Adventure #5

From Camelot to a New World

Sergeant Yvonne Dubois has seen some peculiar things in her time as a “Mountie.”  From time as a Constable to now as Sergeant, she likes life on the road as opposed to her office, in case something amazing comes along.  Today, something amazing has come along.

Exiting her S.U.V., Sgt. Dubois approaches the nearby water.  She sees her rise out, sword in hand and drenched in a long dress that has become one with her body.  The dress gives off something akin to someone escaping a renaissance festival.

Yvonne “Ma’am?  Ma’am???”

She grows concerned as she sees the lady clutching what is by her perception an impressive sword.  The concern changes from herself being in any possible danger to that of the woman with the sword.  She is spitting up water and mumbling to herself.  As Yvonne approaches closer, she can hear the words.  They are French.

Yvonne “Autant en emporte…  ils sont tous partis…”

Guinevere “Qui?  Qui sont tous partis?”

Yvonne cradles the woman in her arms as she drops to her knees, checking her pulse.

Yvonne “Pouvez-vous parler anglais?”

Guinevere “Oui.  Yes.”

Yvonne “Quel est votre nom?  What is your name?”

Guinevere “Guinevere.  I am…Guinevere.”

Yvonne “That would explain the costume.  I mean your real name.”

Her name is Guinevere and she has just emerged into the arms of a beautiful, red clad angel.  She is also very much confused, especially by the questioning of her real name.

In The Black

She had another flight to catch while making sure Sandra McLane of the Secret Service caught hers.  There is another reason for making sure she aboard this private flight alone.  She is the only passenger being expected aboard when the jet lands at its destination.  She has time to remove her hat and unmask, revealing her face to no one.  With the pilot continuing to stay in the cockpit, another lady approaches the now unmasked Lady In Black.  She is one of the few knows the lady behind it.  Her name is Myra Rutherford, a close confidant of Louise Vallen, who sits unmasked before her.

Myra “Hey, don’t forget you have a call to make.”

Louise “Ah yes.  Thanks, Myra.”

Myra hands Louise the small phone.  Louise punches in some numbers and waits for an answer.