NCIS: Double Up

Exeter Airport, the busiest airport in the South West and also the closest to a small secondary school known as Coombeshead Academy which had a group of terrorists for English teachers, not that many people actually knew that.

NCIS Agents Thomas Cane and Jacob Penguin had intercepted intel that these teachers-turned-terrorists were planning something big that started quite simply with putting a couple of bombs onto a couple of planes before anyone realised what they were doing.

            “So she certain that the Intel points to today?” Tom questioned Gibbs over the radio.

            “When has she ever gotten anything wrong when it comes to something like this?” Gibbs responded.

            “Yes, we know,” Jack replied. “But if they are just going on holiday then we have no cause to arrest them and our cover will be blown.”

            “We have other agents in that school,” Gibbs attempted to support the stupidity in the plan.

            “Yes, but none that know the school like we do,” Tom explained as he over took a rather odd looking van. “Just get her to triple check the data, we don’t want to get this wrong.”

            “Will do,” Gibbs agreed with a sigh before hanging up the phone.

            “Van?” Jack questioned.

            “Definitely Druiff and apparently Logan,” Tom agreed. “If we don’t stop them I am going to shoot myself. We questioned him for the best part of a year and he came off clean.”

            “Maybe they turned him when he got back?” Jack suggested.

            “We can’t stop them here,” Tom noted as he sped up to over take the next car and phone Emma.

            “Why not?” Jack questioned.

            “Because they have apparently been able to arrange a school trip,” Tom snarled as Emma answered the phone.

            “Hello, what’s up?” she asked politely.

            “Multiple things: One: grab your sister and bring her to the airport. Two: We are going to need cover to prevent the take off of any of the planes. Three: There will be a van with the number plate Bravo Charlie 56 Hotel Foxtrot Yankee,” Tom relayed.

            “Van of number plate BC56 HFY?” she questioned

            “Yes,” Jack agreed. “In the back of it will be some students from Coombeshead, we need you to get them out.”

            “Will do,” Emma agreed before grabbing Connie from her room and rushing for the Portal.

            “Why don’t we use the Portal?” Jack questioned.

            “Because it is far less dangerous to drive than it is to use the Portal over short distances. But she can’t drive and will likely arrive too late if she could,” Tom elaborated as he sped up even more in order to beat the terrorist/child abductors to the airport.

Once at the airport the two of them rushed through the entrance and sat down on one of the benches while they waited for Emma and Connie to show up. In a blinding white flash they both stumbled into the room as the portal destabilized behind them.

            “That took a while,” Emma complained as they approached the boys sat on the bench. “They here yet?”

            “Not yet,” Tom informed. “The others are on their way, but I’ve been thinking, the kids will likely be brought into the airport to keep up the school trip cover and also to try and remove the blame from them if the bombs explode.”

            “If the kids see us and then go back to school then it could blow the entire operation,” Jack warned.
            “Bingo,” Tom nodded as a pillar of red smoke engulfed Connie and Emma, before dissipating to reveal two twenty-something young ladies. “Get the children out,” Tom ordered. “We’ll deal with the luggage.”

Tom and Jack headed in the direction of the sorting conveyor belts while Emma and Connie worked on getting onto the flight. As they brought their tickets, Druiff and Logan arrived giving Emma her cue to begin bringing in large amounts of cloud and fog in the hopes of delaying the take-off of the plane. Tom and Jack eventually realised that they did not have any luggage and instead were relying on small carry-on bags.

            “Emma just confirmed they are going to Heathrow,” Jack explained. “And the amount of bags they have just happens to be enough to catch every plane taking-off within hours of their landing completely off-guard.”

            “They can take out most of the international planes in a matter of hours,” Tom complained. “But how would you not get caught? You know, going through all of the extra security.”

            “Lead, their entire bag is laced with lead…” Jack confirmed as they moved away from the conveyor belt and back towards the door.

            “We’ve got to get on that plane. Now,” Tom declared as they took of running for the checkpoint.