Woo, it's my turn again This week we all want to know who the Prime Suspect is......

Oooh this calls for a lot of thinking. (goes to put thinking cap on).

Originally posted by Daniella T Oooh this calls for a lot of thinking. (goes to put thinking cap on).

So why am I suddenly worried?

Oh the ideas going through my head right now.....LOL.

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Well, it's about time something was done about that fake Mr. Sheppard! Hooray! I wonder if he'll meet with a small accident while the Condor's hauling him away....

I have to go back and look but weren't Kaden and his 'father' together at least once with at least Nambu present?

Now to find out just who the fake Mr. Sheppard is, what Mitch is up to, who he owes money to... Lots going on! And will Ken & Jun being together prevent her from ever returning to the team?

Originally posted by ElectricWhite

Originally posted by Daniella T Oooh this calls for a lot of thinking. (goes to put thinking cap on).

So why am I suddenly worried?

Don't worry, EW! Probably it will be something innocent...or maybe not?

KT -- on a positive note (for the Swan and the Eagle), Nambu was probably too preoccupied with the fake Mr. Sheppard to give a lot of thought to their relationship. A lot of intrigue with Mitch! Let's see how the investigation progresses.

Ooh, interesting developments KT! It's coming nicely together. That's too bad about Kaden's family ... his dad must have been pretty annoying normally for Kaden to not realize he'd been replaced (unless Kaden was too afraid to tell them). Wonder if Ken and Joe are gonna be in trouble for not reporting on the security guard, and it'll be interesting to see how Nambu handles Ken and Jun. After all this maybe he'll prefer that it's 2 teammates together rather than an outsider!

Originally posted by Becky Rock I have to go back and look but weren't Kaden and his 'father' together at least once with at least Nambu present?

Clearly this fake guy is the evil identical twin brother of Kaden's real father! But seriously... Kaden was being held by Galactor. He could have been instructed how to 'act' when they released him. Kaden may also be with Galactor. We don't know.

Littlewolf and Victoria sat in plastic, cafeteria-style chairs at a plain wooden table. In the wall opposite them was a two-way mirror -- they'd seen enough police dramas to know what it was. They had no idea why they were there -- all the officer from Galactic Security said was that they were prime suspects. And then he left. Prime suspects for what? "So what did you do?" littlewolf finally asked. "I didn't do anything!" "Really? You did nothing that whole time you stayed away from Gatchamania?" "Nothing criminal." Victoria's eyes narrowed. "What did you do?" "Me?" "I understand you've been away, too." "But I haven't done anything suspicious." "And what makes you think I have?" "I don't belong to the Katse clan." "The Condors aren't pure angels --" "Now see here --" "Shh!" "Don't shush me!" "Listen!" From the other side of the two-way mirror they could hear severely muffled voices. "...Are these the ones, sir?" "Grekkrrr! Grrrlkl....yrrhghrh...." "All right, that's all we need. Thank you, sir." "What the hell?" littlewolf breathed. A couple of minutes later, the security officer entered with a couple others behind him. "Please stand up." he told Victoria and littlewolf. They obliged. The other two security guards then pulled the ladies' arms behind their backs and handcuffed them. "What are you doing?" Victoria demanded. "I've got my rights!" littlewolf declared. "Let us see our consulates!" Their protests were ignored as they were blindfolded and roughly marched out of the room. They were guided -- and sometimes pushed -- through corridor after corridor, up some ramps and down others, through doorways and into elevators. Their legs began to ache. Finally, they went through one more door. Right away they noticed something different about the floor -- stone, maybe? And the air was warmer and drier. They were marched a few more steps along and then roughly positioned to stand a certain way. "Grrughrhg...yrrhghrh...GREKKR!" a not-so-muffled voice somewhere in front of them said. "You both have been found guilty." an electronically altered voice said as soon as the other one fell silent. "Guilty of what?" littlewolf snapped as the blindfold and handcuffs were removed. Littlewolf and Victoria found themselves in the middle of a bright circle of light. The rest of the room was utterly dark, except for a rock pile a short distance in front of them, which was in its own circle of light. Sitting on a ledge of the rock pile was a small, sand colored animal with a small, pointed muzzle and long ears. The animal laid its ears back and glared at them. "What's that ?" Victoria whispered. "YREAUGH!!...rrkkk grrrlkl yyyyrirrhghhgh...." the animal said. "That's a Fennec --" littlewolf explained, "-- a small desert fox." "So what's --" Victoria started. "If you two think your birthdays would slip past without anybody noticing ," the voice interrupted, "you're sadly mistaken !" The lights came up, and the twosome found themselves surrounded by friends and Fennecs. The friends let out a cheer. The Fennecs, except for the one on the rock pile, jumped up, ran away and hid. The air was then filled with Gatchamaniacs saying in soothing tones, "Sorry!", "I didn't mean to startle you!", and "Please come back!" Littlewolf and Victoria looked around and spotted the table bearing the multi-tiered birthday cake. They simultaneously decided to slip over and cut themselves a slice while the others were busy coaxing the Fennecs out of hiding. Gary the Gatchageek in his usual attire of khaki slacks, polo shirt, and the Eagle's helmet and winged cape, stepped over to the Fennec on the pile of rocks. "Well," he said and grimaced as he heard the electronically altered voice. The Fennec glared at him. Gary slipped a finger under his helmet and pressed a tiny button. A small microphone retracted into a spot beneath the visor. "Sorry." he said. He reached over to the Fennec, scratching behind the ears. "Anyway, Ahmet, I want to thank you for your help." Ahmet leaned into the affection. But then, as soon as Gary stopped, Ahmet returned to glaring. "What?" Gary pleaded, "Why are you giving me the stink eye now ?!" Ahmet added a small grumble to the glare. "Oh, whatever!" Gary finally cried, "I'm gonna get some cake and enjoy myself."

Happy birthday littlewolf and Victoria! And Gary needs to know that he's not allowed to stop petting.

YAY!! it's party time Happy birthday Littlewolf and Victoria, and hope you both have a great time

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Cute EW & happy belated birthday wishes to Littlewolf & Victoria!

so Mark is still being dense as far as Princess is concerned? I think one of them is gonna have to whack some sense into him And we STILL DON'T KNOW what's in the cooler!!!!!

Heh, well he's going to make a decision soon. Once he does, the cooler will be emptied...

Mylari: I like the transition there. And I can understand Mark being worried that just showing up with whipped cream could backfire. It is a little arrogant.

Originally posted by KT1972 And we STILL DON'T KNOW what's in the cooler!!!!!

Maybe it's a cherry pie.

EW -- loved it! Happy birthday, littlewolf and Victoria!

Mylari -- He he, someone's opened Mark's eyes at last...or we can at least hope so!

OK, with such a prompt, how could I resist going back to this favourite? So, ladies and gentlemen (and fennecs), we're back to "G-Force defector"... //"That's him," said Anderson, pointing a picture. "Donald Wade. He's our prime suspect for making the solvent that was used on the Phoenix." "Isn't he.." started Mark. "Of course he is," snapped Princess. Tiny sighed. Only Keyop looked around in surprise. "Isn't he what?" he said. "Keyop, Donald Wade was in G-Force before you. His...existence was kept secret from any newcomers...there were issues of morale...Well, to make a long story short, you are his replacement." "And he is..." Keyop tried to stammer. "He is currently enemy number one as far as Galaxy Security is concerned. He defected to Spectra, and has been using his knowledge as a chemist to work for them ever since. It's up to you now to not only stop him, but apprehend him, alive if possible, and bring him back to stand trial." "You're not asking for a lot, are you?" said Mark sarcastically. "I am asking G-Force!" said Anderson, suddenly angry. "You are not here for the easy stuff! I'm asking you to do your jobs!" Just then, Jason slouched his way in to the briefing room. "Look who's here," said Anderson woodenly. "I see Donald's up to his old tricks," said Jason, looking at the picture, paying not the slightest attention to Anderson. His hand had started shaking again -- he put in behind his back. "Jason, this is unacceptable! Where were you?" Mark made to move between them, but with a sharp look, Anderson stopped him. "Let Jason speak," he said. "Chief, does it matter?" suddenly Jason was tired of it all. "I was late. You want to fire me, fire me. Until you do, shall we go see what we can do about Donald?" He firmly clasped his shaking hand with the other one, and walked out. Anderson gave a tiny nod to Mark, who called on the team to follow Jason. *** With Jason prepping to get inside the Spectran mecha, Mark tried once again to reason with Anderson. "Why are you insisting on this, Chief?" he almost pleaded. "Jason's not well. Why do you give him this mission? It will destroy him if he fails. Not to mention, that it will also destroy us, and not in a figurative way." "Mark, I told you. Jason feels he needs to prove something. To himself, to me, to you. He may hate me, but I have complete faith in him. He can do it. Let him go." Mark slumped in his seat. "Whatever you say." "Commander, ready to go," came Jason's voice over the intercom. "Right. Mission is a go. I repeat, mission is a go!" Jason pulled himself into his vehicle, and allowed himself to shut his eyes for just one moment. He didn't feel at all ready for this. But if Anderson wanted to put him on the spot, fine. He would do it. Or die trying, which was a likely outcome seeing that he had no idea what kind of weapons Donald Wade had on the mecha. Getting into the mecha went off without a hitch, and Jason regained some of his self-confidence. So when he found Donald, he felt that he could accomplish his mission, get the bastard back to Centre Neptune alive. "Prime suspect in custody," he said into his intercom, as he kept his gun trained on a stunned Donald. He had hardly finished his sentence when his hand started shaking wildly, and a black cloud surrounded him. The last thing he saw before hitting the floor was that a gun had materialised in Donald's hand. *** "Get up!" said a voice, persistently, in his ear. Jason tried to focus on the voice and forget about the debilitating dizziness that had overcome him. "Mark?" he said tentatively. He pushed himself to his feet, only to see Mark training his own gun on Donald, and the traitor with his hands high in the air. "Ermmm how come he didn't shoot me?" asked Jason, as his head cleared. "You think Spectra trust traitors with loaded weapons?" replied Mark, his gaze, and his gun, firmly on Donald. "They don't. This idiot here was as good as unarmed." He spoke into his intercom. "Chief, mission accomplished. As Jason reported, prime suspect is in custody. We are coming home."//

DT: The BOTP handling of this episode never sat well with me. At least you've found a way to make the Chief come off less cold and bloodless than other interpretations.