Concept date: 13th February, 2019
First published: 26th march, 2020.Status: CURRENTLY IN PROGRESS.
Version: WORKING DRAFT COPY.
Age recommendation: 12+
Average Reading Time: Approximately 30 minutes.
Angel-in-charge: Ruth Team Assigned: Team 74
Human Time: 2010AD-1431AH Mission: 778821 - 3 - 2058
NOTES: This episode is considered to be in a 'DRAFT CONDITION' and can be subject to major changes in the storyline.
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| "THE HOLOGRAM IN THE ICE." |
MISSION SUMMARY: "In the Summer of 2010 , Captain Geoffrey 'Jedda' Mulholland of the British Army Parachute Regiment is attempting an incredible journey across the frozen and forbidden continent of Antarctica; alone and unassisted. Should he succeed. 'Jedda' will be the first person in history to complete the perilous journey alone. But within just days, of nearly finishing, the Captain disappears - including his soul - and so, Mr. Tibbs is sent to investigate."
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| "ALXANDRA" Available: 18+ Only |
NOTES: This episode contains mild bad language and sexual references.
"This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental." The Author.
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| 30 Min. |
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| Book series 2. |
"THE HOLOGRAM IN THE ICE."
1. ALONE IN A STRANGE LAND.
1. ALONE IN A STRANGE LAND.
"Well, its being 48 days since I hit the ice and I'm still going - not as strong as I was - but I'm still going. I estimate about another five or six days and I will make it. So balls to 'Stinker' Stephens and Dave 'your a bloody idiot Jedda' Robinson. You two will owe me an ocean of whisky and at least a months supply of takeaways." Geoffrey 'Jedda' Mulholland chuckled and lowered his little 'Sony' camcorder and switched it off. He leaned back on his pack and wiped his face. He wasn't smiling anymore. He shifted awkwardly on the ice sheet and slapped his arms about his heavy coat, letting little melting flakes of ice fly about the small tent. He sighed loudly and thought of Helen - again - and managed a smile. "You were right my love; I'm mad as a box of bats wearing Christmas hats." He whispered and closed his eyes for a few minutes.
He sat up suddenly and tried to shake the tiredness off - well, for a few more minutes - he had to cook something hot to eat. That was an absolute priority; eating some high calorie hot crap, otherwise he would be going nowhere. He scratched his shaggy black beard and tried to decide between pasta crap or potato crap. He did smile at that thought and rummaged through the food sack and found a 'boil in the bag' pasta crap packet. He grabbed up his big plastic cup and pulled open the tent flap. He needed snow for water to boil the bloody thing in. He scrambled out and pulled up his hood and face mask.
"Jesus shit!" He stood on the barren snow and stared towards the horizon; it was ominously black and the sun was going down. "There's a fucking big nasty storm on its way and the wind is already picking up. Time to eat and hunker down for the night." He spoke loudly; he liked the sound of a voice - even if it was his own - in this total frozen wilderness. "At least the other fucking nutters who came here before me, had fucking dogs to talk too." He dug up plenty of fresh snow to boil and found himself laughing about what an old skimo had told him, many years ago, whilst doing winter training for the army. "Don't drink the yellow snow." He shouted and his voice was carried away by the stiff wind. For some reason he shuddered and jumped up. He stared about the ice and gripped the big mug of snow.
"Now I am really losing it. I would have sworn That someone or something was watching me." He whispered the words and looked about hard - again - and dived back in the tent. He lit the stove and watched the snow melt quickly. "Your fucking imagining things Jedda; get a fucking grip or the only place you'll end up is the loony farm. Walls covered with nice soft rubber and your arms strapped around your chest." He managed a smile; "Then, how would you fucking scratch your balls in the morning?" He asked himself and as the water boiled, dropped the pouch in, then followed it with another smaller pouch. "Apple pieces and custard." He grunted and could now hear the wind outside. The wall and roof were moving with sharp slaps and he checked that everything was secure.
He also checked his big watch and rubbed the tiredness from his eyes and face. Another fifteen minutes and his meal would be ready. He pulled his wallet from a pocket deep in his jacket and stared - for the hundredth time - at the small photograph of Helen, sitting on the sofa, smiling in that wonderfully short red dress. He stared at the display of long legs and smiling mouth. Strangely enough; he really liked looking at that smile. "Sweet Jesus girl. I really thought I would miss the bloody love making, but its just your bloody gorgeous smile that keeps me warm." He sighed and stared at the little stove and consulted his big watch again. "Fucking grubs up you nutcase." He said aloud, fumbling in his pocket for his damn spoon.
Jedda ate straight from the pouches - gripped in his gloved hands - so that the hot food warmed both his stomach and his bloody hands. "Keep fucking warm, however you can." He muttered to himself between hurried mouthfuls. One of the many lectures he had sat through floated through his mind. "Bloody Napoleon's men in 1812, trying to survive the fucking Russian Winter use to cut open newly dead horses and climb inside for warmth. Now that's a real grasp of how to to fucking survive against the odds." He chuckled and finished the pasta crap, licking the spoon. "Mind you, it didn't last long. Then they ate the fucking poor bugger." He added to his one sided conversation and nodded in agreement with his own statement.
He set about the second pouch with equal relish and soon finished it. He sat back and smiled; "A fucking nice cup of hot coffee using the boiled water and than some damn sleep." He spoke to himself and scratched his beard; Helen would really moan about it. She hated his beards, said they irritated her face - and other parts - when they kissed or made love. He laughed out loud. "You wouldn't let me near you with this fucker." He grinned and thought about her body close against his; the small, the softness, the bloody warmth. He sighed; "I'm having erotic thoughts and all I can damn think about is her body being so fucking warm."
"You would look a right prat if you failed to call in and they sent a helicopter and found you were just asleep. You would be a right bell end." He said softly and rubbed his eyes again. He was dozing and silly little fragments of dreams floated about his mind. Helen's thighs seemed to be a major part of them. The noise of the wind made his rise up a little and yawn; the tent was flapping and moving with the obvious violent gusts. "That's some fucking storm gathering out there." He told himself and checked his watch; ten minutes to go. He pulled the phone from a pocket in his jacket and carefully removed the heavy duty over and activated the phone. He grimaced; it was showing a weak signal. "How can you have a fucking weak signal, when the bloody satellite should be above this frozen shithole about now."
That's when Jedda heard a noise above the howling wind. He had no idea what it was; in all his days on the ice; he hadn't heard a noise like that at night - or during the day - and so he eased himself up and tried to listen, concentrating hard. He grabbed up the little camcorder and switched it on; he spoke directly into camera; "Its almost time to call in and I can hear something outside - above even the bloody wind, which is bad - It sounds like...and I'm not fucking going nuts here...like an old steam train. That's the closest thing I can think of." He stopped speaking and rubbed his face, now shouting at the camera; "Did you fucking hear that! Did you fucking hear that! I'm not imagining anything, there's something outside the fucking tent making that noise..."
He dropped the camcorder with surprise as his watch alarm sounded. With shaking hands, he switched off the alarm and grabbed up the phone and hit 'speed dial'. He was breathing really deeply now and waited as his call was connected. He stared up at the bright night sky; the tent was gone and the flying snow poured over him. "What the fucking hell!" He screamed in shock and amazement. The phone slipped from his hand and fell gently into the snow now accumulating, where the tent floor had been. He stared hard into the darkness, now illuminated by bright yellow light and said quietly; "Oh Fuck!"
2. BRITISH ANARCTIC EXPEDITION SATION.
"A 33-year-old American man has become the first person to cross Antarctica alone and unassisted. Explorer Colin O'Brady finished in 53 days, ahead of British Army Captain Louis Rudd, 49, after an epic race across the ice.
Both men set out on 3 November to complete the journey, which killed a British ex-Army officer two years ago. The 921-mile (1,482km) trek took them across the coldest continent on Earth in some of the most extreme conditions."
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Both men set out on 3 November to complete the journey, which killed a British ex-Army officer two years ago. The 921-mile (1,482km) trek took them across the coldest continent on Earth in some of the most extreme conditions."
BBC report here; US man finishes solo race across Antarctica - BBC News
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