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Jaye: FYI, people, I am bold and Lily is normal font. And our guest writer (next chappie) is italic. We do this so you can see our unique writing talents, and so we can remember who wrote what.

Lils: Yeah…unique writing talents and all that…but anyway, read the summary below, monkeys!

Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn are sent on a mission to find and bring back a mystery agent, crashing on a deserted island on the way (what a trip, eh?) When they get there, they find a small group of plane crash survivors...
Meanwhile, Charlie, Claire, Jack, and the rest have been stranded for fifty days. Claire is majorly depressed after losing her baby, and it seems like the only person she will open up to is Charlie. Will Syd and Vaughn be able to save the castaways, or will they become stranded as well?

Lils: ONCE AGAIN! I AM IN THE REGULAR FONT! This is a split account and therefore a split story. It's fun…Jaye writes a paragraph or two and then either our guest writer or me continues it! So get with the program! I'm sure you'll love the story once you understand!


CHAPTER ONE

The Mission

Agent Sydney Bristow strode into the office, chatting with her half-sister, Nadia.

"Sydney, Eric and I were going to go bowling again tonight—would you like to come?" Nadia asked. But Sydney wasn't listening anymore.

This was because they had just walked into the briefing room to find Julian Sark sitting there, without handcuffs.

Sydney put an arm out to stop Nadia from walking any further into the room. Her eyes flew from wall to wall, then back to Sark, who had remained as calm as ever.

She opened her mouth, maybe to raise some sort of alarm, but no words came out.

"Sydney? Sydney, what's—"

"Hey, Syd, we have a problem," came the voice of Michael Vaughn from behind them.

"Yeah, I think I figured that out," Sydney replied. "What is Sark doing here without handcuffs?"

"He says that he's on our side now."

"And you believe him?"

"What do you think, Syd?"

"No..." Sydney said darkly. "I don't trust him either." Remorse filled her. She glared at Sark, who had his eyes down, staring at his hands. "This was Sloane, wasn't it?"

"But..." Nadia whispered, sounding hurt, but Sydney didn't regret it.

"Where is he?"

"I believe you are referring to me, am I right, Sydney?"

Sydney, Nadia, and Vaughn turned to see Arvin Sloane standing behind them. Sydney nodded.

"What is Sark doing here without handcuffs?" she repeated her question for the second time in as many minutes.

"Mr. Sark has valuable information on the whereabouts of a crashed plane that had an agent of ours on it," Sloane explained. "This agent was almost arrested while carrying out a mission, and needs to be extracted before the survivors are found."

"Hey, Syd, Vaughn, Nadia," Eric Weiss called from the other side of the room.

Nadia, Sydney, and Vaughn took their seats, soon followed by Sloane.

"Whose our man?" Vaughn asked.

"Woman, actually," Marshall said. "Kate. You remember Kate, right? You know... hey, Vaughn...when are we going out to lunch?"

"Can't you just...stick to the subject?" Eric sighed.

"Um, yeah. So Syd and Vaughn, you guys are going to this island—uncharted, which means that no one's ever found it before—you know what it means, but um yes. You guys are going to the island, and you're bringing Sark with you since he's the only one who knows where it is."

"We have to take him?" Sydney asked, revolted. "Why can't he just give us the coordinates!"

"Because I would like to come along," Sark said in his accented voice. "Agent Austen and I had quite a past."

"All the more reason you stay behind..." Sydney said, casting him a dark glance he returned with cool defiance.

"I don't see where this is up to you," he said softly. Vaughn cleared his throat warningly, glancing in Sydney's direction.

"We should get going," he said in his casually demanding way. Sydney nodded, her face still hot and bright red. Behind her, she could hear Sark pushing in his chair and following them out the door.

As they boarded the helicopter that would take them to the island, Sydney was muttering about how traitorous jerks shouldn't be allowed to come on dangerous missions. Vaughn did not object to these ramblings.

"Can't believe they're getting him to come with us," she snarled. "Why him? Why not find someone else that knows the coordinates?"

"That would be because no one else does," Sark remarked.

"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't talk Sark," Sydney shot. "I can make this very uncomfortable for you. Trust me. It would be a pleasure."

Sark's jaw seemed to snap shut, and his eyes strayed to the vibrating metal floor of the helicopter. For hours it was silent. Sydney squirmed.

"Can't hold still, can you?" Vaughn laughed. Sydney smiled at Vaughn. She knew how hard it must be for him to have Sark on the mission. Shelooked at him with grateful eyes.

"Sorry...a little jittery...now. Sark. What can you tell us about this agent on the islandof yours?"

"We-e-ell," Sark drew out the syllables. "She's very—"

The helicopter lurched. Sydney, Vaughn, and Sark jerked forward in their seats. The helicopter started spiraling through the air.

"We're going down!" Sydney yelled.

Vaughn bared his teeth against another lurch. Heavy red lights began to flash as the plane spiraled ever downward. Sark and Sydney were thrown against one wall, Sydney falling to the floor and Sark ending up against one of the few slit-windows.

"We're he-e-aded f-f-for the ocean..." he shouted with difficulty from the intense vibrations of the chopper.

"A-a-according to our coordinates...w-we're not f-far from...a land mass!" Vaughn stated.

"C-can we s-swim f-fr-from wh-where we cr-crash?" Sydney yelled.

"T-that de-depends o-on wh-whether we sur-survive the crash!" Sark shouted back.

Sydney gave him a look, pulled herself off the floor with some difficulty, and fell into Vaughn. He put his arms around her as they hit the water. She opened her mouth and screamed, salty water pouring into her. The helicopter itself suddenly became like a soda can under a shoe, and caved in to the water. What amazed her was how fast it happened.

One second she felt safe in Vaughn's arms, the next she was ripped away from him, spiraling through the water, mouth still open, arms flailing and searching for—

Clunk!

She hit the side of the crumpled walls and pulled herself out into the open ocean. She looked franticly through the water for any trace of Vaughn or Sark.

"Hey!" she heard someone yell in the distance. "There's someone in the water!"

Help us, Sydney thought desperately as the darkness closed in on her.


"Wake up, wake up, c'mon, wake up," someone was murmuring, as they pounded on Vaughn's chest. He sputtered and sat up. Two guys were standing there.

"Charlie, go tell Kate that he woke up," the darker haired guy said. He turned to Vaughn, "Are you all right?"

"Where's Sydney?" Vaughn gasped.

"Sydney…? Oh. She's with Kate and Claire; she just woke up a few minutes ago. I'm Jack."

"Michael Vaughn," Vaughn said. "Can I go see Sydney?"

"Well, you're probably going to need her to come to you," Jack said. "Because if you move, those stitches are going to split."

"Vaughn?" Sydney tried not to look at his wound...or the stitches. Her hands clutched sand and her face felt crusted from the salt water. She looked at the one named Jack. "Where are we?"

A small young man standing off to the side laughed full-heartedly. He was short, sandy haired, with a rounded nose and had visible scars running around his neck. "Oh that's good!" he cackled, and nudged a girl with dark, curly hair beside him. She only grinned slightly, examining Sydney. Her eyes were dark and puzzled, arms crossed tightly about her person - her expression reminded Sydney of something...

"Sark."

"What?" Jack looked at her with his face scrunched up to the sun.

"Not what..." Vaughn sputtered from the sand; he had his head raised just above his shoulders, hands rolled into fists. "Who."


Sark woke up to see—nothing. Nothing but blue. Was he still in the water? Oh, wait—there was a cloud; he was looking at the sky. He sat up and looked around him. There were a few people standing around something—or someone—further down the beach.

No one seemed to be around him.

"Oh are you up?" A distinctly British voice called from behind him.

He turned. A young woman with limp blonde hair stood behind him. He nodded.

"I'm Claire," she continued.

"Julian Sark," Sark said.

"Sark..." The woman hummed over the name. "You - you know - there are people lookin' for you...down at the beach."

Sark couldn't help but frown. "Oh really?"

"Yeah. A man and a woman...they were in bad shape."

"They were? But they're alive?"

"Yes. I'm glad, too. Were they your friends?"

Sark didn't reply. At that moment, a crowd of people made their way over to him.

"Sark!" Sydney yelled. "Was this where we were supposed to be? I hope you're happy with yourself, because our radios are shot, the helicopter is wrecked, and we're STRANDED."

Sark stared at her for a moment.

"Sydney…do you really expect me to answer yes to that question? Of course I had no intention of crashing here, and to tell you the truth, once we landed I would have been – "

"Wait…" Claire said, holding out her hands. "W-who are you people?"

Charlie got a concerned look on his face, "Claire, did you—"

"Relax, Charlie, I didn't forget everything again," Claire said softly. "But—who are you? And how did you know about the island?"

Sydney took a deep, calming breath. "I'm going to go run," she said shakily. "It'll calm my nerves."

She took off before Vaughn could protest.


Halfway down the beach, Sydney was stopped by the woman with curly black hair and deep, mystifying eyes.

"I know you're from the CIA!" the woman announced. Sydney stopped, stunned.

"Huh?"

"I'm the agent. I'm Kate." Kate ran a hand through her hair, her eyes swelling. With a huff she looked down at her feet, sniffling. Sydney was confused.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," Kate said, rubbing her eyes. "It's just…I didn't think anyone would come for us. I thought that…I mean, we've been here for almost fifty days…"

THAT shocked Sydney. "Fifty days!"

Kate nodded, pushing her hair from her face again as a hot breath of wind swept up the beach. Sydney looked over the woman, a million questions popping into her mind as she did.

"So," Kate said, "you didn't come here to rescue us…did you?"

"No," Sydney admitted. "Well…we were sent for you...and found you...just…not the way we wanted to."

Kate laughed dryly. "Your helicopter is…"

"Totaled."

"Well then…welcome to the island."


Vaughn found Sark on the beach. "You planned this, didn't you?"

The younger man gave him a penetrating look. "How could I have planned a helicopter crash, Agent Vaughn?"

Vaughn clenched his teeth. "Sark, don't play innocent. When I search that helicopter, and I find that Artium device in the cockpit, you'll be sorry."

Sark fixed his cool gaze at the surrounding ocean. Below them on the beach, several members of the crash scuttled by.

"They seem to have adjusted well," he commented.

"Don't try to change the subject," Vaughn hissed sharply, and then flinched as his pain rattled through him from his crash injuries.

"Well, Mr Vaughn, last time I checked," Sark drawled, "you Americans had a policy about—oh, what was it? Right, FREEDOM OF SPEECH."

If Vaughn had possessed the ability to make the phrase "glaring daggers" a reality, he would have.

"Hmm…" Sark continued, placing an expression of bored thought on his face. "Perhaps you should call the doctor. He's down that way."

Vaughn kept glaring. "Back to the changing of the subject, are we?"

Sark seemed to be trying to refrain himself from rolling his eyes. "No, actually, we're back to the going of away, Agent Vaughn. Good bye."

Sark stood up, and soon found out that even though he was in pain, Vaughn sure could throw a good right hook when he felt like it.

"GAH!"

"HEY!" Another voice called out. Vaughn turned his head to see "the doctor" running at him, eyes wide with concern for the man that had just been through a series of painful aerial stunts, and was lying at Vaughn's feet.

Vaughn suddenly felt weak from his excursion, and the sandy beach spiraled…"Hey, are you okay?" Vaughn nodded stiffly. "Well then…what did you do that for?"

"Jack, right?" asked Vaughn. The doctor nodded. "Just before you do anything…like assume this guy didn't deserve it…let me tell you something. Sark is a – "

"Vaughn?"

"Hold on a second!"

"Uh—dude, you're bleeding," another voice said. "Bad. And dude—on the ground—you, uh, got a bit of, um, the other dude on ya."

Sark stared at the fa - horizontally challenged - man. Before he could say anything, he was pulled roughly to his feet.

"Are you okay?" asked Jack. Sark nodded numbly, his entire face feeling as though it were on fire. "Good." He turned to Vaughn and told him to stay still…

"Vaughn…what is going on?" Sydney stepped forward, shoving the large man with curly hair out of her way – which wasn't exactly an easy task – and ran up between Sark, Vaughn, and Jack, the girl named Kate trailing behind her.

"How about this," Kate said stepping in next to Jack, "we go to the caves, you meet everyone, and we can discuss this later."

She stressed the last word and eyed the three agents.


The sun had set, the only light generating from the fire that was crackling in the center of the gathering. The gathering, arranged in a circle, consisted of all of the original crash members, along with the two CIA Agents and…Sark.

Sydney sat next to Kate and Vaughn, while Sark found a roomy spot next to a sullen-looking man with long, dark, blonde hair and unreadable eyes.

As soon as everyone had gotten settled, Kate stood up, addressing the circle of islanders that were all looked expectantly back up at her, most of them thinking they had better things to do than be part of a get-to-know-you-circle.

"Now…I know most of you are thinking you have a lot better things to do than be part of this…get-to-know-you-circle…"

Cue the grumbles of agreement.

"BUT—we're doing it anyway. Get used to it. Say your name and something about you. I'm Kate. I'm from…well, all over. And…I've been here for almost fifty days."

"That don't count, Freckles," the sullen man drawled in a southern accent.

"Yeah, really!" Steve—or was it Scott? Syd couldn't remember—chimed.

"My name is Jack." Jack cut in smoothly, "I'm a doctor. I was flying here from my father's funeral. And well...I think we all know the rest." He looked down at his hands. "Charlie, you're next."

"Well, I'm Charlie Pace. I am the bassist for Driveshaft, and I wrote most of the songs with my brother, Liam."

"You're in Driveshaft!" Sydney gasped. "I LOVE Driveshaft! My sister and I listen to you all the time!"

Charlie smiled smugly and nodded. "Thank you to you and your sister." His smile faded as his eyes drifted to the woman next to him. Sydney remembered her from the beach…Claire. The woman's bright blonde hair drifted in front of her eyes, eyes that were sunken with sadness.

"Claire…" A Korean woman spoke up. Her English was slow and steady, and she set a hand on the woman's shoulder. "Lost her – "

"No…" Claire shook her head. "It's okay." She raised herface to the CIA Agents. "I flew here…because someone told me I had to…and I lost my baby."

"I'm so sorry…" Sydney said softly.

"Don't be." Claire turned her head bitterly, and Charlie whispered something to her that neither Sydney or Vaughn could hear.

"I'm Michael," said a man over in the corner. "And this is my son, Walt." The boy waved.

And so went on the get-to-know-you-circle, until it was Sydney's turn.

"My name is Sydney. I was born in Virginia and…I work at a…bank."

Vaughn smiled slightly. Sark rolled his eyes. Kate gave her a look that said, "So do I" in a sarcastic way.

Jack looked between them, but said nothing.

"So…dude…" Hurley spoke up, waving a finger at where Sark was sitting, confined in his own thoughts next to Sawyer. "What's your story?"

Sark was silent, his hands clasped under his bruised chin. Sawyer laughed, and Sark's eyes slid darkly over to him…but he still didn't say anything.

"S'matter, son?" asked Sawyer laughingly. Kate sighed.

"Ignore him," Vaughn shot. "He has nothing good to say. Poison is the only thing he gives."

Everyone stared at him. Vaughn sighed. "Never mind."

Sark moaned through his teeth.

"No, it is him who has nothing good to say," he said accusingly.

"You know, the safe the weaponry was in was waterproof, shockproof – "

"Hey, hey…whoa…" Charlie stood up. "Weaponry? You…you guys had guns? Why…How?"

Sydney dropped her head onto Vaughn's shoulder. "We…eh…Vaughn?"

Vaughn did not seem to be listening; his eyes were still fixed angrily on Sark and that Sawyer, who were both wearing mockery all over their faces.

"Yes, tell them, Agent Vaughn." Sark ducked his head.

"Agent?" Jack and Charlie said in unison, both raising eyebrows.

Vaughn groaned, still glaring at Sark. "Well, it all started one time at band camp…"

((A/N: Jaye: THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED, MORONS! GET WITH THE PROGRAM!))

Vaughn groaned, still glaring at Sark. "Well, to start with, Sydney and I have something to tell you all."

"Oh gee. Here it comes…" Hurley flinched. "You guys have come to kill us all, haven't you?"

"No!" Sydney shook her head rapidly, trying to calm the circle down. "We're…CIA Agents."

An all-around gasp rattled through the gathering. Sark looked pleased.

"Actually, Syd and I are the agents," Vaughn said, looking just as smug. "SARK over there is a world-wide terrorist."

A man in the circle with dark skin and hair looked away. More gasps filled the air.

"Oh, trust them, why don't you?" Sark said in his((sexy))accent.

"WE WILL!" Kate shot at him. Sark stopped dead, and both stared at each other.

"Well, Agent Austen, nice to see you again, too," Sark replied.

Kate's face burned, and she took a furious step forward, catching him in the mouth with a hard punch; his second for the day.

"Kate!" Jack, Sun, and a few others yelped in surprise as Sark twisted and landed dangerously close to the fire. He kicked back, raising his eyes to Kate in shock.

"What was that for?" Michael asked.

"That was bloody impressive!" Charlie cheered.

"Didn't I tell you that next time you stepped within twenty feet of me, you would pay, you scum?" Kate snarled.

"Die, scum, die!" Charlie yelped, jumping up and down. For an instant, everyone stopped to stare at him. "Sorry…" he sat back down, with Claire shaking her head miserably.

"Why did you come after me?" Kate demanded, fists clenched, stepping forward again.

"Hey…easy freckles…"

"You know, I never thought I'd say this, but Sawyer is right." Jack put his hands on his hips. "You mind telling us what's going on before you kill him?"

"To be honest with you…no."

"But I will!" Sark yelped, rubbing his poor, aching, head.

"You little—" Kate shot, and then stormed off.

"Feisty as ever, I see," Sark said, extremely smug for someone who'd almost got himself burned to death.

Both Jack and Sawyer stared at him.

"Well, all I can say is…nice punch," said Vaughn, earning himself a glare from Sark. Sydney, however, was not amused.

"Sark," she barked, getting up and pulling him off the ground. "What went on between you and Kate? She was…an Agent?"

Suddenly, the man with dark skin and curly black hair stood up. "Leave it to me to explain a few things, Sydney. You should know by now he will tell you nothing but lies."

"Yeah, I think I figured that out after six year—"

"HOW MANY BLOODY PEOPLE ARE INVOLVED IN THIS!" Charlie yelled, standing up again. Claire tugged him back down by the arm.

"Dude—shut up," Hurley—the horizontally challenged man—said.

"No—no, he's on to something," Jack said slowly. "Anyone else in on this...whatever it is?"

No one responded. The others had all fallen into their own quiet murmurs. Jack sighed. "What are you talking about, Sayid?"

"When I was in the Guard, I worked with him." He threw Sark, who was still being supported by Sydney, a dirty look. "And did not know…until just before I left Sydney – "

Vaughn raised an eyebrow. " – Australia...that I was working with a terrorist. I thought it was strictly routine shipping and communications, nothing more. I did not think to investigate further, but if I had..." He trailed off, leaving his statement to the rest of the circle's imagination.

Sark laughed through his teeth. "Shipping and communicat—oh, THAT'S good…"

"Shut. Up. You. Blasted. Pansy!" Charlie said, in a hushed voice.

"Oh, like you're one to talk, you git!" Claire said, playfully swatting him.

"Can we please get back to the subject?" Jack pleaded.

"Yeah well…before you do that…" Hurley seemed nervous. "I have to go."

"I will look for Kate," announced Sun, and the two of them left the circle, plowing through the jungle.

Sydney watched them go, still holding Sark. "Well?" she pressed.

"That's the only involvement I had," admitted Sayid. "And I helped unknowingly and certainly against my will."

Sark lifted his head. "You know why I chose you and your little company? Because your will is easy to bend."

"Are you calling him stupid?" Vaughn shot.

"Oh, no, of course not," Sark said sarcastically.

Vaughn jumped up, but Jack held out a hand to stop him.

"SIT. The stitches are going to come out if you keep trying to kill people!"

Vaughn clenched his fists, and opened his mouth as if to say something...but at that instant...

A high pitched whistle that sounded like a toy locomotive, followed by a booming, grinding sound went through the jungle.

"What the heck was that!" Sydney asked urgently.

"Once again—ha, that's a good one!" Charlie snickered.

"SHUT UP CHARLIE!" Everyone yelled at him.

Charlie, looking like a slapped dog, sat back down.

"It's never been this close before," Michael whispered.

"No—oh my God, Kate!" Jack yelled, before taking off sprinting into the jungle.

"Wait for me!" Syd shouted, dashing after him.

Charlie put his head down.

"Terrific."


Kate sat, panting. She ran a hand through her hair and pushed on her eyes, stubbornly stopping the tears that were threatening to come. She closed her eyes and sat there until she heard something coming toward her.

"Sun…what are you doing here?"

"I came…to find you," Sun answered in her slow, calculated English. "I was…worried."

Kate sighed. "I'm fine. Sark is just an as—"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!

"Oh, perfect!" Kate yelped, jumping up. "C'mon, let's get back to the beach before that THING eats us!"

Both women took off running from the Security System.


"Hey, where'd Charlie go?" Claire suddenly asked.

"The VH1 reject—missin' again," Sawyer said in a bored drawl.

"Don't call him that!" Claire snapped, standing up and looking wildly around. "We – we've gotta find him! Before he gets hurt!"

"Well that's all sincere enough to go right through my heart, princess…"

"Too bad you don't have a heart!" Without looking back, Claire got up and ran off into the jungle. Sawyer watched her, and saw Sark doing the same thing. He saw the accused terrorist's eyes widen as the howling sound from the jungle shook the ground.

"Oooh. Scary, isn't it?" Sawyer laughed.


Charlie stumbled through the darkness, toward the noise. Gotta save them…No one else can die…Not after Claire's baby…No one else…

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooooooohhhhh!

"BLOODY BRILLIANT!" Charlie shouted. "JUST BLOODY PERFECT!"

Suddenly, the edge of Charlie's jeans got caught on something—a branch or a wire—and he lurched forward.

He struggled to free himself, but in the dark he couldn't. "NO!"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooooooohhhhh!

And then he was looking right into the face—if you could call it that—of the local island monster.


"What is that?" Sark asked.

"Who cares? I'm going after Sydney!" Vaughn made for the jungle, but then paused.

"What's the matter, Agent boy?" Sawyer taunted. "You don't wanna run into the dark jungle?"

Vaughn was toofurious to say anything. He needed to go after Sydney, but he needed to make sure Sark wouldn't get away…

"Don't worry." Sayid stepped up from behind him and grabbed Sark's arm. That was all Vaughn needed. He turned and ran.


Sydney and Jack were side by side, sprinting toward the shouts and footsteps.

They saw someone struggling to release themselves from something, and then the shouts and the dragging.

"It's Charlie," Jack breathed.

"Well are we just going to stand here or are we going to go save him?" Sydney shot at him.

Jack laughed hollowly. "We're going to go save him."

And then—again with the bloody running!

Sydney pushed herself forward toward where Charlie was on the ground. He had stopped moving, and was staring up into something in front of him.

What is that? Sydney's mind screamed. She wanted to stop, but she couldn't let anyone innocent get hurt…

She slammed into Charlie, catching him around the waist and propelling him, and herself, into the safety of a bundle of tree roots.

"BLOODY – WHAT THE – HOW DID…" Charlie sputtered.

"Shh…" Sydney tucked herself in tight as the grinding slowly faded away.

"You learn that at the bloody bank?" Charlie gasped.

Sydney stood up and brushed herself off. "Yes," she said seriously.

"Syd!"

"Charlie!"

Jack and Vaughn came running up, eyes wide. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, fine…just perfectly peachy," said Charlie, shaking off the experience with a shudder.

"CHARLIE!" Claire screamed, running up and hugging him tightly. "I thought…you were gone…too…"

She sobbed into his shoulder, and Charlie looked at Vaughn and Jack, bewildered. They both made thumbs up and nods toward him.

"Claire, it's okay, I'm fine…"

"Syd, are you alright?" Vaughn asked, walking up to her.

"Yeah. But…Jack? What is wrong with this place?"

Jack laughed bitterly. "Too much to name."


Kate lifted her head when she heard the shouts.

"Sun…" she gasped. "The island!"

"Oh, don't worry about that."

Kate turned to see John Locke standing behind her.

"Why not?" she asked icily.

"They've already taken care of it."

"WHO has already taken care of it?" Kate shot.

"The others," Locke said mysteriously.

Boone, who was standing behind Locke, raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.


The camp was empty. Even Sayid had been taken down, and Sawyer, who had been caught by surprise, had been knocked out quickly, before he could call for anyone…not that he would have…he was too stubborn for that.

And now he had gotten away.


END OF CHAPTER


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