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That could've been ugly, Jack thinks. He's momentarily occupied by thoughts of the team members, how they rushed into action so quickly and so effectively, as he scribbles more notes onto his pad. Though he hadn't met the young woman on the team yet, his opinion of her had increased many-fold thanks to her quick thinking and lightning reflexes. And the Indian fellow will be handy to have around, for certain.
But what does all this mean for the trip?
Rousing from his thoughts, Jack notices a knot of people gathering around Starkweather, Moore, and this Lawrence fellow. My editor'll kill me if I don't get the story, Jack realizes, quickly rising and heading toward the cluster of people.
But what does all this mean for the trip?
Rousing from his thoughts, Jack notices a knot of people gathering around Starkweather, Moore, and this Lawrence fellow. My editor'll kill me if I don't get the story, Jack realizes, quickly rising and heading toward the cluster of people.
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Prof. William Moore
It is Moore rather than Starkweather that replies, shaking his head as he speaks, "Lawrence Longfellow is one of the expedition team, a mechanic. He's worked with James before, and I have no idea what caused this behaviour."
Starkweather meanwhile continues to kneel by Lawrence looking quite shocked, as four New York policemen burst into the room, their guns drawn.
Their commisioner, who has come out from under his table by now says, "It's ok boys, everything seems to be under control, thanks to this gentleman."
He points to Isugtag, and Starkweather finally comes to his senses, standing and saying, "Yes, yes, excellent work Isutag, I can see we picked the right person for our sergeant-at-arms, though we never expected any real need for the post."
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Hunched over Lawrence, Isugtag's deep brown eyes were locked into the mans almost dead gaze. The madmans whispers were almost hypnotic
but it didn't affect the Inuits death grip around his wrist.
When the gun finally thudded against the floor, Isugtag picked it up with his now free hand, cocking the hammer and holding the barrel pressed on Lawrences right eye socket. He could feel his breathing slowing down. The revolver felt strange and alien in his hand, the rough texture of the handle itching his palm.
Isugtag didnt lift his knee from Lawrences chest until Graves was next to him. Seeing as the situation was now under controlled, the polar guide stood back up, releasing all the pressure he had put on Lawrences lungs and chest.
The Smith & Wesson Model 10 held along his leg, Grey Wolf uncocked the hammer, but kept the weapon in his hand. Somehow he half expected the madman to jump at Graves throat.
As Moore and Starkweather thanked him, the tall Inuit simply nodded at them.
Now that the situation was under control, he walked calmly to the approaching policemen, handing them over Lawrences weapon, before going back next to McRaven. He looked the man in the eye, giving him a discreet smile and a nod from the head. Even though he hadnt said a word to the engineer, it was obvious the Inuit was quite thankful for his help and for the fact he now knew there would be someone to watch his back if things ever got out of hand again.
Somehow Grey Wolf had the gut feeling that it wasnt the last incident of the voyage.
When the gun finally thudded against the floor, Isugtag picked it up with his now free hand, cocking the hammer and holding the barrel pressed on Lawrences right eye socket. He could feel his breathing slowing down. The revolver felt strange and alien in his hand, the rough texture of the handle itching his palm.
Isugtag didnt lift his knee from Lawrences chest until Graves was next to him. Seeing as the situation was now under controlled, the polar guide stood back up, releasing all the pressure he had put on Lawrences lungs and chest.
The Smith & Wesson Model 10 held along his leg, Grey Wolf uncocked the hammer, but kept the weapon in his hand. Somehow he half expected the madman to jump at Graves throat.
As Moore and Starkweather thanked him, the tall Inuit simply nodded at them.
Now that the situation was under control, he walked calmly to the approaching policemen, handing them over Lawrences weapon, before going back next to McRaven. He looked the man in the eye, giving him a discreet smile and a nod from the head. Even though he hadnt said a word to the engineer, it was obvious the Inuit was quite thankful for his help and for the fact he now knew there would be someone to watch his back if things ever got out of hand again.
Somehow Grey Wolf had the gut feeling that it wasnt the last incident of the voyage.
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All over bar the crying
McRaven nods towards Isugtag, as the tall inuit returns to his table. Their eyes locked briefly, and despite the lack of verbal thanks, McRaven knew he had made a friend.
"And a damn good one to have in a tight spot" He thought, as he turned his attention back to the man called Lawrence. They were not even at their destination yet, but this man looked like someone in the grip of cabin fever, the poor s.o.b was totally gone.
The one thing a good pilot never likes, is to fly blind. It felt like that now and McRaven couldn't shake it.
"And a damn good one to have in a tight spot" He thought, as he turned his attention back to the man called Lawrence. They were not even at their destination yet, but this man looked like someone in the grip of cabin fever, the poor s.o.b was totally gone.
The one thing a good pilot never likes, is to fly blind. It felt like that now and McRaven couldn't shake it.
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Gentlemen! One at a time please
James Starkweather raises a hand as if to ward off the questions, Im afraid I really do not have any answers about Lawrences actions, this is quite extraordinary hes normally a very shy chap, when I noticed that he wasnt at the dinner I just assumed that he preferred to keep his own company.
As far as I know he hasnt anything to do with the 1930 expedition, and in any case I dont see why hed believe that we would all die. What happened to Lakes party was a terrible, terrible tragedy, but this expedition will be bigger and better equipped. There is no reason to fear that our part will be wiped out by any storm.
Meanwhile Professor Graves attempts to communicate with the catatonic Lawrence come to naught. The gunman continues to stare at the ceiling, his dilated eyes do not respond to the flashlight from Graves medical kit, and the only reaction to the professors words is a thin trail of saliva that runs from his open mouth.
Two police officers approach Graves, one is a sergeant who says, Wed better take him now sir, before he turns violent again. And Im afraid Ill need a statement from everybody before the nights over
Nils approaches Isugtag and McRaven, You handled that well, it is good to have you aboard.
James Starkweather raises a hand as if to ward off the questions, Im afraid I really do not have any answers about Lawrences actions, this is quite extraordinary hes normally a very shy chap, when I noticed that he wasnt at the dinner I just assumed that he preferred to keep his own company.
As far as I know he hasnt anything to do with the 1930 expedition, and in any case I dont see why hed believe that we would all die. What happened to Lakes party was a terrible, terrible tragedy, but this expedition will be bigger and better equipped. There is no reason to fear that our part will be wiped out by any storm.
Meanwhile Professor Graves attempts to communicate with the catatonic Lawrence come to naught. The gunman continues to stare at the ceiling, his dilated eyes do not respond to the flashlight from Graves medical kit, and the only reaction to the professors words is a thin trail of saliva that runs from his open mouth.
Two police officers approach Graves, one is a sergeant who says, Wed better take him now sir, before he turns violent again. And Im afraid Ill need a statement from everybody before the nights over
Nils approaches Isugtag and McRaven, You handled that well, it is good to have you aboard.
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Clark motioned to Moore to have a word before the police took his statement. "Where was Lawrence staying at? Something drove this man beyond the breaking point and I think it would be in our best interest to find out what it was." Turning to Lawrence as he was carried away, "If an incident like this happens again, it may not be as easily averted, especially in the middle of nowhere."
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Looking over at the two police officers dragging away the now catatonic Lawrence, Isugtag barely heard Nils comment. He simply nodded in an absent-minded fashion, saying only "Yes...." . Isugtag wasnt particularly shocked by what had happened. He had seen many soldiers completely loose it in the trenches of the blood-soaked battlefields of France.
What did trouble him was that the event would now linger in the mind of most of the expeditions members. Worried souls never carried out their duties as efficiently as those who had a clear mind.
As he looked back at his half finished meal, the ranger wondered how the rest of the evening would carry itself.
What did trouble him was that the event would now linger in the mind of most of the expeditions members. Worried souls never carried out their duties as efficiently as those who had a clear mind.
As he looked back at his half finished meal, the ranger wondered how the rest of the evening would carry itself.
Jack figures that Starkweather knows more than he's saying, but now may not be the time to nudge it out of him. Jack also figures that there's no point in tagging along with the police as they get the same kind of non-answer from Starkweather and Moore as the expedition members had already gotten. Some work was going to need to be done after tonight with all of that, and he was going to need to make some calls, follow up on some leads he already had. But there was that early-edition deadline to make tonight.
First priority was to learn a little bit more about his quick-thinking and -acting companions, Isugtag and McRaven, get a quick statement from them for the paper--Kitt, too, if he had the time.
Turning to Isugtag and McRaven, Jack says, "That was quite some feat tonight, gentlemen. What made you spring into action like that? Were you afraid?"
First priority was to learn a little bit more about his quick-thinking and -acting companions, Isugtag and McRaven, get a quick statement from them for the paper--Kitt, too, if he had the time.
Turning to Isugtag and McRaven, Jack says, "That was quite some feat tonight, gentlemen. What made you spring into action like that? Were you afraid?"
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The tall Inuit gave Jack a detailed look, from head to toe, a dead serious expression on his face. In his mind, Isugtag had done what any man in his position would have done. Amongst his people, a man was always expect to show courage and determination in the face of every situation.
But now, people were taking too much interest in him... Attention was not something the polar guide wanted.
As Jack stood infront of him, pen and notepad in hand, the Inuit in military uniform made a sound that resembled a grunt. He then simply walked passed him toward his original seat, slightly bumping into the reporter to "gently shove him out of the way".
But now, people were taking too much interest in him... Attention was not something the polar guide wanted.
As Jack stood infront of him, pen and notepad in hand, the Inuit in military uniform made a sound that resembled a grunt. He then simply walked passed him toward his original seat, slightly bumping into the reporter to "gently shove him out of the way".
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McRaven raises an eyebrow as the inuit pushes gently past the reporter without uttering a single word. He then turned his attention to Jack.
"You'll have to forgive Isugtag, he clearly doesn't like the attention. As for your question, well...all I can say was that it was instinctive on our part and Miss kitt too, damn nice throw with that plate...kept the poor guy distracted"
McRaven pauses for a second as they prepare to take lawrence away.
"It does bother me that someone could flip out like that. Was I scared of him? No, but I was afraid of what he could do with the gun. Like I said, instinct and I guess training helps you overcome the fear, lets you act while others bug out or take cover"
William then shrugs his shoulders slightly
"Thats all I can say. Curious about what drove him over the edge though. Starkweather looked really shocked at the mans condition. Makes you think don't it?"
With that he wanders away from the reporter and returns to his table.
"You'll have to forgive Isugtag, he clearly doesn't like the attention. As for your question, well...all I can say was that it was instinctive on our part and Miss kitt too, damn nice throw with that plate...kept the poor guy distracted"
McRaven pauses for a second as they prepare to take lawrence away.
"It does bother me that someone could flip out like that. Was I scared of him? No, but I was afraid of what he could do with the gun. Like I said, instinct and I guess training helps you overcome the fear, lets you act while others bug out or take cover"
William then shrugs his shoulders slightly
"Thats all I can say. Curious about what drove him over the edge though. Starkweather looked really shocked at the mans condition. Makes you think don't it?"
With that he wanders away from the reporter and returns to his table.
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