For some reason I'm really nervous about this chapter, it's kinda meh since I have a cold at the moment and I wanted to leave it with a cliffhanger but to me it seems rushed and they kinda jump from one topic to another :) Excuse mistakes, my mind isn't fully taking things in so my eye for detail is pretty crap today :D :D :D Don't own anything except the plot, a couple of the settings and my OCs :D :D :D
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"It dropped." Connor said suddenly, interrupting Jess' rant about the staff working down by the pools.
Becker and Jess frowned at him for a moment before realisation kicked in. "There should be phone service around here though." Jess replied.
Connor frowned. "No, not this phone. Matt's. His phone isn't even ringing anymore."
Becker glanced down at the watch on his wrist and sighed. "He better not still be on the beach..."
Jess racked through her brain. She and Emily had checked the beach earlier in the day, while becker checked the pool area and Connor and Abby checked the various shops and cafes. She frowned as she shook her head. "He's not on the beach."
Connor sat himself up on the desk beside Jess and frowned down at the phone in his hand. He suddenly grinned to himself and looked. "Hey, Action Man."
Becker sighed, turning to glare at him for the use of the nickname. "How many times have I told you not to call me that?"
He shrugged. "How would you find your men if you lost them? Like if you had to separate for whatever reason and something happened. With all comms and tracking systems down, how would you locate them?"
Jess watched Becker curiously as he frowned. "I wouldn't lose my men in the first place."
"Hypothetically." Jess added.
Becker glanced at Jess, searching for any signs that the two of them weren't taking the question seriously, but only found genuine curiousity present on the field co-ordinators face. He frowned. "Depends on the situation. In a war, a few would be sent to the last place they were seen and see if they're still there. The ARC soldiers on the other hand... they all have micro-trackers in the base of their boots. Pretty hard to jam the signal to those."
Connor's eyes widened and Jess sniffled a laugh. "Of course there's trackers in their boots... I should have guessed."
Becker sighed. "There may be a way to track him using his phone's GSP, as long as the thing isn't turned off, I could probably get his signal. Jess did you bring the tablet down with you?"
she turned and rummaged around between the various things on the desk before pulling the touch pad device out from underneath Connor and passed it over. While he worked, Jess turned to Connor.. "You don't seem to be worrying that much..." she whispered quietly.
"It's Matt."
"Still. The only one's that's been worrying is Emily."
"Jess, It's Matt. Futuristic Team leader, predator hunter extrodinaire that saved the world from certain doom. He must know what he's doing. If not..." He turned to Becker and watched the small grin appear on the his face. "Action Man will find him soon enough."
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"Stay here." Matt said as he dropped out of the vent into the storage cupboard.
Sarah huffed in disappointment, silently dropping out of the vent behind him. Matt looked over his shoulder and sighed. She shrugged. "I'm not staying behind. You said I could shoot someone..."
"No I didn't. Now stay here"
She frowned "But I have to get Charlie."
Matt turned away from the door and frowned. "Sarah, you're only what? Sixteen, seventeen years old. This isn't the place for you to try and be heroic!"
"I'm eighteen and what gives you the right to tell me what I can and can't do! You're not my father!"
"No, but I know you're father and he wouldn't be letting his daughter run around, putting her life in danger for-" She moved so fast, Matt couldn't comprehend what had happened until he was on his knees and Sarah had the gun aimed at his forehead.
She straightened her back and glared down at him with strong hazel-green eyes. "I don't care what you say, but I will do anything to keep Charlotte safe. Even side with the bad guy. My real father, not the emotional retard that he is now, taught me everything I needed to know to survive. I don't need you telling me what to do."
She kneeled down so she was at eye level with him and handed the gun back. "And if you ever come between me and saving Charlie, I will do more than just aim a gun at you."
She helped Matt up to his feet and rummaged around through the various documents and supplies in the room. While she searched, Matt snuck a peak outside and noticed a couple of guards monitoring the corridor.
"Found it..."
Quietly closing the door again, Matt turned and found Sarah, standing on top of one of the metal cabinets with a Mossberg 500 Cruiser shotgun in her hand and a wide grin on her face. "You have guns stashed away in the roof?"
Her grin widened "Gotta love Daddy's toys."
Matt frowned. "Why do you have guns stashed away in the roof?"
"I've been planning to escape for quite a while. It's what to do after Charlie and I get away from this place, that really has me hitting a wall."
"So if you have this all planned out, how do you expect to get through all the guards?" Matt asked, watching the shotgun swing back and forth in Sarah's hand. Nothing about what she was doing seemed safe.
She jumped down from the cabinet and had a look at his wrist watch. She sighed "It all runs like clockwork Matt, and right now we're ahead of schedule so... we have to wait here until he gives us the sign."
"Until who gives us the sign."
"Andy."
Matt's expression darkened. "Sarah, you better start explaining what the hell is going on fairly quickly. Andy isn't-"
"Andy's not a bad person Matt! He's just... it's hard to explain. But I trust him."
"I don't."
Sarah sat herself up on the cabinet and sighed, tracing her finger over a couple of thin scratch marks on the barrel of her shotgun. "I'd be dead right now, if it weren't for him. He's the peacemaker around here. It's Amy you need to watch out for. She's..." she paused, looking up at Matt with a mixture of a worry, fear and sadness in her eyes. "Doctor Amelia Mystery doesn't exist. She's..."
Matt's eyes narrowed. "Who is she Sarah?"
She took a deep breath and looked back down at the shotgun. "Her real name is Amelia-Jane Cutter. She's Helen's daughter."
I this chapter was suppose to end differently but I really wanted to update and the other ending was taking too long to write :D Plus this goes with the flow of the story... kinda :D
I love them reviews :D Honestly I think EVERYONE on here loves reviews. There just so... review-like and addictive :P Waow that was lame. I'm going to stop writing and go make myself some lemon tea now :D