Mission 3 Part 6

Emmy followed him as close as possible in the limo while relaying directions to Ryan via their ear buds.
“You’ll never catch it,” Q taunted. “It’s scheduled to depart right about now. You’re too late.”
“Shut up,” Chris growled.
“You think you’re so tough, boy?” Q laughed.
Chris growled again and reached towards his belt, he pulled out a Tazer gun and promptly tazed her. Q slumped against the window, unconscious.
“Thank you,” Michelle said.
“No problem,” Chris replied.
“Have him turn left here,” Pat ordered. Emmy did as she was told. Soon they arrived at a train station, where the train that was loaded with TNW’s was ready to depart.
“Hurry, catch that train before it leaves!” Kayla urged, hopping out of the limo and running towards the train. Ryan and Laz were already ahead of her. The whole team charged towards the train. The ticket holder held them up, however.
“Hold on a minute!” the ticket holder exclaimed, not allowing them to pass through the gate in order to board the train. “You can’t board that train until I see some tickets.”
“But, we don’t have time!” Kayla nearly screamed. “We’re from IMF, just let us through!”
“Ha,” the ticket holder laughed. “You think that by making up some government name that you can talk me into letting you in here? Why didn’t you at least use the F.B.I. or something?”
“I hate it when this happens,” Ryan groaned. He turned to Kayla. “We don’t have time for this, I’m going after that train.”
“How? We can’t just kill the ticket holder, he’s just doing his job.”
The train was starting to leave the station now and time was running out.
Ryan grinned. “You take care of the ticket holder, nicely. I’ll see how this baby goes on the open road.” He jerked his thumb towards the Porsche.
Ryan ran over to the Porsche and hopped in.
“Wait!” Laz called. “Let me come!”
“No way,” Ryan shouted. “It’s too dangerous.”
“How’s it any dangerous than what we were going to do in the first place?”
Ryan started to answer and then stopped. “You know, I’m sure there’s a great response to that, but I can’t think of one right now.”
“So I can come?”
Ryan shook his head. “No,” and then he was off.

Meanwhile, Timothius was trying to persuade the ticket holder to let them through.
“Say,” Timothius said with a sly grin. “Do you want some gum?” he held up a piece of red and green gum.
“Sure,” the ticket holder said.
“Tim!” Kayla yelled. “Don’t!”
Tim threw up his hands. “I was just kidding!”

Ryan raced towards the train in his Porsche and hopped the tracks until he was right up next to it. The train was gathering speed now and he was having difficulty keeping up. He managed to keep pace with it though and get right up next to the back end.
“Okay,” Ryan said to himself. “Now what?” He sighed. “I should think these things through more.”
Suddenly, Ryan could hear the sound of a helicopter flying above him. No, scratch that, two helicopters. He looked up to see who they were. To Ryan’s great relief, they were both bearing the IMF insignia on the side.
“Yeah Jordan, I love you man!” Ryan exclaimed. Ryan couldn’t see who was piloting the second helicopter, but he had a hunch that it might be Joy.
The helicopter flew right above the train and someone dropped from a cable onto the top of the train, he or she instantly grabbed onto to any handhold that he or she could find so he or she would not be blown off.
Ryan squinted as hard as he could to see who it was, but he could not see who he or she was, as it was too dark. Thus we will have to continue to refer to the mystery person as he or she, as we do not yet know the gender of the person and would not want to be partial towards either side and possibly cause an unintentional and ugly battle of the sexes on our blog.
The person crawled carefully to the very back of the train and he or she motioned for Ryan to pull up behind the train.
“Hop onto the tracks, is he crazy?” Ryan cried. “Or she,” he added. Ryan shrugged. “Well, I’ve never met anyone more crazy than me, so what the heck?”
He hopped onto the track and traveled bumpily towards the train. The person, who had still not been designated male or female yet, appeared to unhook something. All of the sudden, a ramp fell down from the train, right in front of the Porsche. Sparks flew up in the air from where the ramp was rubbing against the tracks and there was a loud screeching noise.
“What’s a ramp doing on a train?” Ryan wondered aloud. He shrugged; he’d seen weirder things before. Ryan pulled up onto the ramp and the person, who was now recognizable enough to be classified as a woman, hooked the Porsche onto the back of the train so it would not fall off.
Ryan jumped out of the car and onto the very back end of the train. “Hey, thanks for the lift,” he thanked the girl standing there.
The girl looked up, revealing her face, it was Cathy. “No problem, the others are already boarding the train now, let’s go.”
They busted open the back door of the train and stepped inside. Two guards quickly met them; Ryan pistol-whipped the first one with his Glock and Cathy shot the second one.
“Nice,” Ryan commented.
“Thank you,” Cathy replied. “Come on, we need to find those TNW’s, they could be anywhere on this train.”
They went from car to car, searching for any sign of the TNW’s, but all they found were vicious guards. They quickly took care of these and continued searching. The next door they came to was already open.
“Careful,” Ryan warned. “Don’t just charge in there; they could be waiting for us.”
They snuck in carefully and ran straight into Emmy and Kayla.
“Emmy! Kayla! Am I glad to see you!” Cathy exclaimed. Ryan agreed wholeheartedly.
“Have you found the TNW’s yet?” Cathy asked.
Emmy shook her head. “Not yet, we’ve searched all the cars except this last one ahead of us,” she pointed towards the next doorway. “Timothius is setting a charge on that one right now.”
The followed her finger and saw that Timothius was planting explosives on the door in front of them. The reason they were blowing the door open, as they could now see, was because the door was made out of steel and wouldn’t budge otherwise.
Laz and Michelle were standing beside Timothius, helping him set the charges. “This has to be it,” Laz said excitedly. “All the other doors are wooden. Why else would this one be made of steel?”
“And it’s the only car we haven’t searched,” Michelle added.
Ryan counted all of them over and over again; he frowned. “Are we missing someone?”
“Chris and Zach were dropped off at the very front so they could deal with the conductor and stop the train,” Kayla explained. “I’m not sure where Pat is.”
“I knew he would run off the first chance he got,” Ryan glared at Timothius.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be back,” Timothius assured him, trying to sound more confident than he felt.
Timothius stepped back and motioned for them to do the same. They all gathered in the car behind them and shut the door. Ryan noticed that Timothius was wearing a shiny, new Rolex watch.
Ryan grinned. “I’ve been wanting to use that one.”
“All right everyone shield your ears!” Timothius commanded. He turned the dial on his watch and a couple seconds later there was a loud explosion and the door burst open.
Timothius opened the door of the car that they were in and walked slowly into the next car with his assault rifle ready. They rest of the team followed close behind him. They crept quietly through what was left of the steel door and looked around. There in front of them were five… suitcases.
“Wait,” Zach said. “These aren’t TNW’s, these are suitcases!”
“They’re small nukes,” Ryan said, with a knowing look. “That’s what the T stands for, Transportable Nuclear Weapons.”
“No,” Timothius shook his head. “It stands for Tactical Nuclear Weapons.”
Ryan folded his arms defiantly. “Well I think transportable makes more sense.”
“Well,” Emmy said. “Let’s go get them.”
“Wait,” Kayla warned, but it was too late. Emmy stepped forward towards the TNW’s and suddenly they heard a clicking sound. A net with heavy weights on the ends fell from the ceiling and trapped everyone in the room underneath it.
“She booby-trapped it!” Emmy cried.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Kayla said.
Emmy pushed out her bottom lip and gave an apologetic look. “I’m sorry.”
Suddenly the door in front of them burst open and a woman stepped forward.
“Q!” they exclaimed.

To be continued next week... which means it will be posted next week... as in on Tuesday... at whatever time.