Subject: NEW: Odyssey 3/12
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From: Sharon Nuttycombe, avalon@terranet.ab.ca
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Odyssey part 3/12
Sharon Nuttycombe
avalon@terranet.ab.ca
August 8, 1996
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This is a Scully and Skinner action/adventure story. It
is not related to my former story, Crossing the Line.
(There will be a sequel to Crossing the Line, but this is
not it). It is not NC -17 but is rated R for violence.
There is a hint of romance, and a GBSS - gratuitous boxer
shorts scene. ;)
SUMMARY: When Mulder disappears in the Caribbean, Skinner
and Scully are drawn into a web of intrigue and danger.
SCREENPLAY FORMAT.
I am a permanent resident of the State of Denial -- Avatar
never happened.
I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Alistair Maclean's "The
Golden Rendezvous". OK - I shamelessly stole his ideas,
but I made lots of changes. Honest. Besides, Alistair is
dead. Hopefully he won't too mind much...
I apologize for any medical discrepancies. If I got
anything wrong...blame my friend Linda. (Just kidding,
Linda).
I would appreciate any comments or criticism. Many
thanks.
Acknowledgements: Thanks to Linda Campbell for racking up
a huge phone bill helping me plot this monster.
Disclaimer: Scully, Skinner, and Mulder belong to Chris
Carter. I don't own them, I'm only borrowing them for a
while (Do I have to return Skinner? Can I keep him, huh
Chris? Please...?)
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Odyssey part 3/12
TUESDAY, EARLY EVENING
THE ODYSSEY
The Odyssey has departed Eleuthera for Long Island. Scully
is alone in her cabin. She removes her gun from the
holster which is lying over the back of a chair, and takes
her ID from her jacket. She puts them both in a small
black dinner purse which she slings over her shoulder as
she leaves the cabin.
Scully and Skinner meet at the entrance to the dining
room. Together they wind their way through the crowd to
an empty table for two near the back of the room. Scully
is about to sit down when he pulls her chair out for her.
She casts him a startled glance, then sits.
Skinner takes his seat and looks idly at the menu.
SKINNER: Have you thought of anything else?
SCULLY: No. What about you?
SKINNER: Nothing yet. You're right about the crew though.
They're definitely not civilians.
SCULLY: (Staring at her menu) I think we need to get a
look at those areas that are off-limits to
passengers.
SKINNER: The bridge, the engine room...
SCULLY: And the cargo hold.
SKINNER: Yes. I wonder...
He is interrupted by a sudden gunshot. All conversation
ceases and somebody screams. Scully and her boss
automatically reach for their weapons. At the entrance,
two dozen men in black combat gear and armed with semi-
automatic rifles fan out along the walls, their guns aimed
at the sitting passengers and crew. For a moment nobody
moves. Then the man who fired his gun at the ceiling
steps forward.
He is tall, blonde, well-built, and is dressed in black
like the others. There is an air of authority about him,
though, and it is evident from the way the others defer to
him that he is their leader. His voice holds a trace of a
German accent.
LEADER: Please, everyone remain calm and no one will be
hurt. Keep your hands where we can see them and
make no sudden moves.
He gestures to his men, who begin to move through the room
toward the various crewmembers. Scully and Skinner's eyes
meet. As one they slowly ease their hands away from their
weapons. Behind them, the officers and passengers sit
stiff and frozen at the Captain's table. Suddenly, the
Captain pulls a gun from within his jacket and aims at the
terrorists. Several other officers also begin to draw
hidden weapons.
Skinner, seeing what is about to happen out of the corner
of his eye, and realizing that he and Scully are directly
in the line of fire, launches himself out of his seat,
bringing her crashing to the floor beneath his weight and
upending their table. The terrorists open fire and all
hell breaks loose.
Several people are shot, including both the Captain and
the First Officer. One terrorist goes down in the gunfire.
People scream and everyone dives for cover. A glass
window behind the Captain's table is shot out, and shards
of glass shower over everybody. Skinner instinctively
covers Scully's body with his own, keeping her pinned
beneath him. The terrorists yell at the passengers and
crew in German while loosing a hail of bullets.
Finally, the leader of the terrorists takes control. He
shouts some orders and the gunfire subsides. Silence
falls. The camera pans around the dining room, which is
now a shambles. It is impossible to tell who is alive and
who is dead. Then, slowly, people begin to stir.
Half-hidden by the overturned table, Skinner eases his
weight off Scully. Shards of glass fall from his back.
As he moves, pain shoots up his left leg and he rolls to
the side, clutching his thigh. Scully, looks down and,
seeing blood welling up between his fingers, realizes that
he has been shot. She reaches for the tablecloth and,
prising his hands away, presses it to the wound.
Instantly it turns bright red. She wraps it as tightly as
she dares around his upper thigh, trying to stop the
bleeding.
Desperately, Scully glances around, holding the makeshift
bandage against Skinner's leg. She spies her handbag
lying half hidden beneath the next table. Guessing her
intentions, Skinner seizes her wrist.
SKINNER: (Quietly, pain evident in his voice) Leave it.
(She hesitates.) You wouldn't stand a chance.
Reluctantly she nods and turns her attention back to his
injury.
Meanwhile, the terrorists are moving rapidly through the
room, concentrating on the crew, but searching everybody,
and driving those still able to walk toward the far wall.
The leader steps forward again, gazing alertly around the
room, once more in control of the situation.
LEADER: You may call me Josef. Remain calm and no one
else will be harmed.
At that moment, the terrorists reach Skinner and Scully.
They pull her away from him and coldly but thoroughly
search her. Ignoring her protest, they do the same to
Skinner. He says nothing when they find his gun and ID.
Scully's eyes flicker once more to the bag with her own
weapon, then she hastily averts her gaze.
One of the terrorists calls to Josef, who arrives quickly.
He hands Josef the gun and ID, saying something in his own
language. Josef tucks the gun into his belt and opens the
badge. When he looks up again, his eyes are cold.
Skinner levers himself into a sitting position, bracing
himself against a table leg.
JOSEF: FBI. What are you doing here, Secret Agent
Man?
SKINNER: (gritting his teeth against the pain) I'm
on vacation.
JOSEF: Vacation. Right. (Turns to Scully.) And
you. Are you FBI too?
SCULLY: No...I'm a doctor. (gestures toward her
boss.) Please - let me help him.
JOSEF: (To his men) Have you searched her?
TERRORIST: Yes. We found nothing.
Josef's eyes roam around the immediate area. Scully
stiffens as she realizes he may see the incriminating
handbag. Desperately she tries to distract him.
SCULLY: This man may have a severed artery. He
could bleed to death within minutes. You
have to let me get him to sickbay.
JOSEF: What is he to you? Do you know him?
SCULLY: (With no hesitation) No. We just met this
afternoon.
SKINNER: It's true. I asked her to have dinner with
me...
TERRORIST1: Just kill him now.
SCULLY: (Urgently) You said you wouldn't harm
anyone else. Prove it.
JOSEF: Very well, Doctor... What is your name?
SCULLY: (Pauses only momentarily) Doctor...Kimble.
At that moment, another terrorist arrives and speaks
agitatedly, pointing toward the door where the injured
terrorist lies slumped on the floor. Josef tenses,
hurries over then calls out an order. One terrorist drags
Scully forward with him. Skinner voices a protest but
falls silent as the other trains a gun on him. He watches
helplessly.
JOSEF: (To Scully). One of my men has been shot. You
say you're a doctor - prove it.
SCULLY: The ship's doctor...?
JOSEF: If uniforms are anything to judge by, I believe
that was the doctor.
He points toward the Captain's table where several people,
including the doctor lay unconscious or dead on the floor,
then shoves Scully toward the injured terrorist. Scully
kneels beside him, searching for a pulse. After a tense
moment...
SCULLY: He's still alive. But I need to get him and the
rest of the wounded to sickbay right away.
Josef nods and calls out some rapid orders.
SCULLY: And I'll need some help.
JOSEF: You'll get it.
SCULLY: Make it fast.
JOSEF: Doctor.
SCULLY: (Looks up impatiently) What?
He crouches down beside her and grabs a fistful of her
hair, forcing her head back. He draws Skinner's gun from
his belt and holds it to her throat. Across the room,
Skinner tenses and makes an abortive movement. Once more
the terrorist guarding him threatens the Assistant
Director with his rifle.
JOSEF: (In a chilling whisper) I do not care about the
rest of these men, Doctor. But Dietrich must not
die. Is that clear?
SCULLY: (half-choking) Yes.
JOSEF: Good. (He tilts her head back even further.)
Because if he dies, so do you.
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END OF PART 3
Sharon Nuttycombe
avalon@terranet.ab.ca
celtic@freenet.edmonton.ab.ca
"Knowing's easy. Everyone does that ad nauseum.
I just sort of hope." -- Doctor Who
Sharon Nuttycombe
avalon@terranet.ab.ca
--"I have as much respect for the chain of command as the next guy.
--Only if you're standing next to Fletcher Christian." -- Adderly
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