"Colombia?" they asked in unison.
"What's going on?" Alex demanded. "How do they know each other? Sellers another 'Company Agent'?"
"Well, I could tell you about them," Tom drawled, "but then I'd have to kill you. I need your help too much to do that."
"HA!" Cody laughed, "They teach that line in 'Spook school' or what?"
"Seriously," Tom said, "what I'm about to say cannot leave this room."
"We understand." they replied.
"Ten years ago, the US Ambassador to Colombia was ordered to send all non-essential staff back to the States. On the way to the airport, his son and nanny were kidnapped by one of the drug cartels in the country."
"Christine Sellers." Alex said.
"Yes, she was the nanny." Tom confirmed, "One of the men inside the cartel could pass off as a certain person we know. He was convinced to live the American dream and have our operative take his place. Donovan smuggled the kid out first and then went back for the nanny. A few hours later they made it to the plane. Donovan went back to make sure Raphael Sanchez's men couldn't come after them."
"So if Donovan killed them, who has him now?" Jake asked.
"I'll tell you one thing about Frank Donovan, Agent Shaw," Tom said standing up, "Frank Donovan may be many things, but he's not a killer. That's my job. Donovan will take a person out only if it's the only choice left open to him."
"Then why didn't you go back and kill him?" Cody asked.
"Our government had other plans for Sanchez and his operation," Tom smirked, "I need to know if you two are up to helping me get them out of Colombia."
"Like you need to ask." Alex said rolling her eyes.
"When do we leave?" Jake asked.
"Now." Tom replied.
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They landed on the ground with a thud and rolled towards the side of the road. As luck would have it, Christine ended up on bottom. "Are you okay?" Donovan asked checking her over.
"I'm fine, just have the wind knocked out of me." she gasped, "What about you? You landed pretty hard when we fell."
"We need to get going," Donovan said as he heard the screeching brakes from the truck. "Start running, I'll catch up with you."
Donovan watched which direction Christine ran. He hid behind the giant tree, waiting for the Raphael's men to go running by. He watched as the driver took off in the same direction as Christine. He waited a few seconds after the second man ran past his position.
He tackled the gunman and a quick struggle ensued. A little worse for wear, Donovan stood over the dead man and took his gun. Donovan sucked up the pain and took off after Christine. Thankfully Christine wasn't that far ahead of him. He stopped and leaned against a tree for some support. He raised his gun and fired at the man running after Christine.
He slowly walked over to the man and nudged him with his foot, making sure his was dead. He leaned over and picked up the dead man's gun. "Christine?" he yelled.
"I'm here," she replied walking up to him.
"Here," he said handing her the extra gun.
"And you want me to do what with this?" she asked.
"Shoot it if necessary." he stated.
"You're joking right?" Christine laughed trying to give the gun back.
"I rarely joke." he said looking at the gun.
"Yea, I can believe that, but I can't use this." she argued.
"I seen you fire a gun ten years ago," he argued back.
"Yea, pure blind, dumb luck." she retorted. "I never fired a gun before that day in my life."
"Son of a. Before we leave here, I will show you how to use one." he muttered taking the gun from her and sticking it in his waist, "Let's get moving before more of Sanchez's men come looking for us. I"
An hour later
"I have to stop for a minute." Christine wheezed, "I have to catch my breath."
"We need to get more distance before we can stop." Donovan said moving on.
"Yea, easy for you to say," Christine muttered, "you're not wearing high heels and a dress."
Donovan stopped and looked at Christine. He forgot she was still in her bridesmaid dress. He looked around for a place to sit down for a minute. He was hurting from the beating Raphael and his men gave him, not to mention the fall from the moving truck. He bent down and took the shoes off and proceeded to break the heels off.
"That should help," he said. "When's the wedding?"
"Lucky for you I didn't like these shoes." Christine replied, "Tomorrow, today. Whenever Saturday comes. Why?"
"I don't think you'll be back for it." Donovan commented ripping the dress above her knees. "Let's go."
"Are you sure?" Christine asked, "You took a couple of good hits."
"We need to put more distance from the compound." Donovan said placing an arm to his ribs.
"Look you can play macho man with me all you want, but I know you're hurting." Christine reasoned, "Let's rest before moving on."
"You win," Donovan smiled.
"See, you have to be hurting, you just smiled at me." she laughed, "Okay, hand it over."
"Hand what over?" he questioned.
"The gun. Time to show me how to use it." she reasoned, "You rest first. You need more than I do."
"You've got to be kidding?" he laughed.
"See, now you're laughing. You can't stay awake until we get out of here." she replied, "You have to trust me sooner or later with a gun."
Donovan sighed, he knew she was right. He walked behind her and placed the gun in her hands. "Place your hands here on the weapon." he instructed, "First you need to check to see if the safety is on, in this case it is. Now, the safety is off. And this is how to check if a round is in the chamber."
"Safety on and off, got it." she answered, "Round in the chamber, okay. What are you doing?"
"Making sure the safety is on so you don't accidentally shoot your foot," he smiled, "or me when I'm sleeping."
"Ha ha. Keep it up or I'll go back to the pen jokes." she huffed walking away from him.
"Stay within twenty feet," he warned grabbing her arm. "Sanchez's men know this jungle better than you. Wake me in two hours so you can rest."
"Give me some credit." she said rolling her eyes, as Donovan slowly sat down underneath the tree.
"Don't forget about the snakes." he smiled as he closed his eyes.
"Snakes!" she whispered.
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Christine walked around the so-called perimeter she set up. So it was more than the twenty feet Donovan warned her about. She looked around for anything that would pass for something to eat. Hopefully Donovan knew what they could eat.
Looking around for any snakes, Christine didn't hear the footsteps behind her. She knew she was in trouble when an arm wrapped around her neck and her gun was knocked out of her hand.
Christine took all of her strength and tossed the person over her shoulder. She realized it was one of Sanchez's men. Before he was able to regain his composure, Christine kicked him in the chest. The man got back onto his feet and started to punch towards Christine.
Christine managed to block his punches and without thinking, she threw a punch with her left hand. He grabbed her hand and brought her to her knees.
"Where's Juan?" the man demanded.
"I don't know." Christine yelped.
"Again, where is Juan?" he demanded, applying more pressure to her wrist.
"I don't know," she cried in pain, "He left me here to die."
"I don't believe you." he sneered, bending her wrist more until they heard it pop. Christine screamed in pain. "Where is Juan?"
"Right behind you." Donovan growled, placing his hands on the side of the man's head and snapping his neck. "Damn it, I told you to stay close."
"I know, I know," Christine cried, holding her wrist.
"Let me look at it," he demanded. He saw her wrist was already starting to swell up more than it already was. Donovan bent down and took the laces out of his shoes and tied them together. Next he ended up making a make shift sling and place her arm in it. "It looks like it's broken. Where's the brace you're supposed to wear?"
"I left it on the bed in my hotel room," she gasped., "it really didn't go with the dress."
"Women and their vanity." he muttered.
"Like I expected to be kidnapped and stuck with you again." she spat out.
"We need to move now." Donovan ordered, bending down to pick up the gun Christine lost, "They must've heard your scream. Let's go."
"What's going on?" Alex demanded. "How do they know each other? Sellers another 'Company Agent'?"
"Well, I could tell you about them," Tom drawled, "but then I'd have to kill you. I need your help too much to do that."
"HA!" Cody laughed, "They teach that line in 'Spook school' or what?"
"Seriously," Tom said, "what I'm about to say cannot leave this room."
"We understand." they replied.
"Ten years ago, the US Ambassador to Colombia was ordered to send all non-essential staff back to the States. On the way to the airport, his son and nanny were kidnapped by one of the drug cartels in the country."
"Christine Sellers." Alex said.
"Yes, she was the nanny." Tom confirmed, "One of the men inside the cartel could pass off as a certain person we know. He was convinced to live the American dream and have our operative take his place. Donovan smuggled the kid out first and then went back for the nanny. A few hours later they made it to the plane. Donovan went back to make sure Raphael Sanchez's men couldn't come after them."
"So if Donovan killed them, who has him now?" Jake asked.
"I'll tell you one thing about Frank Donovan, Agent Shaw," Tom said standing up, "Frank Donovan may be many things, but he's not a killer. That's my job. Donovan will take a person out only if it's the only choice left open to him."
"Then why didn't you go back and kill him?" Cody asked.
"Our government had other plans for Sanchez and his operation," Tom smirked, "I need to know if you two are up to helping me get them out of Colombia."
"Like you need to ask." Alex said rolling her eyes.
"When do we leave?" Jake asked.
"Now." Tom replied.
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They landed on the ground with a thud and rolled towards the side of the road. As luck would have it, Christine ended up on bottom. "Are you okay?" Donovan asked checking her over.
"I'm fine, just have the wind knocked out of me." she gasped, "What about you? You landed pretty hard when we fell."
"We need to get going," Donovan said as he heard the screeching brakes from the truck. "Start running, I'll catch up with you."
Donovan watched which direction Christine ran. He hid behind the giant tree, waiting for the Raphael's men to go running by. He watched as the driver took off in the same direction as Christine. He waited a few seconds after the second man ran past his position.
He tackled the gunman and a quick struggle ensued. A little worse for wear, Donovan stood over the dead man and took his gun. Donovan sucked up the pain and took off after Christine. Thankfully Christine wasn't that far ahead of him. He stopped and leaned against a tree for some support. He raised his gun and fired at the man running after Christine.
He slowly walked over to the man and nudged him with his foot, making sure his was dead. He leaned over and picked up the dead man's gun. "Christine?" he yelled.
"I'm here," she replied walking up to him.
"Here," he said handing her the extra gun.
"And you want me to do what with this?" she asked.
"Shoot it if necessary." he stated.
"You're joking right?" Christine laughed trying to give the gun back.
"I rarely joke." he said looking at the gun.
"Yea, I can believe that, but I can't use this." she argued.
"I seen you fire a gun ten years ago," he argued back.
"Yea, pure blind, dumb luck." she retorted. "I never fired a gun before that day in my life."
"Son of a. Before we leave here, I will show you how to use one." he muttered taking the gun from her and sticking it in his waist, "Let's get moving before more of Sanchez's men come looking for us. I"
An hour later
"I have to stop for a minute." Christine wheezed, "I have to catch my breath."
"We need to get more distance before we can stop." Donovan said moving on.
"Yea, easy for you to say," Christine muttered, "you're not wearing high heels and a dress."
Donovan stopped and looked at Christine. He forgot she was still in her bridesmaid dress. He looked around for a place to sit down for a minute. He was hurting from the beating Raphael and his men gave him, not to mention the fall from the moving truck. He bent down and took the shoes off and proceeded to break the heels off.
"That should help," he said. "When's the wedding?"
"Lucky for you I didn't like these shoes." Christine replied, "Tomorrow, today. Whenever Saturday comes. Why?"
"I don't think you'll be back for it." Donovan commented ripping the dress above her knees. "Let's go."
"Are you sure?" Christine asked, "You took a couple of good hits."
"We need to put more distance from the compound." Donovan said placing an arm to his ribs.
"Look you can play macho man with me all you want, but I know you're hurting." Christine reasoned, "Let's rest before moving on."
"You win," Donovan smiled.
"See, you have to be hurting, you just smiled at me." she laughed, "Okay, hand it over."
"Hand what over?" he questioned.
"The gun. Time to show me how to use it." she reasoned, "You rest first. You need more than I do."
"You've got to be kidding?" he laughed.
"See, now you're laughing. You can't stay awake until we get out of here." she replied, "You have to trust me sooner or later with a gun."
Donovan sighed, he knew she was right. He walked behind her and placed the gun in her hands. "Place your hands here on the weapon." he instructed, "First you need to check to see if the safety is on, in this case it is. Now, the safety is off. And this is how to check if a round is in the chamber."
"Safety on and off, got it." she answered, "Round in the chamber, okay. What are you doing?"
"Making sure the safety is on so you don't accidentally shoot your foot," he smiled, "or me when I'm sleeping."
"Ha ha. Keep it up or I'll go back to the pen jokes." she huffed walking away from him.
"Stay within twenty feet," he warned grabbing her arm. "Sanchez's men know this jungle better than you. Wake me in two hours so you can rest."
"Give me some credit." she said rolling her eyes, as Donovan slowly sat down underneath the tree.
"Don't forget about the snakes." he smiled as he closed his eyes.
"Snakes!" she whispered.
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Christine walked around the so-called perimeter she set up. So it was more than the twenty feet Donovan warned her about. She looked around for anything that would pass for something to eat. Hopefully Donovan knew what they could eat.
Looking around for any snakes, Christine didn't hear the footsteps behind her. She knew she was in trouble when an arm wrapped around her neck and her gun was knocked out of her hand.
Christine took all of her strength and tossed the person over her shoulder. She realized it was one of Sanchez's men. Before he was able to regain his composure, Christine kicked him in the chest. The man got back onto his feet and started to punch towards Christine.
Christine managed to block his punches and without thinking, she threw a punch with her left hand. He grabbed her hand and brought her to her knees.
"Where's Juan?" the man demanded.
"I don't know." Christine yelped.
"Again, where is Juan?" he demanded, applying more pressure to her wrist.
"I don't know," she cried in pain, "He left me here to die."
"I don't believe you." he sneered, bending her wrist more until they heard it pop. Christine screamed in pain. "Where is Juan?"
"Right behind you." Donovan growled, placing his hands on the side of the man's head and snapping his neck. "Damn it, I told you to stay close."
"I know, I know," Christine cried, holding her wrist.
"Let me look at it," he demanded. He saw her wrist was already starting to swell up more than it already was. Donovan bent down and took the laces out of his shoes and tied them together. Next he ended up making a make shift sling and place her arm in it. "It looks like it's broken. Where's the brace you're supposed to wear?"
"I left it on the bed in my hotel room," she gasped., "it really didn't go with the dress."
"Women and their vanity." he muttered.
"Like I expected to be kidnapped and stuck with you again." she spat out.
"We need to move now." Donovan ordered, bending down to pick up the gun Christine lost, "They must've heard your scream. Let's go."