Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #266

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #266

… “PAA should not stand for Postmortem American Airlines.” Words can be weapons, particularly when used by a professional like Lyn…

Words are Weapons-001

“She’s not onboard, Miss Hanes,” reports 1st Officer Brown, Sara’s escort for the evening and not feeling real good about now. “It seems she never made it back.”

Lyn is wondering if life is about to imitate art. In her book tentatively titled, Constance Caraway: The 1937 CC P.I.-001Hawaiian Spy, Fanny Renwick disappears while following the man in the blue suit. Lyn is hoping upon hope that Sara is merely lost, just as Fanny had after being spotted and subsequently ditched by the blue suited suspected spy.

Sure, that is it. She will turn up soon, all safe and sound.

“We’re not leaving until we find her, are we Captain? The mechanics haven’t completed repairs on that cylinder in number three engine.” Rod Brown is seriously concerned about Sara and not just because she was his “date”. He had had his eye on her ever since they left San Francisco. It is without reciprocation that he now acts.

  “Don’t worry, Rod. She can’t have gone far. I have already informed the British authorities about Miss Fenwick and you can head up a search team of your own. Now get cracking, we’ve only about 24 hours before we have to take off for Karachi.”

 “Pakistan?”

 “Yet another glamorous destination. Pan Am should make you guys pay for an around-the-world tour like this one.”

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“It seems that your Miss Fenwick is not the only person who has been reported missing,” reports a British Army security person to 1st Officer Brown and Carolyn. “Another civilian, a Ceylonese woman and one of our Army nurses vanished about the same time.”

 “All women, what’s up with that? Is there some sicko out there?” Rod Brown fears a rapist is on the loose.

 “Normally, I would make the same assumption folks, but we have had no previous reports of assaults on women, especially since the disappearances were in the vicinity of Embassy Row. We are not talking back alleys or poorly lit streets.”

 “What about that blinding light we’ve heard about? Is that cause and effect or just coincidence?” Lyn is leaving no stone unturned.

 “We don’t know Miss, although our base radar did spot a strange blip on their screens at the same time as the light. When the light went out, the bogey was gone. Frankly, nothing in our skies can move that fast.”

“Three people do not just vanish into thin air, Sergeant. I suggest you redouble your search. PAA should not stand for Postmortem American Airlines.” Words can be weapons, particularly when used by a professional like Lyn.

“We need to get some answers soon. We will be leaving for Pakistan early tomorrow. I want that woman found.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #264

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…I remember a Sara Fenwick. She said she was tired and was returning to the Clipper, ma’am. That was just before the time that bright light just about blinded me…

The Vanished Flame by lowjacker deviantart.com

The Vanished Flame by lowjacker deviantart.com

“You have been so gracious, Lady Mountbatten. This has been a wonderful evening.” Carolyn Hanes loves informed discussions.

“It looks like your date has run out of gas,” the lady observes Capt. Ford face down in front of his meal.

 “He deserves the rest. I cannot tell you what a Herculean job he has been doing. He is probably dreaming about where we are going next.”

  “Perhaps he is dreaming about you, dear.”

“That would be the true definition of a dream,” she insists, while searching the room for Sara. “Please excuse me, Lady. I seem to have misplaced someone.”

What seemed to be moments ago, Sara had been bouncing off of people, in the arms of yet another bad dancer. Now, she is nowhere to be seen. Upon interviewing some of the crew of the Pacific Clipper, as well as others in the reception, Sara had stepped out for some fresh air. A girl can only have so much fun.

A quick sweep of the British Embassy grounds, results in nothing. When approached, the guard at the gate looks down at his sign-out sheet, “I remember a Sara Fenwick. She said she was tired and was returning to the Clipper, ma’am. That was just before the time that bright light just about blinded me. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

She dismisses the light connection. “Now that is funny,” Lyn thinks aloud. It was not like Sara to take off without checking in, although there were the dagger stares when eye contact was made between them.

What is a grand adventure for Lyn must be becoming a grand pain for Sara.  ‘Maybe we should just stay here with the British,’ considers the authoress in jest.

The hour is late and Lyn decides that the crew is probably ready to leave, so she returns to the banquet room. In fact, there is more yawning going on: than a hundred insomniacs on sleeping pills, at a convention for certified actuaries.

 “Let’s go back to the Clipper, guys. Keep your eye out for Miss Fenwick.” Captain Ford cares about his passengers, especially under these extreme circumstances.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #263

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…Merely for the sake of argument milady, if you were a spy, would you travel on the Clipper?…

Belle of the Ball by Bridget Davies

Belle of the Ball by Bridget Davies

“May I cut in?” Barney Sawicki, the same Barney Sawicki who was star struck by Mary Pickford, aboard an earlier incarnation of the Clipper in 1935, steals a dance with Sara Fenwick, who has turned into the belle of the ball. Lyn was so busy pumping Lady Mountbatten for information about British intelligence, poor Sara is forced to dance her feet off. She will get even, sooner or later, but for the time being any number of men get a close up view of her chest. What the hell, what harm can come of a few fixated peeps? No man fondles her girls, thank God.

The MI5 Crest

“MI-5 is the most tenacious organization in the world,” Lady Mountbatten relates to her intrigued inquisitor. “They need to be, with Hitler at our doorstep. It is all they can do to keep him from bombing our brains out. If it were not for the air raid sirens and the intelligence we get from them, casualties would be devastating.”

“If you were a spy…?”

“I beg your pardon?” The word spy repulses the Lady.

Merely for the sake of argument milady, if you were a spy, would you travel on the Clipper?

“Oh yes, most definitely. With all the stops it makes in the Pacific Theater, good heavens, a touristy looking chap could have been practicing his craft for years. He could have a contact in every harbor. But keep in mind, because of your unexpected detour; he will be acting more suspiciously.”

An excerpt from Constance Caraway P.I. – The Hawaiian Spy:1937 CC P.I.-001

“Have you been watching that man in the blue suit, Fanny?” Constance has, ever since she saw him sneak off the Pacific Clipper in Colombo, Ceylon.

          “I did. I don’t think he thought that anybody would notice. But I did not recognize the launch that picked him up.”

          “Yes. Yes.” The gears inside Constance Caraway’s mind are turning and churning. This mysterious man had raised no suspicion until now, like he knows what he is doing and doing it for a while. “And have you noticed that he speaks to no one on the plane, and when we’re ashore, he disappears into thin air.”

          “Maybe I should follow him around at our next stop, take a few pictures,” Fanny suggests. “That photo lab we set up in our stateroom is actually quite good.”

          “Yes it is. Those chemical baths are easier to get than good airplane fuel… I didn’t think we were going to clear the trees back there.” The sound of rustling palm leaves, tickling the flying boat belly, would not be audible, but it can be imagined. “Let’s get back to our mystery man, my dear Fanny. If you could get pictures of the people he meets, that would be helpful. That would leave me free to follow some other leads. It seems that we are attracting an unusual amount of attention, considering we don’t have a flight plan,” Constance tells her trusted colleague.   “Be careful Fanny!”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #262

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…“Would you do me the honor of escorting me to dinner?” asks John Ford of Carolyn Hanes, before he leaves the cabin of his weary airplane…

Meanwhile Caption-001“Is that gunfire I hear?” is the question of the moment in the passenger cabin.

Peering out the starboard side of the seaplane, for one and all to see is a submarine that is flying the Japanese flag. It has surfaced and its crew is firing the deck guns at the Pacific Clipper.

“I thought the Captain said we weren’t going to fly over any war zones?” Someone asks nervously as the flying boat pitches upward into the clouds. After several minutes they are descending down on Trincomalee, Ceylon.

Dockyard at Trincomalee, Ceylon from the Admiralty House by Harry Edmund Edgell

Dockyard at Trincomalee, Ceylon from the Admiralty House by Harry Edmund Edgell

Once safely harbored on the large island off the southern tip of India most of the crew disembarks, to be interviewed by the British Royal Air Force. They will also be guests of honor at a reception hosted by the wife of the Southeastern Asia Theater chief, Lord Mountbatten.

fords-flight-route  “Would you do me the honor of escorting me to dinner?” asks John Ford of Carolyn Hanes, before he leaves the cabin of his weary airplane. “I have been spending way too much time with the crew.”

Lyn hesitates. There is more than one dynamic at work here. “That would be wonderful, Captain.”

          It feels like a slap in the face for Sara, who is near enough to witness the perceived flirtation. It is short-lived. “Oh, and my bashful 1st Officer, Rod Brown over there, was wondering if Miss Sara would like to come along.”

          Sara Fenwick has not moved so quickly in her entire life. Imagine that, a double date? “Count me in!”

Double_Date          “Great! We will send a boat to ferry you girls ashore in a couple of hours. Oh, it’s definitely a formal affair. Let’s show them how a Clipper troop does the town!”

          “This ought to be interesting, Lyn. Are you sure you know what you are doing?”

          “I think that I am going to wear that black sequined dress. Do you have an extra pair of dark stockings?” She knows exactly what she is doing.

          “The one with the slit up to here?” she points to a spot on her thigh that is dangerously close to never-never land. “I think I’ll wear my navy blue suit, I just won’t wear a blouse under the jacket.”

         “Now that’s the essence of the evening. Let’s have some fun with this.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #260

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…Constance and Fanny  nearly circle the globe in pursuit of spies, spy secrets and spy hideouts from Jakarta and Bahrain to Khartoum and Port of Spain…

Spy vs Spy by Peter Kuper

Spy vs Spy by Peter Kuper

“My guess is that Christmas in Africa in our future,” laments Sara Fenwick, who is hoping that Jenny Hawkins will have the good sense to take care of Fenwick Fabrique’s holiday business. No one will learn the fate of the Pacific Clipper until it does, or does not, reach New York.

Carolyn Hanes has seized the opportunity to deviate from her original story line. She is going to stick out the flight of the Pacific Clipper, using the travels as background fodder for Constance and Fanny as they nearly circle the globe in pursuit of spies, spy secrets and spy hideouts from Jakarta and Bahrain to Khartoum and Port of Spain.

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“Try to make the best of this, Sara. I am truly sorry that I practically dragged you along, but to be honest, I cannot imagine being away from you for two weeks… The thought just struck me, this is December 15th. Had I gone alone, I would already be late in arriving! And with the war going on, you would beside yourself.”

          “I would?” That’s the spirit. “Of course I would, Lyn. I just think that I’m not the globetrotting type.”

          “Well, you are now, sweetie!” Lyn applies an embrace worthy of her appreciation. Then there is business. “Were you able to locate a typewriter?”

          “It’s in our berth.”

          “You are the best!”

          “I know,” she winks. “Now get in there and use it! I traded my best string of pearls for it.”

          “When we get to New York, I will replace it with diamonds!”

          “If that’s the case, I better throw in a ream of paper and a multi-color ribbon.” Sara sees the Captain coming toward them.

“I thought you would like to know that we will be making for Noumea in the morning. I need to know if you ladies will be getting off at Gladstone? We should arrive there before dusk.”

“Hell, no!” Sara blurts, then blushes. “I mean, no sir. We have a book to write. Can we use you as our hero?”

“Can we,” adds the author?

“I don’t know about hero, but I would be honored Miss Hanes, Miss Fenwick. I must confess that I have a copy of Constance Caraway, Deadly Shenanigans in the cabin, packed it in with my flight gear. Say, how does that Doctor fella get even with that hotel guy? I would have burned down his house.”

          “I do not believe you could hurt a fly, Captain Ford, but I can tell you that the good guys usually win.”

          “Touché. I guess you are going to make me finish it, aren’t you?”

          “I would rather you get us home!”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #258

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…You know, I’ve heard there are cannibals in New Zealand, just waiting for a couple of softies like us, no doubt…

New Zealand

Cannibal Camp New Zealand

“We will be back in time for Christmas, I promise,” reassures author Carolyn to her reluctantly would-be travel companion. “Since when have you become a homebody?”

“Why can’t we just fly to Hawaii and fly back?” Sara Fenwick is trying her best to convince Lyn to make a short trip. If they were to fly the Pacific Clipper, they are not scheduled back to San Francisco until December 14, 1941.

“Sara, we haven’t had a holiday for years and what a great excuse to escape these endlessly cloudy days. I1937 CC P.I.-001 have heard that the South Pacific is marvelous this time of year.” She is doing her best to sell an ambitious trip, much of it over open seas, but one that few people have the opportunity to experience. It would be a valuable tool in the growth of Constance Caraway, Private Eye. She will be going to Hawaii as an agent for the government, to investigate possible espionage by certain military personnel stationed on the island of Oahu. “Don’t you remember what a hoot of a time Mary Pickford and Judith Eastman had? Their trip to Hong Kong took ten years off old Judith. In fact, if she had not broken her hip last month, she would be coming with us.”

“If it adds ten years to my age, you will rue the day!.” She is being worn down, slowly but surely. “You know, I’ve heard there are cannibals in New Zealand, just waiting for a couple of softies like us, no doubt.”

“The Pacific Clipper has a crew of eleven big, strong men, Sara.”

“Well, that is the clincher for me. Eleven muscular fly boys.” Men do have their uses. Benign chivalry is one of them.

After 2410 miles from San Francisco to the Islands (Hawaiian) and then many more miles and islands later…

“I don’t think I will ever tire of the true blueness of Pacific water,” proclaims Carolyn Hanes as they rise Fanny-001into the air, once again, leaving Pago Pago Samoa. They are New Zealand bound; 1726.169 measly nautical miles and then the “turnaround”, in flying terms.

For her part, Sara Fenwick may never look at a glass half-full again. She will be happy when this is over.

“Look, Sara, a humpback!” Lyn has become an expert on whale species. A whale is a whale is a whale to Sara, certainly dissimilar to Constance Caraway’s right hand gal, with an eye for a good picture, Fanny Renwick.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #257

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #257

…Every Captain in my Clipper fleet, including the Atlantic routes, is getting one of these, it is marked, PLAN A – TOP SECRET – FOR CAPTAIN’S EYES ONLY

FOR CAPTAIN'S EYES-001

In early December 1941:  

“The Japanese are driving right for Hong Kong. What the hell are we supposed to do about the Clipper?” wonders Terry Trippe, not exactly thrilled with Japan’s policies in the Pacific. His island hopping enterprise depends on safe skies and tranquil seas. The ocean currents are tumultuous and the south sea air is fraught with turbulence.

“Why would that little bunch of islands be dumb enough to take on Uncle Sam?” asks Captain Robert Ford, one of Pan American Airway’s skilled pilots. His flying boat is the Pacific Clipper, which stays well south of Hong Kong, reaching Auckland, New Zealand before backtracking to California.

Pacific Clipper Route

“We didn’t do anything about Hitler when we had a chance. Look where that got England… and France… and Poland. Shit, John, if you ask me, we should have joined the war, you know, declared war when Britain was bombed, not just supplying them with arms and goods. Are we going to allow Japan to the same damned thing?” Terry Trippe echoes the sentiments of many of the interested observers around the world. He has gone so far as planning for the worst case scenario. “Every Captain in my Clipper fleet, including the Atlantic routes is getting one of these.” It is marked “PLAN A – TOP SECRET – FOR CAPTAIN’S EYES ONLY”.

“You know something, something big, don’t you?”

Foresight is one of Terry Trippe’s stronger traits.


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