Posted on 07/05/2002 1:23:09 AM PDT by acnielsen guy
TONIGHT ON RADIOFR'S UNSPUN... ANN COULTER!!! JESSE PETERSON!!!
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Posted on 07/11/2002 4:14 PM Pacific by AnnaZ
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ON THE NEXT UNSPUN...
July 11, 2002
9:00 p.m. - 11:00 p.m. EDT
6:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m. PST...
"SLANDER, SCANDALS, AND SCOUNDRELS"
ANN COULTER
discusses the release of her latest book
and last week's Must-See-TV catfight!
We'll ask
REVEREND JESSE LEE PETERSON
of B.O.N.D. ...
if the Mother Ship doesn't come for Farrakhan,
will the State Department?
It's almost SHOWTIME!!!
The datapad told him that the nearest human settlement was miles away that-aways. He could afford to think about his previous jumps' rough landing.
He always had a nasty habit of doing the very thing he was told not to do. And with forty seconds left on the bomb clock, telling him to leave it alone was the wrong thing to do. He had looked at the pilot and co-pilot of teh airliner. He had looked back into the passenger cabin. He had seen a frightened mother with her too young son. He saw her eyes and made his decision.
"Have a nice day, Captain. I don't suppose I'll see you again after this one." he didn't explain it. They'd have to stay looking at him funny and wonder what happened. He grabbed the bomb and side-slipped out of the plane. Good. He smiled. Now he was falling through rarefied air, freezing and unable to breathe, but at least the bomb was outside and not in the plane anymore.... ticking in his hands. His brain waved at him to remind him of that fact. The counter was nearing the ten second mark.
A portal swirled open below him as the counter said zero. He fell in as the explosion ripped the portal to shreds. Now destabilized, the portal became wildly unpredictable. Things phased in and out of the distortion from normal time. Bits and pieces of the bomb were falling with him. And then he was burped out of the bucking and kicking nightmare of a jump earlier than he had hoped.
He checked his datapad again. He'd oscilated at the same frequency as the portal and ended up phase inverted on the other side. The bomb had seen to that.
His pad beeped at him. A portal had opened nearby. Cursing his luck, he dove into the grass and disturbed a few quail for his efforts, and watched.
"Just what were you thinking?" came an irate female voice demanding an answer. His partner. Emily had a way with words....
"I was thinking about those lives. Did you see that woman in First class?"
"The onewith the baby?" a statement.
"Yes. Did you see her eyes?" he probed.
Emily looked away, "No."
She had seen her eyes.
"That's what I was thinking." he said, standing up and stretching. Smoke still drifted off of him. Probably how she'd known he was there.
"Timekeeper, the Agency said that plane was supposed to go down. I know, they've been wrong before," she put up a hand to stifle his snorts of protest, "But they have agreed to allow your field decision to stand."
"That's nice of them."
"Just don't do it again, they'll demote you. Or worse." she ended in a whisper. He knew she was right, but still.
"I couldn't shake the thought that no matter what happened, I would live and they wouldn't." he paused,"That could have been a tac nuke and we'd have lived. Aliens could have eaten them all, and we still would have been safe."
She nodded.
"One more, and they'll declare you rogue." said softly.
"They probably have already." his duster moved in the breeze slightly, wisps of smoke drifting away.
"Yeah, well you look like a rogue right now." she laughed at him.
Timekeeper shrugged. His hat bore the scars of worse experiences.
"When are you going to replace that hat?"
Timekeeper looked up through a hole in the brim. It still had charred bits around it from teh traumatic event that caused it. He poked a finger through it and twisted it around.
"Nah, it's still got some life left in it." She burst into giggles at the way he said that.
"What's so funny?"he asked, still wiggling his finger through teh hole in his hat.
"Just that you're so picky about your coat getting even slightly dirty, but your hat can look like the Dallas Cowboy CHeerleaders did a rally cheer on it, then took it to a wild party."
"For all I know, they did." he said while pulling his finger out of the hole.
"How did that hoel get there anyway?"she asked.
He looked around with a dead pan look on his face.
"Plasma beam discharge." he said to teh sky.
"Oh." she knew that meant a weapon. One she was lucky enough to not have run into... yet.
"What did you do to get shot at?" she was curious now... He looked skyward again and fidgeted.
"I, uh.. kinda mis-stepped my time jump a bit." he said.
"And?"
"Doesn't the sky look nice?" a feeble evasion.
"Timekeeper!" she said, her curiosity piqued by his evasiveness.. especially since he was normally so open with her.
"I ended up in some woman's shower, face to face." he blushed a bit behind his sunglasses. The wrap arounds hid his eyes effectively.
"Well?"
"I did an emergency jump when the shooting started and ended up right where I started in the first place. Back in the shower.. .right after I'd run out of the room."
"And?" getting impatient with him pausing like that. Ruined a good telling and all..
"I did a second e-jump and brought the weaponfire with me.. accidentally. I singed my hat, my coat and blew out several fire hydrants in New York City's lower east side. Right in front of teh police. They chased me down an alley with their cruiser and lost their bumper to my third emergency jump."
She doubled over at the mental image it all brought out.
"Share with me so I can make light of your suffering?" he asked, somewhat amused. Emily wiped away a tear, sniffed, composed herself.. and burst out laughing when she went to speak again.
"You, duster and all.. in the shower. Lost bumpers.... That's good." she choked out.
"I was very appreciative. I don't think she was, much."
"You're incorrigable." she was still laughing too much to slug him. They walked the length of the field, in no real planned direction at all.
"What did she look like?" she teased.
"About twenty-three, light blondish hair, greeninsh eyes. Thirty-eight D."
She swatted him
"What?"
"You're not supposed to notice such things."
"She dyed her hair too." that earned him another swat.
Oh, now you're more than my partner, eh?" he teased back.
She flashed him one of those looks.
Okay, okay. I'll behave. I know I'm old enough to be, if not your father, then an older brother then."
The portal opened smoothly for once, and they stepped through into the Agency's main hall.
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