an ugly sweater is better than a naked flame ?
Oleg, during Johnny's talk over the phone, he is playing some music off a flash drive through the car stereo, it's peppered with Ukranian Nationalism slogans, yet he turns it way down as they approach the outer, heavy steel plate gate.
Johnny: he is dressed in his set of the well tailored Khaki factory work floor clothes issued by The Consortium's mandated uniform dress code, he is finishing a chat with his mentor , Mehbooba Mufti
-election-in-the-assembly-constituency-will-be-a-mini-plebiscite-in-troubled-valley/
she is warning him of stories brewing in the Indian press, that his consortium included monies transferred from the Gandhi family and possible hidden coffers of Congress party....
** Johnny's family, of course has some history with the Gandhi tribe, through their long service in the Diplomatic Corp, and he knows Rahul / Gandhi fever , who was ahead of him, graduating at Cambridge a few years before Johnny began his studies, they are both mutually acquainted via initiatives with Sir Peter Nolan /Peter_Nolan
yet Johnny, he says over Oleg's banter with the guards and their variant radio chatter noise , , still talking into his mobile blue-tooth jawbone: " I am telling you : this is another attempt to create perception of scandal, it is pure muck raking , it is all only about a recent gesture, a funding procurement for public education allowing Indian students to apply to internships in public service work in our Peace zone, through our non profit educational institution. We are also working on winter semester education programs , that can give opportunity for Ukrainian students to attend study programs In Jammu, Kashmir and perhaps even , /Bihar.
Mehbooba: "Yet your manufacturing positions, the technology is going to be open source ?
there are growing rumors about the true origins of The Consortium's chip technology.....That it was stolen, the log books for the International Patent applications are being questioned.....
Are the Business affiliates of Congress Party, they will get more early access to it ? "
Johnny : well yes, our integrated circuit designer, he has some Congress party affiliation, that ios and processor design, it's all still quite hush-0 hush. In short time, it will be open source, when we are through testing it's functionality, I am telling you my dear lady, that there are problems, Ukraine also wants it to be proprietary, for their native industry, for a five year period, and that's impossible for our investors, the Russians have got an informer into our research lab, at this point, they know most of it, I am thinking now, how to advise the dialog with the Chinese manufacturing groups , they have offered lucrative proposals to license the smart motion processor technology.
Mehbooba: I have to go now, Jamar-iji, trust your instincts, we need you, not now, yet soon, more than ever. By the way, send my regards to your sister if you see her. ਹੁਣ ਲਈ ਅਲਵਿਦਾ !
Umid , he's texting his group contacts : going into the site, arriving soon:
as they leave, Johnny, he is also speaking with his Baluchistan friend from the cricket team ,
Lakhprem:, "things are going mostly okay here,
Johnny : how is your investor's conference shaping up my friend ?"
conversation, (unintelligible to Umid's ears )
OLEG, he stops the Land cruiser hard at the security checkpoint,
pops out and opens the door for Umid , ]
the inner guard gate has a dog : Sashyem, he doesn't get up at first , yet as his grey eyes upon Oleg, he lunges to his feet , as he gets treats, scraps of tasty fat Oleg saves for him
Oleg has the bit from the end of a Salami,
he bends slightly down, like a rough curtsy, to give the dog his treat : Then one of the guards approaches wearing tan and black uniform with the ЛЗД logo
the gate man Checks Umid's Documents : Nods
they jump back in the SUV,
OLEG HITS THE GAS, while it is a short distance to the back parking area, he knows Johnny has a "time is money" attitude.
Johnny, still talking into his mobile blue-tooth jawbone: the investment portfolio financial triggers will revise delivery targets , if we get slowed down by more of this bureaucracy from the IMF ! They are not that important, only for my basic operations, not the business models, I am simply working hard to give everyone the best standard of living as I can !
Oleg, he is feeling rough : his 15 year old daughter, Vanna , who told him earlier in the day, that a teacher had insinuated payment of a bribe at the public school she attends in Khmelnytskyi_Oblast
, and he also knows that there is some scandal that she is dating a boy from Donetsk, from a family of refugees who are rumored to be gangsters. He had texted her a small cash transfer, yet she had not responded with a thanks or returned his calls earlier in the day.
Oleg knows some local wise guys, \ and later he will make a phone call to have his friends check this boy from Donetsk out, who is charming his daughter, Vanna.
As Umid studies his tablet , he electronically signs the Non disclosure agreement, imports his photo onto the form of admission to the factory for displaying on his tablet.
Oleg, since guns are prohibited inside the factory construction site, he is placing his weapons in the electronically secured lock box, at the rear of the Land cruiser and checking for any new messages from Vanna.
Oleg, he keeps his telescoping combat baton secured in his cargo pants at his left leg .
Several cargo transport trucks appear following them and they move on ,
disappearing down a sloped ramp into the maw of the complex.
Now rolling swiftly to a swift stop at the East end, a gravel covered parking area of the site,
to Umid, his first impression is that from this end, it looks from this end, rather derelict, yet a transport truck arrives with 9 workers all in Khaki,
except for one woman in Green ( Vera, their supervisor)
and he can hear a lot of noise, a rumble of noise muted by the semi subterranean complex.
Johnny while he waves to her (Vera) , the crew supervisor, he does not stop to chit chat with her.
as they are stopping, he dons a matching khaki work cap, he gets out, goes to the rear and grabs a canvas tote bag, then he scans it's bar code to an app in his phone, after a brief pause, he gets a destination coordinate, where they will go.
He also needs to check in at his official government office of the factory to approve some of his government worker's pay ratings.
He gives Umid his hard hat and makes sure it's properly adjusted to Umid's Swarthy, bronzed forehead. Umid gives a squinty smile, they march off quickly through the rear end of the site, like something for a paint ball war game, it even shows some 3 year old paint ball splatters here and there :
From the opposite end of the LMW construction site:
***********
Jenna, Tsho, Sveta in the W-111 w-111-tales.html
They wait in a short backup of traffic to the factory construction site entrance : Having got in phone contact with Johnny , they had arranged a time to meet someplace in the factory, they arriving just a few minutes before Johnny, but coming in from opposite sides through the main, West entrance.
Jenna, she notices some kids playing on an APC in a field outside the gates of the factory, she asks Tcho, Is that all right for them to be there ?
Tsho : yes it's been cleared of mines and explosives, they are going to make a war monument there soon , that's not the actual Ukrainian APC there, but the same type as what was destroyed in the battles outside here, 3 years ago.
Pulling up to the main security gate in the Mercedes W-111, the guards simply wave them through, Jenna snapping a quick set of pics as they pull up and saying "Privyet" briefly, flashing her press badge and appreciating how handsome one of the guards looks, she gives him a hint of a smile.
There is a Soviet era bus stop inside the old factory area , Tcho pulls up quickly and he parks somewhat near it's right side. They all get out, Svetlana , stows her weapons in the magnetically locked gun safe she brought and stored in the W-111 trunk (keeping her ceramic knife) she looks around, there is a tree line in the distance that could easily conceal a sniper, with a more high profile client, other than this reporter, she'd handle the entrance to the factory differently.
Tsholekolo : Okay, let's go!
with his distinctive, Miner's style gait , he leads them over to a temporary construction trailer along the side of the main building , crews are actively setting up vertically mounted solar panels on the grey black South facing walls . The Construction trailer bears shipping marks, showing it was of German origin. There are other trailers, with Polish and perhaps Czech markings , various logos like onyxsolar.com pasted on the trailers , where workers come and go , waiting in small lines.
They go inside and see it looks like a normal office, there is a security check in desk, Jenna gets her photo taken, they print it and laminate it into a visitor's pass on less than 7 minutes she has a hard hat on and the clearance pass.
There is an enclosed hallway to their right, like the same as at an airport going to board the plane, although a little less refined, fiber board backed sheet metal, painted white, with sun tunnels every 5 meters to light the way. At the end is a door, also like an aircraft door, waiting at a standing desk just like an airport , the woman hearing their steps rounding the curved hallway, she greets them, checking her tablet that she carries on her neck from a leather band, she is a wry looking middle aged lady, dressed in grey, the same style uniform as all the others , sleeve zippers, a button down front, well fitted pants with small cargo pockets : SHE SAYS IN ENGLISH:
"Hi there, I am Valentina, I will be your guide through the site, Tsho , you are not wearing your hard hat again, why do you insist on keeping your Fedora ? You know our floor safety manager will bother us again about it ?"
Tsho : I wear my hat in the mines and when you need me in the sub-basement I'll bring it , but
not today , as I want to look stylish for the photography team from Japan : I am a big fan of Kenzei's work! Valentina : Miss Trimble, are you ready ? your hard hat has hearing protector clip ins, you may want to get them on, I will wear mine now, she puts on her hat carefully so as not to disturb her stylish glasses and clips in the ear plugs dangling from the helmet.
Opening the hermetic door, a massive sound differential emerges , Valentina motioning for them to move quickly through, so as not to overwhelm the activity in the office.
THE large hangar like building has a lengthy raised assembly platform, workers are high above on a narrow scaffolding system apparently traveling on a roller track, at the roof to wall interface, they are setting electrical for lighting, and fiber -optic cable it appears....
Further down, to their right , there is a gently sloping, graded, underpass and Jenna's hearing picks up a roar of a machine coming up through it, in the dimming light of dusk, coming through the semi translucent ceiling, she can't quite see it at first, then she realizes that it is a T-64 Tank
guide-russian-t-64-tanks-donbas and she quickly sees that it's cannon has been fitted with an hydraulic grappling hook, it's carrying a huge bundle of steel pipe and conduits and going quickly away from them spewing a cloud she can start to smell it, perhaps of biodiesel. She is normally quick with her camera, yet she was so caught up in absorbing the entire scene that she missed her chance to get a photo of it rounding the corner and rotating the huge bundle of pipe and conduit to make the turn.....
the moment has a surreal quality for her, the hum of machines, people's voices, footsteps, banging and thumping noises everywhere, she has never heard quite heard a soundscape like it. She hooks into the audio and a body camera , while it has a sdm card , it also has an internal mirror drive.
Workers are coming and going past them, carrying tool boxes and parts items thrown into hand carts, many of them nodding and shouting greetings to Tsho : apparently his popularity has imported a new slogan into the region "Amandla ! Awethu ! ,
Tcho's early arrival, the story of the rough landing, the car, and his work with the miners and the children of the community, he's clearly a popular and charismatic figure with the factory workers.
Jenna, she asks : Valentina, how was this matter of the T-64 tank retrofitting not noticed by the press coverage so far ?' It's a fairly brilliant reworking of a war machine...
Valentina : speaking loudly over the noise, she appears to have 2 voices, one for the quiet of the office and one for the factory floor " Call me Valya, my dear, yes it's all at the request of
The Consortium, while we have a lot of funding, there are big incentives to save money with original thinking, we need discretion, to keep these matters inside our walls a secret until construction is further along. In short time, there will be a grand moment for the media, all our workers are checked for cameras and they know pictures aren't allowed, we heavily edit the memory cards of the journalism teams coming through, they can get their unapproved photos later, yet we also check their reputations and screen them for trustworthiness , as we did for you, we have hopes that all of our approved journalists will want approvals to hurry back as things progress further here. The military hardware in our factory, the inventory and agreements are actually listed in hidden sections of the Minsk 3 agreement.
Valentina, aware of the perception and perils of the didactic, Soviet style press attache, she stops talking, checks her tablet : Ah Johnny and his comrade Umid, from Uzbekistan, they have entered from the East end, we can follow the tank that just passed and meet them in the middle for the week's end concrete pour.
and at that point, a giant rolling concrete mixing cylinder, being towed by an Armored personnel carrier comes roaring past them, also bellowing bio-diesel fumes and looking totally steampunk.
There appear to be road markings and markings for foot traffic, and further down a man speaking into a military grade radio who appears to be a traffic director with a reflective vest, flags and a serious laser pointer, yet it's only wide enough on the side that they they can see for one way traffic of big vehicles and clearly more vehicles are coming in from their left, swerving into the pedestrian walk areas at control points.
It's a long, long space and the tank has grown small in the distance, Jenna can see that her phone signal isn't working, and in the same moment she says "let's go find Johnny and follow the tank into battle ! " she grins in an unusual way, and they all starting walking quickly,
Tsho is nodding to various workers he knows, as they go on down the line, even doing special handshakes with some of the men, and the women, for Jenna , it's a surprise how many of the workers are women:
Valentina, she strikes a mean pace, Jenna feeling like she needs to convert from a fast walk to a light trot to keep up with her, before long they get to the forward line of construction, emerging from the roofed over area , just before that,
Tcho : stopping off to talk with Alslanyi , the crew leader of the Tatarski construction brigade who is supervising the assembly of the roof trusses to the still unclad wall structures .
Jenna, lagging behind the mean pace of Valya, Svetlana and simply absorbing the scale of the construction activity <
Svetlana (having said nothing so far, other than hi, how are you today? to ) Valya, the three women arrive at the apparent center, the can see it is being built from the opposite direction, physical string lines and a surveyor team is working in the area , along with a form setter crew, steel and reinforcing iron workers have a production area going outside the exterior wall line, with a plank bridge over the wall foundation trench
They arrive in the midst of what appears to be a heated argument between the construction foreman, and a factory construction supervisor, a yellow cloth flag is at the center of the men and a worker, and also a black cloth.
Valya: , she tries to listen in, and translate, roughly what is going on : "Our workers at the factory have a status they are all rated as individual referees, each is given three flags to throw down : a red flag indicates a problem with safety , a yellow flag indicates a problem with construction quality, any issue relating to any question of variance from standards as entered on the construction drawings and plans (she indicates a plan table over to the side, at which there are several sets of workers at several sets of plans, structural, mechanical, electrical.
Every worker can throw down the flag, when they do that they signal electronically to their area manager who must come to hear them in less than 2 minutes time, even if the manager has to run for it : In this case, the black flag has been thrown to the ground, which indicates that this worker has called into issue the matter of personal respect, that perhaps his supervisor or the foreman has disrespected his call to address some quality issue.
Jenna: she sees, that there is a man in the same cut factory issue uniform , yet green, he is sitting in some sort of all terrain wheel chair sorting through the apparent dispute, she approaches cautiously, Svetlana, shadowing her to her left. It appears that he is a soldier missing most of his right leg and his left foot, she can not tell, at first if he is a Ukraine Army Veteran or Russian, his name she soon learns is Sergey ; he has odd looking prosthetic type attachments, almost like a sort of looking like the limbs of a giant were attached , with unformed ends , with some sort of electronic interface and tubing, electrical connections coming off his chair
Sergey : all his attention is focused at the talk between the foreman, the worker and their supervisor, she missed most of what has been said, all that she catches is :
Sergey : "GO, fix it quickly, stop wasting time now and he turns to the supervisor : how is this possible, where was your review according to the standard protocol ? why did your worker catch the problem ? Redundant pipe does not mean that it gets forgotten !
Tak, hurry it up, get some workers with shovels, move the wet concrete, drill holes quickly in the sides of the form and push it through, cut any rebar out if it's in the way : this pipe has a control number, be sure you reference the correct type and sizing as indicated at the plan! (he is writing some notes into a touch screen held by or attached to his prosthetic hand as he speaks.
(name with held ) the supervisor : Our men worked late last night getting this ready, the schedule is pushed too hard, the pipe indicated it says "redundant" on the plans, they thought it wasn't important.
Sergey: you know from your employment agreement that all elements of the construction plans have to be implemented without exception, as a working collective, we all have to answer for omissions and errors from the plans !\
The supervisor trots quickly over to the surveyor team, asking a younger man to help, another worker comes with the physical plans, and another appears soon from climbing over the wet area of the pour on an improvised work gang plank of aluminum with a large tool box, the man with the box , he sees
Tcho approaching, and Tsho exclaims "My drill man!"
The man Ivan, he grins and yells out "Amandla ! человек !
Ivan: looks quickly over the plans to study the missing redundant pipe and find the correct hole saw to drill through the reusable plywood concrete form, it's been filled and back patched many times, and the wood has many spray painted notes that are partly painted over, the young surveyor is plotting and verifying the location with a laser device, adjusting it a little up and to the left, they bring a power cord and for the huge heavy hand held drill motor, a giant size, 170 millimeter drill bit is fitted up. They mark the center of the hole with a punch as workers quickly start to clear the wet concrete from the other side from where they are about to drill.
Jenna is watching all this happen, they are standing back, the concrete mixer is roaring, keeping the concrete moving, another T-64 tank comes from the opposite direction bringing spools of wire, it is all very loud , Valya is taking a phone call over to the side, Tsho is texting into his phone (for some reason his phone works here)
what they do not notice, as it is behind them, is that workers are going after the large pile of pipes and conduit that had been thrown across a flat bed work truck, they cut one steel strap band that holds one end of the mixed pile of pipes together and a worker, struggling to get the correct pipe from the middle of the pile almost gets it out and then.... as he twists it, to free it from the compression of the remaining band, the last band snaps, and heavy pipes start rolling down off the pile , coming directly at Jenna and Tsho he does not hear it, as he is partly hearing impaired from his work with noisy equipment , the pipes are very long, more than 30 feet, and they start to scissor outward with near friction free, blinding speed.
Jenna, she sees all this start to happen out of the corner of her eye, as the first , second pipe pops toward her from the back of the truck,
she experiences a thought empty moment, where her Capoeira training takes over and she starts a rotating motion of the dance technique, something associated with avoiding being beaten by poles, that the Brazilian slaves developed, changing from standing vertically to whirling horizontally, her left foot lands briefly and she sees that Tsho is about to be hit by another pipe scissoring in a different plane and she instinctively enters into an attack move she had briefly learned called "the Python " she grabs Tsho by his head, her hard hat having flown off in the first spin, his fedora she pushes off as she grabs his head with her right arm, her left arm grabs him firmly about his stomach, and she launches them back into the underside of the flat bed truck behind the rear wheels , as they are about to land on the hard dirt and gravel of the work area, the rest of the pipes start to roll off the truck bed making RAPID, bell like, enormously clanging sounds.
Valya: she is seeing, hearing all of this this from a distance and she is horrified, as it looks like Tsho and Jenna have gotten buried under the pile of heavy pipe.
Meanwhile Johnny , as he he is approaching from one of the underpasses, he sees all this happening from the distance , as he watches the men pull the pipe from the pile, the second band holding the pile together, snapping, Jenna flying into the air, grabbing Tcho and their getting lost behind or in the giant pile of huge pipes,
Johnny : he drops his canvas tote and starts into a sprint, screaming in his mind No, No , nooooooo !
he comes across a heavy steel lanyard cable looped across the walkway, with several steel buckets near it, he calls up his cricket match glory days and executes a hurdle over the cable and buckets, only to see that his landing zone is a large area of leaked hydraulic fluid, he slips badly, rolls on his elbow, but ends up slightly planting the side of his face in the black greasy fluid and dirt, the moment does not stop him, he gets up quickly, being careful not to slip again and hurries over to check what was going on, his heart beating hard with anxiety about Jenna and Tsho
As Johnny approaches, he sees Tsho stooping slightly upright, under the tail of the big transport flat bed truck, starting to straddle the still shifting pile of pipes, and reaching down to give his hand to
Jenna: Tsho pulling her slowly up, he has a serious look on his face,
she groans a little , then says "hey no worries, I'll be popping in smashing form"
Svetlana: who had her attention shifted by the supervisor, apparently she knew him and perhaps there is some hostility, she didn't trust him and could see he was a hot head , she was just a little too far away and in the wrong place to do anything when it all happens, she darts in and clambers the unsafe pipe pile to assist in getting Jenna across it , while her left hand makes safe, the remnants of the pile pile from continuing to roll off the back of the truck:
Johnny : he is rushing up,
just as Jenna starts to insist that she can stand :
In the meantime, the Photographer, Kenzei shows up with his tripod, he quickly sets it up and starts to shoot, the supervisor is again getting more upset, carrying a big pipe wrench,approaching Kenzei,
Svetlana moves to stand between them, her hand near her ceramic knife.
Tsho, dusting the dirt off his suit, straightens his tie a bit and he turns and addresses the workers who caused all this mayhem:
Tsho: (imitating Sam Jackson to perfection)
I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my
fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T., I'm the Guns of the Navarone!
IN FACT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOIN' IN THE BACK? YOU'RE THE MOTHERFUCKER
WHO SHOULD BE ON BRAIN DETAIL! We're fuckin' switchin'! I'm washin' the
windows, and you're pickin' up this digger's skull!
and he stops, waits just half a second and starts to chuckle:
he says to the men who caused the accident :
"big pardon guys , I was just checking you too
be more careful next time, safety first ! More so around the ladies ."
Umid had rushed up as well , carrying Johnny's canvas tote, having heard / seen Tsho doing the impressively dramatic Sam Jackson quote, surveying the scene, he sees blood coming from Jenna's ankle, staining her Turquoise running shoes.
Umid calls out (his voice is piercing, seems to penetrate the entire space : Medic, get a medical worker over here ! he approaches from her left, where the blood is dripping onto the floor
and offers Jenna his shoulder to lean on.
Jenna feels a wincing pain at her achilles heel and sees the blood, she remembers the slicing cut from the ends of one of the steel bands flying with the speed of a snake's tongue through the air as she grappled Tsho downward, into the pocket behind the truck. Another photographer shows up, and Valya, wishing to get away from this place, she halts a passing open air jeep, asking them to take them to the medical station closer to the start of the factory.
Johnny wants to go with them, yet he's made a commitment to help finish some steps in the concrete, during all this they've started to finish putting the redundant pipe through the form and are restarting to pour the concrete to the end of the formed section.
Johnny to Jenna, she is sitting in the Jeep seat now , he says "I am so terribly sorry to see you hurt and it's best it looks like, to get you to our hospital for an examination, as he sees a bruise on her wrist as well, he touches it ever so gently : you should elevate that !.
Jenna smiles : I'll be fine Johnny, it's only a scratch !
They speed off , Johnny to Umid : sorry about that, I signed up for some work with guys here on the pour and intend to keep my work commitment if you want to stay, or go with Kenzei, for I know you are a photography buff
Umid, yes, for sure, do your work, I'll be back when it finally gets dark here in 30 minutes.
As Johnny hurriedly takes the concrete trowels from his canvas tote and sets upon the quickly hardening steps, they are broad and wide , designed for the larger autonomous robotic systems, the other photographer captures a picture of him kneeling down working with the smudge of grease- like hydraulic fluid still not wiped from his cheek, Johnny looks up, and he can't repress a weird grin.
Valentina: she gets them settled at the medical station and goes off in pursuit of the journalists to check that they don't make hidden backup photos of the accident in their cameras (she knows their tricks)
Tcho: , he gives Jenna his shoulder, telling her "that was amazing what you did there, I hardly noticed what was happening until we hit the dirt behind the truck.
Jenna : I did not know I was able to do things like that , perhaps I have an inner superhero ?
Tcho : flips the starter switch on from the trunk, gives Svetlana her weapon, she jumps in on the shotgun position, Jenna is in the rear seat, she starts to notice her cut is leaking through the bandages, removes her shoe, more blood , she says oops, sorry, please do you have a towel ?
Tcho, "yes of course, he opens a door compartment and hands a new, plastic wrapped cotton towel , it's not the first blood this ride has got on the carpeting.
they go to the Hospital, in the late evening light Jenna sees the beautiful mural on it's exterior
They immediately take her into the emergency room, it's been a slow day, no patients are about, the head Doctor comes down from his office
Jenna: she sees that he is Asian, he introduces himself as a Doctor Vinh Tran, she asks , you are Vietnamese ? She greets him in Vietnamese, as she had done some work there recently.
Vinh :, he is a light boned, slightly older man, with close cut greying hair, his age hard to guess, maybe a young 50? she thinks.
I am Doctor Tran, so nice to meet you, Miss Trimble, I was hearing about your visit before this unfortunate accident, we need to get your foot cleaned up, and do an examination if it's possible.
Jenna : Yes sure, easy to do, give me some gown and a nurse and I'll change out of my clothes Doctor Tran
Having done that, Jenna is lying face down on the exam table, Doctor Tran looks at her cut, speaking to the nurse in fluent Russian , asking for various supplies to be brought
Jenna : what brings you here Doctor Tran , are you the legendary Doctor Tran who fought with or for the Viet Cong Army ? I had heard you were only like a myth of the war, yet I also heard that you were a business man, working with a European medical facility in Thailand .... you have a reputation for experimentation , is that what brings you here, Doctor Tran ?
Vinh, well there are many stories about me, about your ankle, it appears (he is numbing it with injections and delicately pulling the skin back) that there is a serious cut to your tendon,
to heal, it may take some time.. A business partner of mine from Taipei he is in Bulgaria with his private jet, and he was going to maybe stop by, if you wish, I can arrange to fly you out by Saturday, but we have all we need here to take care of you. I read your article about the Vietnamese smugglers, their cartel, I know a few of the key people you mentioned: it was well written, yet you missed some important .370 items some features of their trade are highly sensitive and lucrative.
Jenna: yes I got the feeling I only was looking at the tip of the iceberg, yet my editors gave me just ten days to complete the story, and I had a freelance gig coming up after that in Rio
Yet you.... here, what gives Doctor Tran ? Are you part of The Consortium?
Vinh: maybe ... yet honestly, it does all go back to our war in the 1970-s
my home village in the Mountains near the North/South Vietnam border, it was attacked by the Americans, from the air, with Napalm, many of my relatives were badly burned : at the time , a Soviet medical unit was stationed in secret , not far from our village , they sent a truck and supplies, ferried the most badly harmed of my people to the MASH unit, there was a burn specialist, specifically, a man named Vladislav who did tremendous work. We stayed good friends, he was from here, Lugansk , About 4 years ago, he passed away, I came to see him shortly before he died, and he asked me to help his local hospital with supplies and equipment. I was slow and cautious about getting started here, yet when the war broke out, I got more organized, pulled some strings with the Triads and other, interested parties who felt an obligation, Vadislav, he gave us more than medical help, we got technical assistance of types I still must not reveal, both during and after the war, things that we built our businesses from.
Now of course, most of our money,. we make off the Americans, Europeans and China.
Miss Trimble, your saving of Tcho today, it was very brave : if you wish, we have an experimental treatment for curing damaged tendon, a biologically active medication developed in a secret laboratory that I operate in North Vietnam, high in the Mountains near Lào Cai
Lao+Cai,+Vietnam
we will need to give you a special drip in your ankle, it's in a plastic bag, and the active biological gel agent, are you not afraid that we will conduct a secret experiment on you?
Jenna, she turns around, sits up to face him: "NO way ! I want to get in on all the secret stuff that I hear that is going on around here. I will try it, I like taking chances,/ she pauses /
just kidding, Doctor Tran, is this one of those alien outer space organisms that will take over my brain and turn me into a Cyborg mutant ?? or something like that ? (she asks with her best smile ).
but if I agree, I need to ask that Tcho stays around, please call him in, will you Doctor Tran ?"
Doctor Tran, he smiles in response, well no, actually it's a mutant stem cell variant http://3tags.org/article/scientists-discover-new-kind-of-stem-cell-ixen
derived from Australian Aboriginals that has been Genetically modified by organisms from Inner Space , deep Ocean , Thermal vent bacteria http://www.livescience.com/15508-hydrogen-mussels-bacteria-symbiont-hydrothermal-vent.html. It's possible your hair can get more curls, our initial research shows, but that may be temporary.... Are you in, Elizabeth Camden ?
Tcho, observing everything, he catches the obvious anxiety in Jenna's eyes : it's about the secret sauce treatment ? It does work, one of our miners was badly cut on his wrist tendon three weeks ago, he healed up amazingly fast, I had never seen anything like it.....There are people undergoing treatments here, he glances to a sliding door way further down, with a big complicated set of large containers and a huge yellow , submarine like containment vessel....
Jenna : "you won't leave me until I ask ?" Doctor Tran, he says I have to keep a drip bag and change it out every 6-8 hours for the next three days"
Tsho , yes and follow the schedule, my guy did, I can even introduce you to him, if you want
Jenna : Jolly well, let's do it Doctor Tran!
she tosses her hair back and a nurse hands her a hair band
She goes back down on the table and Doctor Tran starts his application of the biological agent to her wounded ankle.
20 minutes later she is stitched up with self dissolving stitches, bandaged and they are off to her quarters, where she hopes to rest up and catch up with her friends online:
They get to her quarters, Sveta hands Jenna crutches as she steps out of the W-111 Mercedes
< going into the building, the door lady comments on Jenna's injury, and at this moment , Svetlana who is leading the way, she feels pretty bad about it, and then as they reach the room, she is offering to stay with her, or take a turn with Tcho, as the experimental medical process unfolds in her foot, doctor Tran places a variant of the odd looking appendage device on Jenna's ankle, she feels intense pressure, it slowly builds then subsides, she feels throbbing, then numbness, slowly a pleasant feeling travels up her leg ...
as Svetlana is interested in this, she had heard about it, yet not seen Doctor Tran's techniques first hand, and it perhaps offered some serious battle field medicine applications.
Svetlana, offers to return and bring food in 1 hour and 20 minutes, Jenna asks her for some Pelmini and a bottle of brandy, plus some steamed cabbage and potatoes with butter.
,
Comments
Post a Comment