CHAPTER 10:

James sat in the seat of the A.N. aircraft that was slowly flying towards its destination. They were flying towards the new Song tower and the possible location of its prisoners. They figured dropping in soldiers was the best way to do it. James volunteered to be the first one to jump out. He was more concerned about Jennifer of course than the other men. His last image he had before blacking out was her being dragged away by some troops that belonged to Von Schrader and Song.

"James? James, are you there?" Fiona's voice said in his ear piece.

"Yeah?" James said sullenly. "What's up?"

"I checked out the area, and to my surprise, it is not really fortified. You should be able to breach and capture easily."

"Good. Keep me posted on any further information."

"Alright, and be careful. And another thing…"

"Yeah?"

"I know you've a got thing for Jen and I really hope you find her."

"So do I."

"I never thought all those years I've worked with her that she could have someone like you." Fiona replied.

"She's like a rose. Beautiful, but so friggen' dangerous with all those thorns."

" Well, by the looks of things, you might just have pruned off all those thorns."

"Maybe." He looked out of the window, and saw that they were approaching the area that was better known as the new Song tower.

"Twenty-five metres until the destination!" The pilot called out. "Get ready!"

"Everybody ready?" Someone else called out. Ready to save the woman that I love,James thought to himself.

"Good luck." Fiona said. James nodded.

"Thanks." He saw that they were slowly approaching their destination. He tensed at the thought of the conflict he was about to jump right into. Time to do or die.

Jennifer slowly opened her eyes groggily. She was on her knees on a hard concrete floor. She was in a very dark room. Someone's figure was about six feet away from her. That someone was being beaten by a guard. She tried to speak, but no words escaped from her mouth as she was gagged tightly. She saw a very familiar body step in front of her. It turned on the light on the table behind her, lighting up its face. It was Choi Song.

"Greetings, Ms. Mui." Song said in a low voice. He came so close that they were literally inches from each other. Jen could smell his cologne drifting off of him like a mist. "I have had a very long time to think of how I was going to get my revenge on you."

"Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!" A man cried out. Song calmly closed his eyes, and excused himself. He walked to her right. Jennifer watched as Song pulled a gun out from his cloak and put it to the back of the guy's head. He pulled the trigger, coldly executing him. The man's body dropped to the floor with a thump. It seemed it was just her and Song in the room now.

"See what I am capable of? I was going to torture you but then I thought, you're not worth it." Song whispered eerily in her ear. He calmly walked in front of her, crouching down so they were on eye level. His almond-shaped eyes glared at hers, and he pointed the gun straight into her face, right between her eyes. She slowly closed them tightly, figuring this was they way that she was going to die. "Goodbye, Jennifer Mui."

BANG…

Jen opened her eyes and to her surprise, she saw that Song was the one on the ground bleeding rather rapidly on his back. She looked up, and saw a man's silhouette holding a machine gun with a smoking barrel. He continued to ventilate Song until he was nothing more than a crumpled pile of bloody pulp. He stepped forward into the light. It was James Holt.

"I'm sorry about that, Mui." James said, uncovering her mouth, and untying her. "Call me Jen." She whispered as she got up and wrapped her arms around him, holding on as tightly as her shaky hands could. James held her, rubbing her back softly. She pulled away gradually. He then handed her his Desert Eagle. "Let's go. The rest of the crew already got the other prisoners, and they are tearing this place apart."

"All right…" Jen said shakily. She was still a little terrified at the fact she had almost been killed only moments ago. She loaded the gun, the noise echoing in the room. They ran out of the holding area, and up to the lower floors. They saw an exit in the far corner, and James decided to check it out.

"Stay here." James said quietly. As soon as James rounded the corner, there was a gunshot, and he fell to the ground, holding his side. He scrunched up his face in pain and shock. Jen felt like her stomach was creeping up into her throat. She felt like she wanted to throw up.

"How could it be that easy Holt?" Von Schrader said stepping out from within the shadows. He was tall, had a shaved head, with several scars covering his face. He stared down at the man at his feet. James was still holding onto his side in an attempt to stop his loss of blood. Jen crouched down and hid in the corner. She froze, hoping he wouldn't be able to see her. Von Schrader stood over James, pointing his Luger P08 pistol down at him. "Now it's time to avenge my grandfather!" He coked the gun. "Die, American Scum!" Von Schrader roared. Jen then raised her pistol, and fired. Von Schrader stood there for a moment. Jen felt it was like slow motion, watching the bullet penetrate him. His eyes went as wide as saucers and finally, he fell, killed by a bullet to the side of his head. Jen ran over to James, putting her two fingers on his neck, checking for his pulse. It was just barely there.

"James, hang on." She cried out. James felt the life slowly drifting out of him. He heard her voice, but could barely say anything back. Feeling that he was about to die, he figured now would be the best time as any to tell her.

"Jennifer, I...I...love you." James mumbled with a cough. He closed his eyes. He knew if he was going to die, he had had the satisfaction of saying it to someone, and truly meaning it.