Cacheman’s World Adventure

laurentyvan · April 13, 2004 7:27AM

Cacheman’s World Adventure

“Flight 717 now boarding for Frankfurt Germany-last call for flight 717, now boarding.”
(Scott comes running up to the counter at the last moment)
“Puff, puff, excuse me Miss– I have a ticket for this flight-sorry I’m late”
Frosty silence followed by the following exchange:
“You know we have rules about boarding at the last minute.”
“Yes Miss, I know, but the delay was unavoidable. “
“I’ll have to search your bags-you’ve triggered one of our warning signs-last minute boarding.”
“Look miss, I wanted to get here at least an hour ago but the taxi driver had a flat and he had no spare and I have a right to get on that plane.”
“Sir, at Firenza airlines we balance rights with security-where are your bags?”
“I’ve checked them in-they must be on the airplane.”
“Then we’ll have to hold the flight until we make sure you haven’t brought anything on board that’s prohibited. Where’s your carry on?”
Sound of Scott’s carry on bag hitting the boarding desk with a clunk.
“There you go-nothing to declare.”
“This is seriously overweight-what’s in it??
“Well, coins and medals I’m taking to Germany. You see I’m a big Goetz fan and he’s a medalist of the early 20th century and I’m in the process of setting up a website that details his work and life history and I have the opportunity to show these to-”
“Never mind-what’s your itinerary?”
“Well, We will be going to Osnabrück to see Künker and Olding, Essen to see Pater, and Kassel/Espanau to see Moeller.”
WHOOOP! WHOOOP! WHOOOP! (Sound of airport siren going off, followed by the sounds of running feet, yells, a scuffle, and the clink of handcuffs being applied)
“What the, what are you doing”!!?
“Don’t move mister! Hands where I can see them!” (Sounds of a Glock chambering a round).
“Allright Jenny, open that bag-we’ve got this guy where we want him.”
Long drawn out whistle and sounds of coins and medals being removed from cases.
Worse yet, sounds of coins and medals hitting the floor.
“NOOOOOOOO, not my K578!!!!” Sounds of a renewed struggle followed by the sodden thump of a gunbutt against a human skull, then silence.
“Yeah this is the guy we’re looking for-part of a terrorist German group-he even named off several of them when I asked him for his itinerary. And look at this stuff, medals of Hitler, here’s several of naked men, one of a woman being raped, it’s disgusting!”
“Not only that, look at this note-addressing him as Cacheman-obviously a codename.”
“Well, let’s get him out of here and into the interrogation room.”
“What about his bags on the plane?”
“Alert Frankfurt to send them back when they arrive-the plane already took off. Tell them to send them back only after a thorough search-this guy’s not going anywhere.”