Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

36 - Planning an Invasion

Analise drove slowly down the approach road - jets screamed along the runways, recon planes buzzed over-head, and helicopters flew in and out from the ships anchored off-shore - a small part of the international rescue/relief effort was being co-ordinated from here.

She could see nothing taller than three floors, and nothing as massive as the block she'd been in. A Humvee flashed its headlights behind her, blue lights flashing. She pulled over. In her rear-view mirror she saw two MP's approach, she could just make out another on the radio - probably calling in her registration. She pulled her top down, puffed out her chest - and winced.

"Miss", there was a noticeable pause, "this is a restricted road."

"Is it? I thought it led to Seahouses", she looked up with her best winsome smile - a look ruined by the scar across her forehead.

"Ugh ... no Miss"

From her seated position, Analise could see her top was having the desired effect. "It doesn't? But the sign pointed down here."

A pointless, circular discussion ensued, with the young MP getting more and more flustered. Eventually he just said "Follow us", and she was guided back to the main road. At the junction the MP gave her directions she didn't need.

Pulling away, she called back, "Make sure that doesn't go off half-cocked, Sergeant."

"Corporal, Miss", he called after her, "I'm a Corporal."

As she sped off, she wondered if his surname was Punishment; he was quite cute in a buzz-cut, beefy-grunt kind-of-way.

"Good grief", she exclaimed to herself, "You wouldn't need an army to take that base, a dozen girls with nice tits and short skirts would suffice!"

Humming along to the radio, something she never did, she recalled the words of the doctor - "personality shift". She quite liked the new Analise, although she'd have to ask her to tone down the sluttiness and swearing. Pulling into a layby on the top of the cliffs, she strolled to the very edge and peered over.

Nothing. No uncontrollable panic, nothing. She'd finally 'grown out of it'. She burst out laughing, and instantly regretted it due to her bruised rips. She sat on the bonnet and watched the ships in the bay. Something was gnawing at the back of her mind and she needed to dig it out. She heard the planes overhead and the 'copters swarming around the ships. That was it! There had been no planes last week. According to the papers, the rescue/relief effort had started last week - she would have heard planes! She slid off the bonnet, pain jolted through her body as she landed on her right leg. It dislodged something else from the darkness at the back of her mind. But she had heard a plane - the buzzing drone of its engines sounding like a thousand angry bees. And she'd heard the rotors of a helicopter air-lifting her from the beach. She gazed back along the cliff tops towards Westhouses Base. And if not there, then where? And why did someone want her to think that she'd been evacuated there? The sun was beginning to set; she needed to get back. And, her stomach chipped in, she needed more food - everything in the fridge had been ruined by the cut power.

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