Thank you my Beta Duzell-Reincarnated for going over this chapter for me, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter and as a little extra, I made a music video for Alcatraz. www dot youtube dot com / watch ? v = 3DUtWLuwHcw if that doesn't work it's name is: Alcatraz ~Looking Back~ Rebecca
Her head is aching, her mind feels like it is wrapped up in cob webs and all sounds are at a distance trying to come through a dense fog.
Feeling around with her hands, Rebecca thinks 'It's cold and hot and -' She gets startled into opening her eyes by a spark hitting her right hand. Everything is in slow motion, bright with a dark cloud in her vision.
She looks to her left to see Ernest working on his belt, using a knife to cut through the straps. He looks at her. His headset is off and he has some dark marks on his face as well as blood coming down from the left side of his forehead.
His mouth is moving but his voice sounds so distant; as she squints and looks down at her own belt, her hearing suddenly comes back with a pop and everything is back at normal speed. She reaches down and pushes the release button, freeing herself from her restraints.
Looking up, Rebecca sees the front windshield is almost completely gone, the dashboard is a mess, and she can feel something warm on the side of her head. 'Okay, we have to get out, patch up, figure out where we are, establish contact, figure out what went wrong and get the hell out of here,' she thinks and looks over her shoulder to see Lucy is also stuck in her seat. "Hang on," Rebecca says, and her own voice hurts her head. 'This is going to suck...' She feels her head start to ache more.
Getting up, Rebecca moves over to Lucy just as Ernest gets himself free."Here, use this." He hands it over and grabs his small fire extinguisher starts using it on the dash.
Within a few seconds, Rebecca has Lucy free from her seat and Rebecca pulls at the door latch. It doesn't open. 'Come on... can't I catch a break?' She shoulders it and then motions for Lucy to move back. Rebecca takes a step back and she kicks the door and it swings open.
"Go!" Rebecca tells her and Lucy climbs out of the plane while Rebecca goes to the cargo and grabs a first aid kit and their luggage to hand it over to Lucy before climbing out of the plane herself with Ernest following.
"Are you ladies all right?" he asks as he checks over the nose. There is no way to salvage the plane. One of the wings is gone, the other is bent up, and the nose is broken and open.
Holding her head, Rebecca sighs, "I'll live," and Lucy opens up the first aid kit and goes through it while Ernest uses the extinguisher on the front of the small plane.
"I'm alright; you and Rebecca both need to get cleaned up," Lucy says and Ernest drops the extinguisher to look at Lucy as Rebecca turns around to face her.
Lucy goes into her luggage and pulls out one of her make-up kits, eye shadow and with it is a mirror. She tosses it to Rebecca and then she goes back at the first aid kit. Rebecca's eyes widen. "That explains the head ache," she mutters. Blood trickles down the side of her face to her lower cheek from a cut going horizontal above to the left of her right temple. When she hands the mirror to Ernest he smiles and says, "I've never looked so good!" He makes an 'Oooh' face before sitting down on the dirt and closing it up as Lucy walks over to him. She goes onto her knees and pulls out some gauze with disinfectant. "Making me nice and pretty?" he tries to joke and then his wound is touched. "Ow!" he winces and Lucy purses her lips.
"Sorry, did you manage to radio for help?" Lucy asks as Rebecca goes through her own luggage and pulls out one of her hand towels that holds her toothbrush and toothpaste together.
"No, even if I did make a radio call, we would be lucky if someone picked up on our signal. We're too far from where we took off that we'd be in range. We need to make contact somehow, and I need to figure out what caused us to crash... in the meantime, we can only hope someone saw us go down," Ernest answers as Rebecca puts her hand towel into the tower.
She wipes off the blood on her face and rinses it to bring it back for Ernest, cleaning up dirt and what else caused the dark marks on his face while Lucy cleans his cuts. "Do you know where we are?"
He looks up, biting his lower lip as he thinks it over and pictures it in his mind. "I need a map," he concludes. Rebecca gets up and climbs into the plane, moved through to the front and opens the glove box to see what is left: a couple of energy bars, Snickers, Mars, Hershey, Oreo and a map that is partially damaged. Grabbing all of it, Rebecca comes out to see Lucy putting a band aid on Ernest's last cut.
"That should do it. I'll check my own bag for pain killers," Lucy says, as she knew that they both must be feeling it from their bad cuts.
Rebecca hands the map to Ernest and he opens it up to their area. He bites his bottom lip as he recounts the flight and time. "This is our general area," he points and Rebecca looks over his shoulder.
She frowns, "Damn... nothing is very close. I'd say our best bet is Redwood Lodge, but it's a long ways away," Rebecca comments and Ernest nods.
"Yes ma'am, but it is our best bet." He looks at his watch. "You should get patched up and I'll see what happened and if I can salvage anything else," Ernest says as Lucy pulls out Tylenol.
"You'll need at least two of these," Lucy hands the container to him and then turns to Rebecca, "You should take one for now. Take a seat."
Giving a small groan as she sits down, Rebecca winces as the movement really makes her head ache. Ernest then hands her the pill container and walks to the plane to inspect it. "If we don't hear or see anyone, we should make camp here," Rebecca says as Lucy uses a fresh piece of gauze with rubbing alcohol onto her cut.
Hearing her friend hiss in pain, Lucy gives an apologetic look "Sorry, and I agree. Hauser most likely doesn't even know we've crashed," Lucy comments and Rebecca swallows a pain killer.
Lucy has just finished writing SOS in big letters on the small amount of beach that there is and Rebecca is walking into their small camp with a bundle of branches and twigs when Ernest drops the radio.
"It's broken, burnt right through," he says, staring at the black hole that takes out a corner. He then looks up at the ladies and says, "And I figured out what went wrong." He walks towards camp and parks his butt on the ground. "The plane got tampered with."
Blinking, Rebecca looks at the plane. "Our plane was sabotaged? What did they do?"
"They made it so the fuel tank was diluted, just enough gas to get us here and then on top, water. They took out a few other things as well... whoever did it wanted us to land here. Who would be after you ladies?" He looks up as Rebecca and Lucy sit down, looking at one another. "You're a cop," he says looks at Rebecca and she nods to Lucy.
Normally, they wouldn't let anyone else in for how absurd it all sounds. Knowing their plane was sabotaged, that someone wanted them to crash here, opened their eyes that their trip to the new 63's is no longer a surprise.
"We are part of a small team that is hunting down prisoners from Alcatraz. On March 21, 1963, the prisoners were said to have been taken off of the island and transported to another place; only that is not what happened. They disappeared, all 302 men, and they have begun to reappear all around the world, in 2012. We have been tracking them down through advanced computers, police radios and more to put them back behind bars and serve the rest of their sentence, and one has already tried to kill me," Lucy says, looking at Rebecca, who is watching Ernest's reaction.
"One of the inmates is my grandfather, and they somehow figured out that we're coming for them in Oregon... it's the only thing that makes sense. The world's worst killers are on the loose and we are working on catching them and putting them all away."
Ernest puts his head into his hands and then ran his fingers through his short hair before folding his fingers together and propping his head on them. "Alright, if you don't wanna say, that's fine." He smiles at them and then sees the chocolate bars in a pile, and then up at the sun that is beginning to go down. "Let's start a fire, and decide how to conserve our food supply until help arrives."
Having dug a pit near the tree line they each begin snapping the branches and tucking the twigs and tree shavings that Rebecca gathered with his knife. Ernest goes into his pocket and pulls out a lighter. "You never know when you'll need a light," he smirks and lights up the shavings, watching as the flames lick the twigs and slowly start catching.
"Okay... rationing... I'd say half a chocolate bar each for now. I know it has been hours since we've crashed, but if help doesn't arrive, we need to conserve," Lucy advises, and she gets nods of approval from Rebecca and Ernest.
Their stash consisted of a chocolate chip energy bar, chocolate caramel, a large Hershey bar, Oreo bar, Snickers and Mars.
"Ladies first, I like em' all," Ernest opens his hands, as if to say dig in.
Rebecca reaches forward at the same time as Lucy; she grabs the Snicker's while Lucy goes for the Mars. Ernest then reaches in and grabs his Oreo bar. Opening them up, they happy eat half of their chocolate bars while the fire starts picking up.
Rebecca and Lucy go into their luggage bags and pull out sweaters as a cold breeze sweeps past. "I'll pull the first watch," Rebecca volunteers as she zips up her heavy jacket with a wind breaker shell exterior.
Ernest gives her a funny look. "Don't be silly," he starts to argue, obviously not believing their story.
"I'm used to working long shifts while you spent a long time working on the plane. I'll take the first four hour shift and I'll wake up Lucy at 11 and then she wakes you up at five," Rebecca insists and he holds up both hands.
"Alright, alright, you win," he says, dropping his hands. "But if no one comes, we pack up camp at 8 and go for Redwood Lodge; it'll take us maybe two days at max to reach."
"Sounds good," Lucy accepts and grabs one of her extra sweaters to use as a pillow. Lying down on her side, facing the small fire, Lucy closes her eyes. She didn't think she was tired, but the trauma of the plane crash and the new situation puts her out in a few minutes.
Ernest curls on up on his right side, his back facing the fire. He isn't tired and is staring off into the trees. Wondering who sabotaged his plane, why they did it, and what the ladies did. Knowing the blonde is a cop makes him wonder if someone she put away got out from behind bars and is now coming after her. 'If that was the case, how many are we looking at? For all I know, she could be a dirty cop and I need to pick the right side when the time arrives,' he thinks and closes his eyes. 'Let help arrive so I never have to find out.'
Rebecca looks at the fire, assessing. 'Well... we need more wood if help doesn't arrive during the night,' she thinks. Standing up she steps around the fire and Ernest, knowing he isn't asleep yet as she'd already seen Lucy's eyes moving from under her eyelids.
Ernest opens his eyes and looks over his shoulder to watch her go into the trees and disappear. He turns back over and wonders, 'Can I trust her? How well do these ladies know each other or did they just meet for business now... damn it. Why are these questions coming up now?' he closes his eyes again, willing his mind to rest so he can get some sleep.
Walking back into camp with a bundle of branches in her arms, Rebecca sets them down in a pile, close to the tree line edge. She sits down just above them both this time, closer to the tree line, where the wind is less likely to hit her.
Looking down at Lucy, she frowns 'She doesn't look like she's having a pleasant dream,' she thinks. Looking at Ernest she sees his body tighten and loosen. His left leg gives a small kick. 'He seems restless... he isn't going to fall asleep easily or he won't fall asleep at all. Is this his first time crashing? How long has he been a pilot?' She purses her lips and ponders. 'Is his mind racing with scenarios? He doesn't know us; he knows I'm a cop, but that's it.'
Moving over closer to Ernest she touches his left shoulder and he turns to look over his shoulder at her slowly. "Want to talk?" Rebecca asks in a hushed voice. Knowing they have a big trek ahead of them, she doesn't want them to be taking too many stops due to a bad night's sleep.
"About?" Ernest asks as he thinks to himself, 'Sure I'd like to ask you questions, but if you are a dirty cop, I don't want to have to fight you.'
"How long have you been a pilot?" Rebecca asks and she watches his body relax a bit.
Surprised by her question at first, he answers, "Fifteen years," and watches her nod.
"How many times have you crashed?" she asks and he blinks.
"Why do you ask?" Ernest returns, wondering to himself, 'Did she expect this? Wonder how well I would handle a plane going down?'
"You seem tense, I was wondering if it is because you are having trouble after the crash," Rebecca responds as she continues to watch his body language. He tenses up when she asked the question and seems to relax again with her answer.
"Oh no... I've crashed six times... well part of it is the crash. Every single one is different in the situations and how it impacts you," Ernest explains and then he yawns.
Rebecca could sense a but, however, she knew it wouldn't come up. "I'll leave you alone to rest up," she says and moves back to being just above both of their heads. Another gust of cold wind sweeps by and she folds her arms across her chest.
'Just go to sleep, I'll get my answers later... go to sleep,' Ernest instructs himself. He closes his eyes and focuses on home.
"They should have been there hours ago. They didn't check into any other air port and no one has seen the plane since," Hauser mutters to himself, irritated. He expected to hear from Lucy when they landed, but when they never did and Soto finally arrived he got worried. Doc is looking over video footage and the regular search windows.
It took Doc till noon to finally get to the air port. Hauser was quiet but his eyes and body language showed his anger. Doc couldn't tell if it was being aimed at him, that Hauser wasn't able to watch over Lucy or if he just thought the break in was terrible timing. There is one thing that bugged Doc, and it now bugged Hauser: if there is a connection.
Doc's plane ticket was sitting on his desk, like it was dropped there, inside of his desk drawer. Most of the documents and comics were littered over the floor, a chair was knocked over, a lamp broken, his laptop was open, but they never hacked it. Wondering if he had been targeted for a specific reason when he saw the plane ticket, he told Hauser.
Now they're both worried about a plane crash; it is the only thing that adds up and they're waiting on a report from the shop about any suspicious behavior and Doc is looking at the video surveillance.
"There!" Doc exclaims and Hauser's attention goes to the screen immediately. "That's Owen Sampson; he's a 63, coming out of the shop!"
"Damn it!" Hauser clenches his fists and grounds out, "The warden must know what we're up to... but what does he want?" He puts his hands on the desk and stares at the footage. "Get into their employee list, see if he is listed or not."
Doc clicks something here and types a little there and soon a screen pops up. Doc scrolls through it, the sighs. "No... he's not here. Which means-"
"That he broke in to sabotage, the warden knows we're hunting down his inmates, he doesn't want us knowing what he's up to and most likely wants us out of the picture. With a huge quantity of killers, thieves, and more at his disposal... we need to find that plane and find out what Sampson did," Hauser concludes briskly and starts to walk away. "We need to speak with the employees, find out who saw him doing what and see if there was a tracker on the plane."
Doc gets up and follows him, now really worried about the situation. 'Has the warden sent an inmate to take care of the girls? Damn it... if Tommy wasn't still on the loose this wouldn't have happened!' He mentally kicks himself for the day when he found Rebecca lying on the road, for not getting there sooner, for not being with her during the whole situation.
It's 9:45 p.m. and Ernest finally fell asleep an hour ago. Lucy stirred a couple of times, but stayed asleep. 'I wonder what Doc and Hauser are up to...' Rebecca muses. 'No doubt trying to find us and what happened to us. The warden knows we're after the inmates... if I had handcuffed Tommy like I was going to instead of going through the motions of what he'd told me, we wouldn't be stuck here. Help isn't coming; at least not for a while... we have to hope there are berries in the woods that we can eat. They have no idea how far along we got, that we went over the water instead of land... there's just too many questions and not enough answers. It's up to us to contact them.'
Looking over at Ernest, she thinks 'He was probably going over worst case scenarios... I can't blame him for suddenly being edgy around me. He doesn't believe what Lucy and I are doing, possibilities will form in his head, and he probably won't trust me without evidence for now. I'll worry about that later.'
A twig snaps behind her, Rebecca looks over her shoulder and scans for any movement. 'It could have been an animal,' she tells herself, but she knows that's a slim chance. It is dark and she can barely see into the woods.
Another twig snaps and then a crunch can be heard. Not taking any chances, Rebecca reaches over to Lucy and covers her mouth, placing her right index finger to her lips as she does so. Lucy wakes up, blinks and looks at Rebecca curiously. Leaning down, Rebecca hisses, "I don't think we're alone," and moves over to Ernest.
Rebecca gives him a gentle shake. He mumbles and she covers his mouth for him to suddenly be alert, but not move. "I don't think we're alone," she whispers to him and two more cracks can be heard from in the woods.
Lucy and Ernest sit up and look in the direction while Rebecca pulls out her gun slowly and then her small flashlight, shining it between the trees. They hear a chuckle. "Damn... you're good," comes a voice; she can just see his head beyond a bush.
"What do you want?" Rebecca demands and he chuckles again.
"It's not what I want, but what my boss wants," he says, Rebecca slips the safety off.
"Who is your boss?" Rebecca asks, seeing how he is going to dodge questions. More footsteps can be heard coming towards them, so she shines the light around and catches sight of maybe three more.
"Jason Rasgo, heard of him?" the man asks. Rebecca glances at Lucy to see her nod as she stands up and Rebecca returns her attention to the speaker. Ernest slowly starts standing up as well.
"He wants us dead?" Rebecca asks and there is no reply. There is some time where no one says a thing, and Rebecca, Lucy and Ernest watch the tree line, feeling anxious and scared.
"Are you," comes a different voice from Rebecca's right, "related to Tommy Madsen... 2002?"
Gripping the gun tighter, Rebecca says scathingly, "No, why?" The last thing Rebecca wants is to be having a relation with the man who'd stabbed her. As she said back when she was face to face with him, she didn't know him, they were blood but they were not family.
"What the hell is this about?" Ernest bursts out. The first man starts laughing harder than before.
"You'll have to survive to find out, old man." the voice says and Ernest grabs for his knife just as three men came charging out of the trees at them. One for each of them.
Rebecca fires and hits her guy in the shoulder immediately. He falls down next to the fire. Meanwhile, Lucy has been tackled and the burly man above her pulls his fist back to punch her when Rebecca fires a round into his upper back. Lucy just manages to kick him off and then they hear a cutting sound, Ernest stabbing his guy in the side for the man to fall.
"He was right," the first voice says, "They will be hard to kill... get them!" Five more men come charging out.
"Run!" Rebecca orders and Lucy grabs one of the branches in the fire and strikes one man in the side of the head. He cries out and stumbles into one of his own, giving Lucy a clear path to run into the woods.
Ernest stabs the first one that comes at him, and then elbows the next one in the jaw before getting struck with a tree branch in the side of the head himself. He shakes his head only to get struck again but this time in the knee. He goes down half way to throw the knife forward and catch the attacker in the thigh.
Rebecca gets caught off guard when the guy Lucy struck made one of them side step into her after she dodged a fist and kicked him in the crotch. The side-stepping man knocks her down and punches her in the left cheek, exclaiming, "Ha! I got ya!" As he celebrates, Rebecca brings her head forward hard to slam her forehead into his nose.
He cries out in pain and stumbles back only for her to trip him into landing in the fire. Another man comes running out of the woods, and another runs out of the side seven feet away. "We have to run, now!" Ernest screams, and Rebecca gets up as more come running.
Ernest is in first, and Rebecca watches the men she shot from the start rouse themselves. None are dead, but plenty furious. She grabs Lucy's carry on and the first aid kit and then takes off into the woods.
"After them!" the voice from earlier shouts, and running footsteps come from behind. She can hear the thuds of heavy footfalls, animals moving in the trees above, heavy breathing. Someone stumbles behind her as she jumps over branches and dodges trees as best she can with limited light from the moon above.
'If we survive this night, I hope there is useful stuff in Lucy's bag for survival,' Rebecca thinks, her heart pounding as she begins to run up a hill. Breathing heavily as she gets to the top she sees the branch Lucy grabbed sitting in a tree in the distance.
Taking off for it and running past her friend, she tries to get her attention. "Lucy," she whispers as loud as she can. "Lucy!" she continues and then slips, not realizing she was at the edge of a short hill and falls down. She balls herself up and rolls when she hits the soft ground.
"Where are they?" comes a voice in the distance above.
"How many of you idiots are using your keychain flashlight?" shouts a booming voice, closer to where she is. Rebecca quickly reaches down and feels for her flashlight, attached to her belt. 'Must have shoved it there without thinking when we got attacked,' she thinks, getting to her feet. Once steady, she begins to run again.
"Rebecca?" whispers a hushed voice. She stops, recognizing it as Lucy.
"It's me, where are you?" Rebecca asks and moves toward the sound of Lucy's voice.
"Under the edge you fell off of," Lucy answers and Rebecca shines her flashlight on the ground, moving it up to see Lucy and Ernest huddled behind a bunch of tree roots and over hanging grass and weeds.
Turning the flashlight off, Rebecca hurries under with them. "I have the first aid kit and your carry-on bag," Rebecca whispers. They can hear shouts in the distance coming from different directions. Curses, mutterings, name calling.
"How many did you see?" Ernest asks and Rebecca closes her eyes for a moment before looking outside of their little hiding spot.
"Hard to say... I didn't look back... but maybe six, could be more," Rebecca answers as she leans back. "Who is Jason Rasgo?"
Lucy sighs. "He's a murderer, but a smart one at that. Breaking into family houses, he would have a team watching the streets so they could warn him by walkie-talkie if a police car was coming. The team would stall the cops, but if he had to, he would pin the murders on them and he never gave out his real name. Even if his team gave him up, he would disguise himself, use an accent, change his name, anything so the cops couldn't catch him. He liked to kill in a variety of ways, stab, shoot, strangle, poison, he did two fires once. The hard part about him was he moved from city to city, and he would kill a family once a week or once every two weeks to keep the police off his trail. He's very good."
Ernest's mind is reeling, and he keeps connecting them to Rebecca because of her being the cop and being addressed by one of the men. "Is he someone you caught?" he asks Rebecca and she sighs.
"Nope... he is one of the 63's we told you we are trying to catch," Rebecca explains, and he groans. Trying to make him believe, she says,"Okay, what was the last hard news you remember hearing about?"
"Uhhh those bank robberies and those trucks... Brinks?" Ernest wonders out loud.
"Garrett Stillman, known for being a robber whose first job is known as being small in comparison to the big one he aims for on the ladder going up. He was smart, very smart and planned everything out perfectly," Lucy says as Ernest shakes his head. "Inmate 2109."
"Do you have any idea how crazy this sounds?" Ernest demanded in a hush tone as they heard two thuds for the men to fall off the edge a few feet away.
"Ahhh geez! We're never going to find them!" complains another new voice.
"Trust me... I know," Rebecca whispers and the three fell silent. Listening and watching.
To Be Continued...
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