Project Blackthorne

Chapter 16 Who said "Work Couldn't Be Hazardous Too Your Health?"

Sam Tyler's face was completely serene as her legs cleared the doorway now that her entire body was mere inches on the out side of the choppers outer hull. Sam had at least three hundred jumps under her belt with a proper parachute of course some of them night jumps into hostile territory so floating in the air anywhere over twenty thousand feet was no big deal. But too find herself floating anywhere up in the air more than a mile off the ground without the comfort of a parachute was a completely different matter all too together. Just as suddenly finding herself falling even out of the chopper Sam's mind was thrown yet another curve ball as her downward momentums was brought too a sudden abrupt bone jarring halt. Sam was trying too wrap her mind around the fact of how that gravity could decide to suddenly come too stop right at this very moment. Sam had too struggle with the buffering air which made her eyes water a bit as she looked around trying too figure out what the Hell was going on. Her mind was emitting sparks trying desperately not too come unglued buttoo take everything in at the very same time. All she could hear was the wind whipping by her head at over a hundred miles an hour. After her heart decided it was tike too start pumping again Sam's mind cleared enough that she was able too look up. Her mind took several seconds too register any kind of action but Sam finally was able too see that there was a pair of hands which were latched tightly onto both of her ankles halting her downward spiral. Sam had too narrow her eyes too finally see clear enough then looked up a little further too see Hannibal Sikes upper body leaning out the jump door too far for even Sam's own liking. She could also just make out another pair of arms with the hands clasped around his narrow waist helping too keep his lower body inside the chopper so he wouldn't join her on
a tandem fall. Either way Sam's mind finally was able too also ascertain connecting the dots that she wasn't going to plunge too the ground and certain death at least not yet anyway. Sam's new lease on life made her mind snap back too the present. Throughout Sam's entire flight through the chopper and then out into the open air the ambient sound around her had fell silent as she prepared too meet her former fate. But now the world around her came crashing back in sounding like a tornado was spinning in her head. "Crap!" Sam mouthed as the wind whipping by drowned out any other kind of sound. She was looking at the lone sphere that was still far too close on their tail. Kiran Lively still piloted the chopper weaving back and forth trying too keep the deadly remaining sphere at a semi distance. But her flying technique was making it difficult for Hannibal too keep a good strong hold on Sam in the process. The idea of possibly burning into the ground at a high rate of speed creped back into the back of Sam's mind yet again. A flash in front of Sam's eyes damn near scared her too death. But her mind seemed too be working on auto pilot now as her hands reached up grabbing at the rope that was trailing out in front of her body. It took several tries but Sam was finally about too get her hands too get a positive grip on the line in front of her. Instinct told her then even though she was upside down Sam could wrap the rope around her waist. She tied it with a solid knot around her waist pulling on the rope too signal whoever haf thrown it that she was now secure. Sam saw Hannibal was mouthing something too her but Sam couldn't hear anything over the rushing wind. Even the mental implant seemed too be muffled but one had too take in account that she was hanging upside down actually out under the bloody chopper. She made a mental note to bring that little short coming with the implants up too Jim Donovan if she got the chance too see him again. Sam had about enough of the circus flying through the air act when out of the blue she was yanked sharply upward. It felt like someone had flipped the switch as Sam was bodily yanked out of the air back into the chopper proper. Sam's body sailed through the door like someone had thrown her back into the chopper. She was all arms and elbows coming down with a crash onto Hannibal's broad rippled chest knocking the wind out of the both of them. She moaned deeply with relief as the pair laid there one on top of the other on the deck unmoving for several for several seconds. It took them both a moment till they were able too take in oxygen at a good calm rate. Sam Tyler rose up a bit till she could look directly into Hannibal's eyes. Sam looked at him for a minute then leaned in kissing him on the lips. Hannibal was still taking millisecond too get his bearings back when their lips met. He was taken aback just a little but then smiled warmly back up at Sam when their lips parted way too soon for his taste. "Thank you times infinity." Sam told Hannibal though her voice was a tad horse from hanging outside the chopper in the open freaking air. Someone just out of Sam's line of sight cleared their throat making Sam and Hannibal turn as one too Jim Donovan who knelt close by the pair rolling up his lasso. "I think I had a little bit too do with it too don't you think?" Jim kicked his Stetson back on his head a mildly hurt look on his face for not garnering his own kiss through the whole show. Sam was about too say something to Jim when Hannibal looked downward drawing Sam attention making her look down at her stomach. There was a pair of familiar arms still wrapped around Hannibal rather wide but stealthy waist. The hands were waving up and down like they were trying too fly. The arms would have been moving too but they was pinned down by Sam's waist which held them tight to Hannibal's belt line. Sam looked back up too Hannibal a confused look on her face then just as quick lights went off in Sam's brain telling her what was up. She rolled off of Hannibal going too the left. Hannibal followed suit rolling too the right clearing the way. Luther Tonaka sat bolt up right looking a good bit pale even for him. When he was fully vertical Luther worked real hard at sucking in a double lung full of air. After a fair amount of oxygen intake and output a little bit of color began too come back too Luther's pale face. He coughed too clear his throat then looked towards Sam a sly smile on his face. "The Big Russian Lug Nut would have fell out of the chopper crushing untold amounts of innocent's if I hadn't been holding onto his bulky arse." Luther snuck a peek towards the Big Russian who was eyeing his team mate sharply from his prone position. "Give me a kiss quick," Luther leaned down towards the Russian his lips ready too smack a wet one on Hannibal's shocked face. Hannibal reached up a big meaty paw which damn near encompassed Luther's entire face. Luther's face broke into a smile around the edges under the hand. "I'll take that too be an affirmative no?" Luther's muffled voice sounded out a little hurt. Hannibal let loose with a string of Russian swear words which didn't bare repeating as he pushed away from Luther's face. After the blood started coming back too his face Luther looked back too Sam a worried look on his face. He leaned in close too Sam as he kept a watchful eye on the Big prone Russian. "I think I poked the Russian Bear on the wrong side." He should have whispered but everyone heard Luther quite clearly earning a good eye roll from Jim. Sam was about too reply getting ready too defend the Oriental from the Big Bad Russia when Kiran Lively's voice sounded in everyone's head from the pilot seat. "The Slap and tickles are all fun till this last energy sphere blows our collective arse into some really minute bits. Can we have the orgy later when I can at least get in on it? " Jim Donovan clapped his hands together then stood back up heading for his former post between Kiran and Evie. Hannibal had too use a strut too pull his large frame back too a standing position. Sam and Luther helped each other too a standing position togther. Mel Picard held her seat the whole time through the acrobatic action watching everything closely from Sam going out the door too the team automatically going into retrieval mode. Mel had been briefed by her Mossad officials about what they knew of the special team with Blackthorne International. But Mel now knew in the short time she had been with this team that Mossad's information about Blackthorne was sorely lacking which was highly unusual for them on anything aspect that they had researched. Jim Donovan the rugged cowboy all knowing all seeing captain of this band of specialist was a true conundrum in and of himself. There is very little background information on one James Macklin Donovan in any data base in the world today which was highly unusual for even the deepest cover secret agent no matter what country he or she was found in. After researching for thirty two straight hours Mel had finally found a small entry that there was told of a possible great great great grandfather of the same name that was a Presidential appointed U.S. Marshal in the late eighteen hundreds. He served the post of Marshal with great distinction. But for reasons Mel could not quite explain all documents as well as any available tin types we're classified and not open too even the best hacker that she could find. Either way Mel hoped too gain as much information that was possible for her too find inside Blackthorne properties including all she could get from Jim Donovan himself. She was grateful for what Jim Donovan and Luther did by saving her life from those things that walked out of that Rift opening. She felt deeply for Bryan Holt the one member of the team that was seriously wounded. But Melody Picard was a Mossad agent down too the bone. Her mission was too gain all available information she could about Blackthorne as well as gaining any and all information on these alien's that they may have in their massive files. She was determined too find out what their goal was then convey it too the appropriate official's.