"Marguerite, why did he call you Miss Smith?" The last time Malone had heard Marguerite called by that name, it had been by Applegate.
"Miss Marguerite Smith was one of the fake names I used more commonly before and during The Great War," she smiled grimly.
"I wonder how they knew you'd be here in the treehouse?"
Challenger asked, and for the first time all morning Marguerite looked up at him.
"That, George, is something I can't answer. I have no idea how they knew I was here. But as long as I am we are all in danger," Marguerite mumbled.
"We take turns watching at night. Except Marguerite, because that's who they want, and she is definitely not to go anywhere by herself. Everyone got that?" Roxton asked. If anything happened to Marguerite, Roxton would blame himself, no matter who was at fault.
"Wait, when did I agree to never have a moment of privacy. And this is my problem, if anyone should take a watch, it's me," Marguerite complained. She was not having one of them hurt because of her past mistakes.
"Marguerite, your the one they want. If they find you all alone, they are not going to give you time to warn us." Roxton said, trying to find a way to get her to agree with his plan. These germans won't get their hands on her. Not while he's around.
"I am perfectly capable of handling a few germans, I've done it before." She turned and started packing a bag with weapons, ammunition, and food.
Roxton grabbed her hand and asked, "What the hell do you think your doing?"
"I'm packing my pack. I need food and weapons out in the jungle," she stated simply, praying he would just let her go. But she knew better.
"You are not going out in that jungle alone. Your not allowed to do that when there are just dinosaurs after you, but when there are german military..." Roxton faded out. "No, our best bet is to stay up here, and take turns watching."
"Then I want to take the first watch," Marguerite stated, in a tone that informed Roxton she was not going to change her mind.
"Fine, but I'm staying out here with you," Roxton compromised. Marguerite knew that he wasn't going to let her be alone until this german threat was over.
"Fine," she said.
* * * *
"Goodnight Marguerite. Good luck, John," Malone laughed before heading into his room.
"Goodnight you two, be careful, and don't stay up for more then 3 hours," Challenger said, also leaving the main room to go to sleep.
"John, you don't need to stay up with me, I'll be fine," Marguerite said.
"I don't mind staying up with you," John said mischievously, arching his eyebrow suggestively. Marguerite leaned forward and kissed him deeply. The passionate kiss lasted several minutes. When they broke apart Roxton smiled at Marguerite gently.
"Wow," Roxton whispered, his face still very close to hers.
"Thank you," Marguerite said, smiling triumphantly.
The next hour went by quietly and uneventfully. Despite his promise to stay awake, Roxton couldn't stop himself from nodding off to sleep.
"John, are you sleeping?" Marguerite asked, and when her question was answered by silence, she smiled. Marguerite got up and went over to a chair. She pull a blanket off it and wrapped Roxton up. She lightly kissed his lips and whispered, "Goodnight."
As she walked to the balcony, a hand slipped over her mouth.
"It wouldn't be wise to scream or wake your companions. Not unless you want to see them die," a male voice thick with a german accent. Marguerite continued to struggle but there were three large soldiers holding her. They silently dragged her from the treehouse, and into the dangerous dark jungle.
"Miss Marguerite Smith was one of the fake names I used more commonly before and during The Great War," she smiled grimly.
"I wonder how they knew you'd be here in the treehouse?"
Challenger asked, and for the first time all morning Marguerite looked up at him.
"That, George, is something I can't answer. I have no idea how they knew I was here. But as long as I am we are all in danger," Marguerite mumbled.
"We take turns watching at night. Except Marguerite, because that's who they want, and she is definitely not to go anywhere by herself. Everyone got that?" Roxton asked. If anything happened to Marguerite, Roxton would blame himself, no matter who was at fault.
"Wait, when did I agree to never have a moment of privacy. And this is my problem, if anyone should take a watch, it's me," Marguerite complained. She was not having one of them hurt because of her past mistakes.
"Marguerite, your the one they want. If they find you all alone, they are not going to give you time to warn us." Roxton said, trying to find a way to get her to agree with his plan. These germans won't get their hands on her. Not while he's around.
"I am perfectly capable of handling a few germans, I've done it before." She turned and started packing a bag with weapons, ammunition, and food.
Roxton grabbed her hand and asked, "What the hell do you think your doing?"
"I'm packing my pack. I need food and weapons out in the jungle," she stated simply, praying he would just let her go. But she knew better.
"You are not going out in that jungle alone. Your not allowed to do that when there are just dinosaurs after you, but when there are german military..." Roxton faded out. "No, our best bet is to stay up here, and take turns watching."
"Then I want to take the first watch," Marguerite stated, in a tone that informed Roxton she was not going to change her mind.
"Fine, but I'm staying out here with you," Roxton compromised. Marguerite knew that he wasn't going to let her be alone until this german threat was over.
"Fine," she said.
* * * *
"Goodnight Marguerite. Good luck, John," Malone laughed before heading into his room.
"Goodnight you two, be careful, and don't stay up for more then 3 hours," Challenger said, also leaving the main room to go to sleep.
"John, you don't need to stay up with me, I'll be fine," Marguerite said.
"I don't mind staying up with you," John said mischievously, arching his eyebrow suggestively. Marguerite leaned forward and kissed him deeply. The passionate kiss lasted several minutes. When they broke apart Roxton smiled at Marguerite gently.
"Wow," Roxton whispered, his face still very close to hers.
"Thank you," Marguerite said, smiling triumphantly.
The next hour went by quietly and uneventfully. Despite his promise to stay awake, Roxton couldn't stop himself from nodding off to sleep.
"John, are you sleeping?" Marguerite asked, and when her question was answered by silence, she smiled. Marguerite got up and went over to a chair. She pull a blanket off it and wrapped Roxton up. She lightly kissed his lips and whispered, "Goodnight."
As she walked to the balcony, a hand slipped over her mouth.
"It wouldn't be wise to scream or wake your companions. Not unless you want to see them die," a male voice thick with a german accent. Marguerite continued to struggle but there were three large soldiers holding her. They silently dragged her from the treehouse, and into the dangerous dark jungle.