Chapter 3
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The boat began to slow. Tension grew as it bumped against the shore and came to a halt. The door to the cabin opened to the left of Sawyer, and the five men got out. The one in charge was the only one to stay on the boat as his men left and tied robes to large rocks.
"Here we are. Everybody up." he walked towards the end of the boat, gesturing for Walt to stand and go with him. The Walt looked over at his dad, asking for permission. Mike nodded, not wanting to give the guy reason to act out. As Walt steps off the boat with the guy, the men start to stand – Sawyer taking more time and grunting in pain as he moved. Jack, Sayid and Mike were standing on the sand of the new island, watching the gun in the guy's hand as it got closer to Walt the longer the guy had to wait.
"Move it Ford. We ain't got all night." The three men looked at each other, confused about who he was talking to. Sawyer stumbled off the boat, managing to catching his fall this time. "About time. Ben is almost here, all of you lie on your front. Now." He looked at them in turn as they looked back at him with confusion. He raised his gun to be flush with Walt's head. He ignored Mike's yell of protest, telling them again to lie down. At once, the four men begin to lower to the ground, lying with their cheek to the still warm sand. Mike and Jack were next to each other, looking at each other. Mike could hear Sawyer breathing heavily on his other side, the guy still holding Walt but having lowered his gun. They lay there for a few minutes before they heard another person walk closer to them.
"You four can go. They'll be no trouble." His voice had the air of authority and the other four men left instantly, leaving only the guy in charge and the newcomer – who must be Ben. "I am going to untie you now, then you will sit up on your knees, are we clear?" without waiting for an answer, Ben walked over to Sayid and cut off the robe that bound his wrists, allowing him to slowly rise from the ground into a kneeling position. Next, Jack rose slightly as his hands were at his front, as did Mike, before rising to their knees. As Sawyer was cut free and struggled to sit up, Ben walked in front of them. He was average hight, light skinned and wore glasses. His physique was not threatening, but the cold look in his eyes was. So was the way he edged closer to Walt.
He walked to stand in front of Sayid. "I know all about all of you. Sayid; worked for the Republican Guard. Jack; hot shot spinal surgeon. Michael; works in construction. They call you Sawyer, right?" He had walked in front of each man in turn as he said their name, stopping in front of Sawyer, smirking at the look on his face. The other three men had been watching him walk, but now they are looking at Sawyer, confused about the question. Ben turned towards his man, "I told you to just bring the boy."
At this Walt looked terrified, he looked to his dad, breathing fast. All men stared at Ben, trying to anticipate what will happen next.
"He was never alone. Figured best do it when he was only with two of them."
"Well, that worked excellently." The sarcasm dripped off each word. If the situation wasn't so serious, Mike would have laughed. But he didn't, no one did.
"Well, the other two were drawn by the commotion. We knew it wasn't going to be easy - "
"Yes, yes, I hear you. Well, we'll just have to have fun like this, won't we?" He addressed this last question to the four men in front of him. But got no answer. Instead he smirked at them, looking from right to left, eyes falling on Sawyer, who was evidently looking for an escape route. Ben smirked again, staring at him. Jack noticed, glancing to his right to see what had Ben so intent. He could almost feel the nervous energy coming off Sawyer from where he was. He knew if they were likely to get away, now would be the time. There was only two to overcome, the boat was right there. If they managed to get to Walt, it would be easy. Sayid was growing restless on his left. This was it, time to go.
No sooner had he thought it then he watched – as if in slow motion but unable to stop it – as Ben took two strides forward and pointed something at Sawyer's chest, pressing the switch. Time caught up, a flash of blue flew at the defenseless man, sending him reeling backwards. He lay on the ground spasming as volts of electricity coursed through his body.
Ben eliminated his first threat.
