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Chapter 4

10:00AM-11:00AM

"Audie," my dad said quietly. I looked at him and he gave me a look as if to say come closer. I moved towards him. "I have an idea."

"What?" I asked. He started telling me about how he was going to get the guard to open the door by faking a heart attack. I would bring up the heart condition and he would do the rest.

He didn't even acknowledge us until my dad said, "Let my daughter go. You don't need her."

"She has already been useful," the man said.

"Please, I'll do whatever you want," dad said, trying to sound in control when really he was desperate.

"I know you will. That's why we are keeping her," the man said.

"I don't care if you kill me but if you kill her even your own people will see you as a barbaric pig," dad said. The man turned around and left. Dad yelled as the man leaves, "Is this what your religion teaches you?"

I walked up to him. "Dad, dad, calm down. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he said.

"Where's your medication?" I asked. "Your nitro-glycerin. Where is it?"

"I left it in the car," he said, stepping away from the fence.

I turned to the guard outside the cell. "My dad has a heart condition. He needs his medication."

The guard ignores me. I looked back at my father, wondering what to do next. He gave me a look that said 'forget it for now'. We sat for a couple minutes before my father stood back up and went to the fence again.

"I want to know who's in charge here," he said. "I want to speak to the man who was just in here."

"You'll speak to him later," the guard said.

"No now," he yelled. "I am the Secretary of Defense of the United States of America. You will listen to me."

"Dad, don't make it worse," I said standing up.

"What do you mean worse?" he snapped. "What could be worse than waiting around here to be murdered by a bunch of lawless godless thugs?"

"Dad, calm down," I said.

"I don't want to calm down! Don't tell me to calm down."

"What's the point? We're here. The best we can do is keep our heads and hope that someone comes and-"

"Hope?" he asked angrily. God, this better work. "Hope that we get rescued? We have to do something. We have to take-"

He screamed out in pain as he clutched his heart. Perfect.

"Dad, what is it? What's happening?" I asked. He dropped to the ground. "Take a deep breath, take a deep breath."

The guard was on his walkie-talkie and I yelled to him. "Help me, please. I think he's having a heart attack."

I pretended to panic over my father, and the guard unlocked the door. He said, "Step back. Step away from him."

I did and the guard pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. I yelled at the guard and right when he looked at me and told me to step away again, my father wrapped his arm around the guard's neck.

"Go, get out of here," dad yelled to me. I ran out of the cell a grabbed some sort of tool off the table outside. I ran back in and hit the man in the stomach. As the guard dropped to the ground, I picked up the gun and gave it to my dad. We started running down the hallways.

When a man came around the corner, my dad shot him without hesitation. My dad grabbed the man's gun instead and we continued down the hall.

"You still with me?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. I followed him around the corner. He killed another man but then there were several in front of us.

"Go back, go back," he said, but it was too late. There were men with guns all around us.

The man in charge came out. "Put your weapon down. Slowly."

My dad listened knowing there was nothing he could do.

"Both of you," the man said. "Hands on your head."

We did what he said.

"If another one of my men dies, your daughter will be killed," the man finished. We were taken away to the room.

"It was worth a shot," dad said when we were left alone.

"Now what?" I asked.

"We wait," he said. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked.

"This isn't about you. You shouldn't be here," he said.

"That's not your fault," I said.

"Doesn't make it any better," he said. We went silent again and kept to ourselves.

I thought about what Jack could be doing right now. Was he working with CTU to find us? Was he giving up? Was he thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him?

God I hoped not. Thinking about the person you love when you know you're going to die is torture. But, I'm sure it's worse to be thinking about the person you love when you know they're going to die.