Grey
was staring at him thoughtfully.
“So…
what’s the other reason?”
“Sorry?”
“You said there was more than one reason to
hurry things up. One being my
injuries. So there must be at least
one other.”
“You’re sure I said that?”
“I may have a concussion, Scarlet, but my
head is clear enough right now. I’m
pretty sure Ochre and Destiny heard the same too. Why they didn’t say anything about it, I don’t know.”
Scarlet put down the screwdriver, and
pulled the casing up. Grey shook
his head. “I can see something’s
troubling you, my friend. What is
it?”
Scarlet didn’t answer. Walking down to the capsule earlier, he
had been wondering if he should tell the others about what he had witnessed. And up to this moment, he hadn’t reached
a decision yet. Even if they knew
about it, it wouldn’t change anything…
Except, perhaps, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.
It was obvious to Scarlet that the
Mysterons had duplicated the Passenger Jet in order to sabotage the airshow. And
if that was the case, that would imply that they had all had been targeted to be
Mysteronised. All of them, except
for Captain Scarlet himself, maybe, for he had his doubts about the possibility
of being Mysteronised yet again, as he could no longer be killed.
“What is it, Paul?” he heard Grey asking
him again. “What’s bothering you?”
Scarlet put down the casing. He was wondering if his colleagues were
aware of how close they had been to falling under the Mysterons’ control, like
he had some weeks ago. He was
wondering if they knew that he would probably escape that danger himself… which
made him even more different from them.
And he was wondering if the aliens truly would need to Mysteronise him again,
even if it were possible, since they were probably trying to regain the control
they already had on him.
“Would you believe… that I’m frightened,
Brad?” Scarlet asked Grey, rubbing his hands nervously, looking into the
distance.
“You?” an astounded Grey exclaimed. “I’ve
never known you to be afraid of anything.
Even before you became indestructible.”
“Not so.
But I always could keep my fears in check. And now, with the Mysterons…” Scarlet shrugged his shoulders.
“What did you see up there?” Grey asked
him.
“What did I see?” Scarlet stared at his friend’s face. “I saw the extent of the Mysterons’
powers. I saw as they duplicated
that jet. I saw the duplicate
flying above my head and going to carry out its orders… No doubt to sabotage the
airshow.” He got to his feet and
began pacing in front of a dumbfounded Grey. “I was there and what I saw gave me
the creeps… I’ve never been so
afraid in all my life.” He stopped,
and looked at Grey again. “I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe… I could only… watch.”
“And what exactly was it that frightened
you so much?” Grey asked, frowning.
“Do you know?”
“Do I?” Scarlet sighed, running his hand
into his hair. “All the people
onboard the plane, Grey. All of
them… All of YOU: you were to be Mysteronised.
Like the plane itself.”
“You left yourself out, I notice.”
“Why would they Mysteronise me again, Brad?
Even if they COULD… All they have to do is wait until they are able to regain
control of me.” Scarlet sat back in front of the transmitter. “And I’m scared to
death they will actually succeed,” he murmured.
“Oh, now, if you’re thinking about Fawn and
his theories…”
“It hasn’t left my mind for one second,
Brad!” Scarlet interrupted abruptly.
“What happened up there, it was so unreal. I saw what they did!
I FELT their presence before it actually happened!”
“Felt?” Grey repeated, frowning.
“Yes, in the form of a wave of nausea,
stronger than any I’ve felt until now.
Even as I’m speaking to you now, my head is still hurting. And I know they’re near.”
“And… if it was just that?” Grey murmured
thoughtfully.
“What?”
“If it was just that? What if those spells you’re having are
just some kind of feeling… a ‘sixth sense’ you’ve developed about the Mysterons
since your encounter with them?”
Scarlet had a doubtful frown. “Grey, you
know that sounds absolutely crazy…”
“Not as crazy as that idea of yours that
the Mysterons are trying to regain control of you!”
“That’s not MY idea.”
“Maybe, but it’s something you fear.” Grey could see Scarlet was rather
sceptical about his theory. He
shook his head. “Think about it,
mate: what if it was possible?
Could it explain all those spells?”
“No, not all of them…” Scarlet was
thoughtful. The week before, when
he had the first dizzy spell, the Delta Liner the Mysterons had taken over had
just arrived at London International Airport.
Then today, it happened just before the Mysterons had made their threat.
And then there was that violent nausea that had hit him when they Mysteronised
the Aero Special One. He could not yet explain the spell he
had in the duty hangar, but if he was to follow Captain Grey’s theory, he could
attribute his headache throughout the flight to the impending danger they were
all in …
Then why the Hell hadn’t it left him yet?
He shook his head. “I’d like to agree with
you, Grey, but there are still some unexplained details about…”
Scarlet stopped short when he saw Captain
Ochre and Destiny coming back from the cockpit. Ochre had the battery cell in his hands. He put it down next to the radio
transmitter, and then looked at his now silent colleagues.
“Something going on?” he asked.
“No, nothing at all,” Grey responded
quietly.
“You look green, Brad. Maybe you shouldn’t overexert yourself,”
Ochre replied. He turned to
Scarlet. “There’s your battery.
According to Destiny, it’s in perfect condition.
Brand new, as a matter of fact.
All that’s left to do is to hook it to the transmitter.”
Scarlet nodded thoughtfully. “Good. Let’s get down to it, then.”
“While you and Destiny do that, I’ll go
check the flares. I don’t want them
to get snowed in.”
“Yes, we’d better be quick, before the
weather gets too bad outside. As soon as the transmitter’s ready, I’ll be on my
way.”
“There’s no way I’ll let you go up there
alone,” Ochre protested vehemently.
“I thought we’d agreed, Ochre, that this
expedition would be pretty risky.”
“Yes, we agreed on that. And that is exactly why I’m going with
you.”
“Out of the question.”
“Look, you may be indestructible, but that
doesn’t mean you should be the only one to take risks. Remember that we are Spectrum agents as
well as you. We can take care of
ourselves. We’re not children you
have to take care of, for God’s sake!”
Silence followed as the two men stared each
other in the eyes, neither one of them willing to give in.
“What about the emergency flares around the
capsule?” Scarlet asked. “Somebody
must maintain them.”
“I can take care of that,” Destiny
proposed. “Now, if the two of you
would stop playing macho…”
“I’m not playing macho,” Scarlet replied
rather dryly.
“And neither am I,” Ochre said in turn.
“I’m just trying to point out to our fearless leader here that it would be
madness to go up there alone.”
“Ochre…”
“If you fell into a precipice with that
equipment,” Ochre interrupted abruptly, “you might not be able to get out of
there all by yourself. And then
what would happen to the rest of us?”
Scarlet could not find any answer. Ochre looked defiantly at him one last
time before turning away from him.
He pulled up the hood of his coat over his head.
“Think about it while I go check the
flares,” he said. “As soon as you have finished preparing the transmitter, we’ll
pick up some ropes and enough warm clothing and be on our way. In the meantime, call me if you need me.
I’ll be outside.”
He picked up some more flares from a box
near the door, pulled the blanket aside and went out, without even looking back.
Scarlet’s glare followed him until the blanket fell behind him.
Then the British agent sat down in front of the transmitter.
“We’d better prepare that thing, Destiny,
if we ever want to be ready to go…”
“So you’ll let Captain Ochre go with you?”
the French pilot asked.
“He’s right, you know,” Grey remarked in
turn.
“Yes, I know,” Scarlet sighed. He looked at Destiny. “And that is why
we’ll go together. Anyway, he
doesn’t leave me any choice in the matter, does he?”
“I’m glad he’s going with you,” Destiny
said, sitting too. She chose an
assortment of wires and proceeded to strip the ends. Scarlet began to remove the
old power cell from the transmitter, shooting some furtive glances in the young
woman’s direction.
“Why does that make you glad?” he asked
her.
The question took the French woman by
surprise. She looked at Scarlet with some embarrassment, but quickly regained
her composure. “Ochre’s argument
about what would happen to us if you go all alone to climb that mountain was a
valid one,” she said, shaking her head.
“Oh!” Scarlet sounded somehow disappointed.
“I thought that…” He stopped.
“What?” Destiny didn’t even look at him;
she could sense his eyes staring intensely at her, waiting for a reaction.
He shrugged. “No. Nothing.
Forget about it.”
He concentrated on his work and didn’t
notice Destiny giving him a concealed look. I know what you hope to hear, she thought,
but I’m not about to say it to you. Though there might have been some truth
in the fact that the young woman felt some worries about Scarlet’s safety rather
than their own, she wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
Not to herself and least of all to him. She was still unsure of the mixed
feelings she was presently having about him.
But if Scarlet had his doubts about that,
Captain Grey was certain he knew what was going on. Lying there quietly, he could see all the reactions of his
two colleagues, who were trying to avoid any eye contact. He had guessed the turmoil within Destiny. The time was not far, he thought with a faint
smile, when the girl would completely overcome her resentment and begin fully
trusting Captain Scarlet, the way she did before this whole mess with the
Mysterons.
Ochre, however, Captain Grey grimly added
to himself, was another matter altogether…
* * *
Captain Ochre had just finished clearing up
the snow that had covered the flares he had put around the capsule. He stood up
and pulled up the collar of his coat around his neck. Blowing a heavy sigh, he looked up the
snowy sky. At least, he thought, if
a plane flies low enough, there was a good chance its occupants would see them.
Ochre shot a glance toward the capsule; Scarlet and Destiny must be about finished
preparing that transmitter, he thought. We’ll be on our way soon. Good thing,
too. The snow was falling heavily; the winds
weren’t too strong right now, but if they rose, they would end up with a pretty
bad blizzard.
Better go see what they’re doing,
Ochre mused, moving toward the door. We can’t wait much longer.
He heard a sound behind him and stopped
suddenly. He spun around. Was it his imagination? Or maybe it was the wind playing tricks
with his ears… It was like a low
moan, in which he could swear he had heard his name.
There was a large boulder about ten feet in
front of him. He thought he saw
movement behind it. He approached
it with caution, his right hand on the handle of his pistol. He pricked up his ears, but this time
heard nothing. Still, he continued
to walk toward the boulder.
He had just reached it when someone sprang
from behind… and fell off-balance
right between his arms. A stunned
Ochre nearly had a stroke when he recognized the pale face of the man staring at
him.
“Dear God!” he murmured. “Jim!”
“Am I glad to see you, Rick…” Commander
Torey’s tired features lit up with a faint smile as he struggled to get to his
feet, leaning on the boulder behind him.
Ochre helped him up. Torey’s
breathing was heavy. He was
absolutely exhausted, his clothes were in rags, but otherwise, he seemed fine.
“You’re alive!” Ochre said. “I can’t
believe it!”
“Yeah, me neither,” Torey responded, trying
to get his breath back.
“Although I came very close to dying…
I think I may have a few broken ribs.” He winced, getting his balance
back. “It’s a real miracle, Rick.
In fact, if the Aero’s fuel tanks hadn’t been empty, it would have exploded as
it crashed… and it would have been ‘bye bye Jimmy’.”
“That doesn’t explain how you survived,”
Ochre replied. He was still on his
guard, not sure how to react to Torey’s unexpected return. The commander looked at him with
perplexity in his eyes.
“What’s the matter, Rick? I’d swear you
don’t believe me…” Seeing how Ochre
didn’t seem to react to this remark, he sighed. “I was thrown out of the plane
through a rip in the side,” he explained. “I landed on a thick layer of snow…
that broke my fall.” He looked to Ochre closely. The Spectrum agent was still unsure of
what to do. “I swear it, Rick! It’s
the truth! What is it? What are you
afraid of?”
“You tell me,” Ochre replied, still
defiant. “Scarlet said you were dead.”
“Oh! He would say that, wouldn’t he?” Torey
said dryly. He put his hand on
Ochre’s shoulder, looking him squarely in the eyes. “That guy’s not human, Rick.
I don’t know what he is… but he’s not human!” Ochre didn’t bat an eyelid.
He just noticed that Torey seemed somehow panicky. “I don’t know how HE
survived that crash… He came
walking out of that wreckage, like some sort of… of zombie or something. I saw him, Rick. He was injured, but that didn’t seem to bother him. He passed right by me… I needed help, I begged him to give me a
hand. He just stared at me. That look, Rick… The look in his eyes…” Torey shivered and looked away. “I’ve never seen the likes of it before. It was something inhuman.”
Torey seemed to lose his footing and hugged
his arms around himself, obviously freezing. Ochre then removed his coat and put it over his friend’s
shoulders, who thanked him with a nod. “He passed right by me. Never even acknowledged my presence. Like he didn’t care.” Torey shook his head, staring back at
dumbfounded Captain Ochre. “He didn’t seem to be the same man he was on the
craft, Rick. WHAT is he?”
“What happened then?” Ochre asked him,
instead of answering his question.
Torey shrugged. “I’m not quite sure.
I… I think you’ll say I’m crazy, but…”
“Go on.”
“I heard the engines of a plane, flying
overhead. When I looked up… Rick,
it was a Passenger Jet. And even in
the falling snow… I could have
sworn it was the Aero Special One.”
“What?” Ochre exclaimed.
“I know that sounds crazy. The Aero Special had crashed and… It must have been an hallucination. I lost consciousness then. When I woke up, Scarlet was gone. He must have thought I was dead!” Torey peered closely at Ochre. “You do believe me, don’t you?”
The Spectrum officer didn’t respond. His feelings were in turmoil right this
moment. Torey was there, in front
of him, very much alive, and after having heard his side of the story, Ochre was
quite in dismay. These last few
hours, he could have sworn Scarlet was on the level.
Now he wasn’t sure about anything at all.
A confrontation seemed in order, Ochre
thought. Maybe when Scarlet and
Torey came face to face, then he would know what to do. He put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Come with me. We’ll have to see what Captain Scarlet has to say about your
story.”
“I can use some warm coffee right now,
Rick,” Torey said with a faint smile.
“You’ll get it. I promise you.
Now come.”
Ochre guided Commander James Torey toward
the capsule. Walking a couple of
feet behind the Spectrum agent, a victorious smile spread across the pilot’s
features… A smile Captain Ochre
failed to notice.
* * *
Captain Scarlet had just finished putting
the casing back on the transmitter with the help of Destiny Angel when a new
wave of nausea suddenly hit him. It
was a violent one. Almost like the
one he had when the Mysterons made their reconstruction of the Aero Special One. If he hadn’t been seated, the British
captain would probably have fallen. Destiny saw him becoming very pale and
taking his head between his hands. Concerned, she touched him gently. “Are you sick?”
Captain Grey, who had been feeling bad
himself some minutes ago, was about to doze off when he heard Destiny’s worried
question. He opened his eyes and
tried to raise himself on his forearms to look upon Scarlet. The latter pushed him back down. “Keep your strength, Brad. You’ll need it.”
“You don’t look too good yourself,” Grey
noted. “What is it this time?”
“I don’t know.” Scarlet looked toward the blanket covering the opening on the
side of the capsule. “I need to go
outside. Get some fresh air…”
“Good idea,” Grey sighed, trying to get
himself comfortable. Scarlet glanced thoughtfully at his wounded colleague, then
turned to Destiny.
“Keep your eye on him,” he whispered to her
before getting to his feet. She nodded and watched as he strode toward the exit.
She saw him pushing the blanket aside to get out.
Then, she turned her attention to Captain Grey.
Scarlet didn’t feel any better outside the
capsule than inside it. As a matter
of fact, he felt quite the opposite. Dear
God, what is happening to me? he asked himself.
Throughout the falling snow, he saw a
figure wearing a yellow coat coming slowly toward him. He walked up to it.
“Captain Ochre, did you finish with the
flares?”
He received no response. A strange, unnerving feeling of
impending danger came over him as the figure drew nearer. Instinctively, Scarlet put his hand on the handle of his
pistol.
“Ochre?”
He didn’t have anything to fear from Ochre,
wasn’t that right? Even if his
colleague was presently holding him in so much contempt, that didn’t mean he
would go to the extent of threatening him in any way…
“Ochre, why don’t you…”
Scarlet’s words died on his lips upon
seeing the face of the man who had just stopped about five feet in front of him.
The Spectrum agent took a step backward.
“Commander Torey!”
“Surprised to see me alive, Captain?”
‘Surprised’ was putting it mildly. Absolutely astounded would have best
described Captain Scarlet’s reaction to the man he had seen dead a couple of
hours earlier. And then there was
the absolute certainty that THIS man wasn’t what he appeared to be. There was no doubt in Scarlet’s mind
that he was facing a Mysteron reconstruct.
“Damn it…”
Scarlet quickly drew his weapon; he aimed
it at Torey who suddenly looked at him in panic.
“Please, don’t shoot!”
Strange, thought a puzzled Scarlet. He had a feeling fear would not be part
of a Mysteron agent’s retained traits…
Unless it was just an act.
The Spectrum officer didn’t have time to
assess his suspicion. As soon as
the thought came to his mind, his eye caught a shadow coming fast toward him to
his right. He was pushed to the
ground with tremendous strength and lost his weapon in the fall. He struggled to get free, but his attacker was keeping him
pinned to the ground, using all his weight.
A bewildered Scarlet just had time to
glimpse Captain Ochre’s angry face, just before the butt of a golden coloured
pistol hit him violently over the forehead.
He instantly lost consciousness.
A QUESTION OF TRUST (complete story - zip)
Chapter 1
– Chapter 2
– Chapter 3 – Chapter 4
– Chapter 5
– Chapter 6 – Chapter 7
– Chapter 8
Chapter 9 –
Chapter 10 –
Epilogue
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