(A/N: So sorry for the delay in updating, and if you were
impatiently waiting for Mac to get rescued, the wait is over.
Standard disclaimers: Same as in last chapter.)
Fade in.
Mac was finding it harder and harder to believe that she was ever going to make it out of this place alive. With everyone thinking she had left on her own will, and Harm dead, she knew her days were numbered. But why go on? What would she have to go back to? It really wasn't worth it anymore without Harm. Most days, he was the reason that she came to work.
Approaching footsteps broke her out of her trance, and she focused on the stairs. Her jaw dropped to the ground when she saw who was standing there, none other then Lauren Singer.
"Lieutenant Singer?"
"I'm glad you still recognized me Colonel."
"What in the hell-"
"Wondering what I'm doing here? Well it's kinda funny actually. I was so steamed about the Litrell case; you do remember that one, right?"
"I remember."
(That was the case that Mac had made Singer look like a fool in front of the members.)
"So I was sitting in this coffee shop, trying to cool down, and this very handsome man walks in. We get to talking, and as it turns out we have some common acquaintances."
"Palmer."
"Yep, so we decide that the only way for me to get to the top is to take out the Admiral's pets. I didn't know that Commander Rabb would be so easy to take out. All it took was a drunk driver."
"Singer when I get out of here-"
"That's big talk for someone who is chained to a wall."
"Well untie me and find out just what I am talking about."
"No I like it this way better."
(And with that, Singer began punching and kicking Mac until she was unconsciousness.)
"You're not so tough now," she said as she headed for the stairs, to rejoin Clark.
Fade out.
With marines in place, harm, Sturgis, Webb, and the Admiral were ready to storm the building.
"Everything ready Webb?"
"Yes Admiral, there are no lose strings, and no chances for Palmer and his accomplice to get away."
"Then let's go."
Tear gas was thrown into the building, and the marines entered quickly. Everyone scattered, trying to secure the three story building. Harm and the Admiral went after Palmer, while Webb and two of the marines chased after the accomplice. Sturgis headed to the basement, trying to find Mac.
With Palmer unconscious at the Admiral's feet, Webb walked over with a handcuffed Singer in toe.
"Admiral, look at who I found."
(Both harm and AJ stood there unbelieving.)
"Singer what the hell is going on?"
"I want a lawyer, sir."
(Meanwhile in the basement)
Mac was barely regaining consciousness, when she heard all the noise. Had someone come to rescue her? She held her breath, as she heard footsteps approaching. She saw a tall dark man in a Navy issued uniform come down the stairs, holding out his gun. He stole a quick glance at Mac, and continued to look around. Once he was sure the place was secure he holstered his gun, and walked over to her.
"You must be Mac."
TBC
(A/N: Don't worry all; Mac will get back at Singer for beating the crap out of her. Again, I'm sorry for the delay. I can't promise the next chapter will be out soon, but I'll try.)
Fade in.
Mac was finding it harder and harder to believe that she was ever going to make it out of this place alive. With everyone thinking she had left on her own will, and Harm dead, she knew her days were numbered. But why go on? What would she have to go back to? It really wasn't worth it anymore without Harm. Most days, he was the reason that she came to work.
Approaching footsteps broke her out of her trance, and she focused on the stairs. Her jaw dropped to the ground when she saw who was standing there, none other then Lauren Singer.
"Lieutenant Singer?"
"I'm glad you still recognized me Colonel."
"What in the hell-"
"Wondering what I'm doing here? Well it's kinda funny actually. I was so steamed about the Litrell case; you do remember that one, right?"
"I remember."
(That was the case that Mac had made Singer look like a fool in front of the members.)
"So I was sitting in this coffee shop, trying to cool down, and this very handsome man walks in. We get to talking, and as it turns out we have some common acquaintances."
"Palmer."
"Yep, so we decide that the only way for me to get to the top is to take out the Admiral's pets. I didn't know that Commander Rabb would be so easy to take out. All it took was a drunk driver."
"Singer when I get out of here-"
"That's big talk for someone who is chained to a wall."
"Well untie me and find out just what I am talking about."
"No I like it this way better."
(And with that, Singer began punching and kicking Mac until she was unconsciousness.)
"You're not so tough now," she said as she headed for the stairs, to rejoin Clark.
Fade out.
With marines in place, harm, Sturgis, Webb, and the Admiral were ready to storm the building.
"Everything ready Webb?"
"Yes Admiral, there are no lose strings, and no chances for Palmer and his accomplice to get away."
"Then let's go."
Tear gas was thrown into the building, and the marines entered quickly. Everyone scattered, trying to secure the three story building. Harm and the Admiral went after Palmer, while Webb and two of the marines chased after the accomplice. Sturgis headed to the basement, trying to find Mac.
With Palmer unconscious at the Admiral's feet, Webb walked over with a handcuffed Singer in toe.
"Admiral, look at who I found."
(Both harm and AJ stood there unbelieving.)
"Singer what the hell is going on?"
"I want a lawyer, sir."
(Meanwhile in the basement)
Mac was barely regaining consciousness, when she heard all the noise. Had someone come to rescue her? She held her breath, as she heard footsteps approaching. She saw a tall dark man in a Navy issued uniform come down the stairs, holding out his gun. He stole a quick glance at Mac, and continued to look around. Once he was sure the place was secure he holstered his gun, and walked over to her.
"You must be Mac."
TBC
(A/N: Don't worry all; Mac will get back at Singer for beating the crap out of her. Again, I'm sorry for the delay. I can't promise the next chapter will be out soon, but I'll try.)
