A/N: OK, this chapter is slowly pressing towards the Isla Fuerte scenario, and we're starting to hurtle towards a climax. This chapter will explore the current situations of many of the characters seen so far. Thanks for everyone who voted on my profile.

Sarah walked across the dance floor as the couples started to arrive. She looked up at the ornate silver clock which hung from the banister. 7:57. Chuck was running late.

Even Casey had made an appearance, fathoming from out of the depths in a bright white suit with a red poppy. Sarah sniggered as she noted the drooping poppy.

"Hoping to impress someone John?"

"Maybe I already have Walker," Casey winked, disappearing into the crowd. The clock above her head struck 8:00, and she turned on the spot to see if she could spot Chuck walking down the stairs.

To her disappointment, Chuck wasn't among the various couples who had descended elegantly from the top reaches of the cruise ship. She stirred her cocktail nervously. Surely he hadn't stood her up?

The last couple descended, and then Sarah saw Chuck. He walked down the first few steps elegantly, demonstrating the poise he'd learnt. His eyes darted up and locked straight onto her. He smiled nervously and raised his hand.

Shame he wasn't looking where he was going.

As he took the next step, he missed the stair completely and tripped on his laces. He landed on his arse and slid down the remaining stairs like a child. He arrived at the bottom and looked up to see Sarah standing over him.

"Smooth move Roan," Sarah laughed.

"I've got more where that came from," Chuck replied smoothly, reaching up for her hand. She pulled him up and then looped an arm around him.

"Let's dance,"

*

Casey was having a blast. The pretty brunette was practically all over him as they danced the tango, and he couldn't help but feel attracted to her as she flung her hair back dramatically.

He looked up briefly, more out of habit then anything, and saw Sarah waiting at a table while Chuck stood over the bar. He smiled at her- a very un-Casey smile, before turning his attention back to his date.

The song ended, and Alicia rested her head on Casey's shoulder.

"John, I know this is wrong but that felt so right,"

"I'm old enough to be your father,"

"I don't care," she said, and kissed him hard in the mouth. Casey shut his eyes in shock, enjoying the feel of a passionate kiss. Carina had been with him out of habit. Here was a girl who genuinely wanted him.

"I just need to go the bathroom," she added, and disappeared into the crowd. Casey made his way across towards Sarah and collapsed at the table.

"Who's the brunette Casey?" Sarah teased, sticking her tongue out. Chuck came with the drinks tray and set it down on the table before taking a seat on the chair next to his girlfriend.

"What's all this?"

"Casey just enjoyed a passionate moment Chuck,"

"Aww, our little Casey's got himself a girlfriend,"

Casey grabbed Chuck's head and flattened it against the table.

"I'll have you know Alicia is a very nice young lady who has feelings for me,"

"Wow, maybe this time you can kick the crossword habit," Sarah sniggered, before grabbing Chuck away from Casey's grip. "Come on Chuck. My feet are killing me. Let's finish this dance elsewhere,"

"Sleep tight Casey. Don't forget, we're landing on the Isla Solero tomorrow," Chuck called back. A glass smashed roughly where his head had been a second ago, and Chuck grinned as he jogged up the stairs.

*

Morgan sat in the private plane as they flew over the Atlantic Ocean. He was absolutely bored shitless. No games console: everything was in the luggage at the insistence of the pilot.

"So what's your name," Morgan smiled, resting his face against the window to feel the vibrations of the engines.

"Arnold," the pilot tutted.

"Well Arnold, I really appreciate what you've done for me helping me get back to America,"

The pilot smiled behind the balaclava, adjusting his fingers across the gearstick. This was too easy.

"Arnold, can I just ask. I'm assuming after we land in JFK that I get a transfer to California?"

"Yeah, something like that," Arnold smiled and hit the autopilot button. He had precious seconds before it would go off again. Plenty of time. He flipped around and revealed the USP45 he clutched in his hand. Morgan took one look and froze, knowing he couldn't hide anywhere. The gun moved towards the point between his eyes, and Morgan Grimes lost consciousness before the gun could strike him.

Well that was easy.

Next he prepared the syringe he had stored in his pocket. Looking across he saw Morgan's eyes fluttering.

"I know you can hear me. You're going to forget everything about me now. But before you do, I have a message you have to deliver"

*

Raiff stretched in the cargo hold, banging his fists against the prison which contained him. He reached for his watch and pressed the dial down to reveal a communicator. Clichéd, but useful. Shame the lovebirds had missed this trick.

He pressed the one illustration, and knew he would be connected straight to his superiors. The watch buzzed three times before he spoke.

"This is Agent William Raiff. I've been captured on the mission site. Requesting support, I repeat requesting support,"

*

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