The Travis Theory 16A

The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs

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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs

CH16 Bronze

The Russian villager looked over the Americans campsite. There was no snow on the ground, and had not been for months, but it was still chilly enough to wear a coat. This was an archeological dig, the men and students uncovered a dinosaur fossil a year before and had come back to claim it. Andrei had been serving the Doctor and his students at his market store for several weeks. Now they laid there dead. The bodies were all in their tents but one. Their week's supply of food had gone untouched. If it was not for the cold, the bodies would stink more than they did.

The villager looked everything over carefully, and then he walked back the five miles to his village pulling the food on his cart. He would have to report it of course, but there were no police close by, so he would have to tell the mayor of the small village.

The leader of the village lifted the tarp protecting his truck and loaded up four men to help with the bodies. With the store owner giving directions, they arrived at the archeologist's campsite within a few minutes. They looked over the area closely but found nothing unusual except for some pottery, mostly broken, or damaged. It was odd to find such pottery at a dinosaur dig. The chard's of the pots and two intact pots were at the edge of the campsite.
The mayor, nor the men with him were scientists or even doctors, so they paid no attention to the find of pottery. To a learned man, the first thought would be `How this pottery could be found so close to the actual dinosaur dig?

The mayor looked closely at the bodies and found no marks on them. They did not remove any clothing from the dead however, he checked their visas and IDs and turned to the men, "These are very important doctors. We will have to take them to the authorities intact, or the village will suffer. So do not steal their money, clothes or anything else, we will pay for it if we do. These children over here with the good doctor cannot be over seventeen, eighteen; maybe even nineteen years old, those Americans will be screaming about all of this. Come Andrei, you pack the campsite, the rest of you help me with the bodies."

The bodies were covered in blankets, and placed in the truck after Andrei had packed the entire campsite in the forward area of the truck bed. With the gate closed, the mayor grumbled about bad luck of having something like this happen near his village. It was a two-hour drive to the nearest police station over rutted roads. He stopped at his home and let out the four men that helped him, keeping Andrei who was excited about making a trip to the city.

The mayor called the authorities and told them they were bringing in the bodies. The officer behind the desk shrugged it off, "Okay, that is fine. Let us know when you get to the station house."

The mayor filled the truck up with gas. The gas was held in a huge metal container on stilts, the nozzle was put in the gas tank, and the mayor stood there a few minutes waiting for the tank to fill up before he shut off the hose. After checking the dead passengers, so none would fall out, he and Andrei got in the cab of the truck and drove off waving to the villagers as they passed them. It was a long drive but they talked about the people of the science expedition to keep them busy on the trip. They headed to Neryungri, the nearest city.

When the mayor arrived at Neryungri, they met Captain Slagoff who had the contents of the truck put into another truck. Captain Slagoff would take it to Yakutsk for processing after they spent the night at Tommat. He only took three other men. The Captain was used to working, so he always did more than his share of the dirty work, this would be no exception, besides, it was a good way to get out of the office for a couple of days.

Slagoff's driver pulled into the hotel parking lot in Tommat. They secured their load and locked it up tight, and then the Captain procured their rooms. They had a good dinner and even went to the pool. At the pool, the four men had a couple of drinks, and then headed for bed.

The Colonel's house was not large or stately; however, it was a nice house for a small family. He and his wife were sleeping in bed when the phone rang at 4 am Yakutsk time. The house was only a mile from the district office in and when Colonel Pankov answered the phone, he was not surprised, "What is it Ovechkin?"

"Colonel, two days have gone by without word from either of the offices in Tommat or Neryungi. Sir, Captain Slagoff was to be here yesterday as well. I have made phone calls to both towns and there is no answer anywhere. I sent out the telegraph company to check the wires at 15:00 this afternoon, and their people are saying they have not heard from them. I am worried Colonel that something has happened. I would like to send a patrol out on the Road to find out what is going on, but I need your permission sir."

"You do that Ovechkin, send them out but you could have waited another two hours to call me." Pankov slammed the phone down. "You are an idiot Ovechkin."

The Colonel's wife turned over, "What is it dear?"

"Just Ovechkin and his anxiety, I don't think anything is wrong. You go back to sleep I will cook breakfast for you and the children before I go to work." The Colonel kissed his wife and dressed.

The Colonel was in his mid thirties, and together he and his wife had three children. Georgy was the oldest boy at eleven, followed by his beautiful daughter Dasha who would soon be ten, and Marat the eight-year-old boy
He sang quietly as he cooked breakfast for the family. He set the table, poured juice, and milk and carefully watched the eggs bacon and potatoes. While he waited, he let in the dog and they played while the food cooked.
Of course, the smell of food woke up Georgy and he rounded up his brother and sister. After using the bathroom, they ran down the stairs to see what was for breakfast. The Colonel smiled but warned, "Georgy, put something on to cover your bottom, it is not polite to run around naked before your bath!"
"But papa, after I have my bath I have to dress for school!"

The Colonel laughed, "Yes you do! So get something on until then!"

Georgy frowned and went back upstairs with his younger brother and sister, still in their pajamas giggling about it. He came back down to see his father checking the other children to make sure they had clean hands. Georgy turned around and went back up the stairs and washed his face and hands, then back down. There was a platter on the table.

"Georgy would you do the honor of serving, breakfast in bed to, your mother? Do you think you can do that without making a mess?"

Gerogy grinned from ear to ear, "Yes papa!"

The Colonel hugged his son and smiled, "Be careful going up the stairs. Once you have her comfortable, you come back down and eat your breakfast. I do not want you late for school." Georgy smiled and carefully took the platter up to his parent's room.

The Colonel waited for his son to come back and the four of them ate breakfast together teasing and having fun. Then the father told them to take their baths and get dressed for school, "We don't want to be late!"

Colonel Pankov got the children into the police van and dropped them off at school. He drove a few blocked to the station and parked the van. Getting out, he checked his uniform and hair. He put on his hat and looked at the door, which is when he saw the five men in suits waiting. He sighed and walked up the stairs and shook their hands, "What bring the service out here?"

The taller man took Pankov by the shoulder and led him inside, "We are bringing in troops south of here, not many, not yet anyway. You have a Captain Slagoff that was supposed to bring the bodies of an archeological team back. We expected an autopsy done yesterday. In the meantime while trying to find the Captain, we found that no ones are being answered to the south. We are sending in people to find out where he is at and why no one at all is answering their phones."

"It is not like we have many people with phones to the south, but I see where you are coming from. How can I be of assistance?" Pankov smiled.

"Nothing out of the ordinary I would think. Since we only have one road going south, I did not want the townspeople upset by the troop movement. I wanted you to take care of that personally." The man smiled.

"Why of course. I would like to know what happened to my Captain as well as my other men." Pankov shook the tall man's hand.

"You will be the first to know when we find them, and then we will have a lot of questions for them." The man would honestly tell the Colonel when they were found, but the threat of `questions' to them was visible in the tall man's voice. Whatever the Captain was doing, would get him in trouble.

By mid morning, the military trucks started coming in, a couple at a time at first, then dozens of specialty trucks started moving through down. The Colonel had blocked the cross streets for this and flyers were handed out to people so they knew it was just a normal exercise in the area. However, one man did make the statement that there should have been a parade instead of them flying through town.

Pankov was not a fool; he was a well-educated man, and one of the few up for promotion. He saw the hazmat trucks and special tanks drive by with everyone waving to the citizens on the street. He picked up the phone and called his wife. "Something is going on south of here. They are bringing in specialty troops to handle whatever it may be. I want you to pack the suitcases for you and the children and get yourselves on the next plane out to St. Petersburg and stay with your mother until it is safe here."

Pankov was not the only one that noticed the specialty hazmat troops. Yuri Tomanski noticed as well. He called today's phone number to Moscow and reported to his CIA contact. "Hazmat troops south of Yakutsk. Yes, very unusual." He hung up the phone and went back to work waiting on customers.
C.I.A. agent Ronald Couch had three cups of coffee while he thought out what to do. Ktrezchen stopped at his door, "Is everything alright Ron?"

"Hazmat troops are moving to the south of Yakutsk. It is probably nothing, but it is unusual, and the troops are from St. Petersburg, not local. I am trying to decide whether to have it checked out or leave it alone." Couch explained.

"We are to check out anything that is going on that is out of the ordinary. I think I should fly down and take a look." Ktrezchen smiled, "Anything to get out of a day's worth of paperwork, right?" Couch laughed, "Maybe you are right, but call in every hour, and I mean even from the plane. With hazmat specialists out there, we have no idea what is going on."

Ktezchen left after packing hazmat materials and weapons. In actuality, he was sure he did not need a weapon; it is not as if agents needed them much for routine work, yet he still took it. He dressed up as a farmer, and headed to the airport, with his suitcase.

The pilot smiled at Ktezchen, "Sir, it is nice to see a farmer who is making it, You live in Tommat?"

"Near there, yes." Ktezchen.

"It will not take long to get there." The pilot said as the plane left the ground, "But the airport has been closed, and the entire is now a no fly zone, the best I can do is about thirty miles away, there is a little airstrip there." The pilot bit his lip, "So I am sure you will understand there will be a fee for such a dangerous journey."

"What do you mean dangerous?" Ktezchen asked.

The pilot laughed, "Anytime the police quarantine an area, it is dangerous. They are already asking me why I need to get so close. I told them I was taking a farmer home. They did not believe me. So I think to myself, `Why would a rich farmer want to go to the middle of nowhere?' And when I heard about the no-fly zone, I realized this is not about a farmer going home, and it hit me that others will pay to go to this place whatever is there."

Ktezchen smiled, "Well, now that takes some imagination. I won't be paying more; I will have to walk miles because you can't land closer, so I will pay you less."

The pilot frowned, "I can turn you into the police."

"You could, and you would look the fool. They would not trust you after that. My farm is twenty miles east of Tommat. You will land me as close to that as you can, and I will walk from there." Ktezchen did not smile.

The pilot listened to the tone of Ktezchen's voice and it shook him to the core. The pilot took the man's money minus sixty for the inconvenience of not landing at the airport. With a few curses, the pilot closed the door and took off with the plane leaving Ktezchen alone with his duffel bag.

Ktezchen knew the troops would come looking for him, but his papers were in order, so he just had to hide the duffle bag which he carefully placed in hiding. Then he waited for the troop carrier to come and check him out, and he waited, and waited. Four hour later, and nearing nightfall Ktezchen began to worry. He knew the system too well, and this was not going according to plan.

He went to the duffel bag and put on a camouflaged hazmat suit on, a pistol, and a few test tubes just in case. He started heading toward Tommat.

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