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Chapter Three Highwater
"We can't leave Sydney," yelled Will, panic clear in his voice.
"Mr. Tippin, I have been through that building. Sydney is not in it. She and Agent Vaughn must have been caught," Jack said, wringing out his shirt.
"Who the hell is Agent Vaughn?"
"An agent sent in to help Sydney. Neither have come back. It is obvious that the mission was compromised. We must leave now or the people that have them will find us," Jack insisted.
"I'm not leaving Syd."
"She will be fine on her own. If you stay here her life will be at even more of a risk. Get on the plane," Jack demanded.
Will knew he was over-ruled as he turned and boarded the military plane.
"By the way Jack, why are you soaking?" he asked timidly.
"I searched for Sydney in the warehouse, but it was flooded. I can only imagine that she was responsible for it," Jack said, sitting on the floor of the plane.
Within minutes Jack and Will had taken off leaving behind Sydney and Vaughn.
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"You think he awake?" an accented voice asked.
"He look dead. Why he in water?" came another voice.
"Maybe he go for swim. He look American. Funny people Americans," came the first voice followed by a series of pokes aimed at Vaughn's stomach, "Mister you awake? You sleep in water?"
"Where am I?" Vaughn asked the man, suddenly aware that he was indeed submerged in water. The previous night's events came rushing back to him and he had to fight back tears. The guard had gotten Syd. She was probably being tortured right now, all because of him. She had stayed, unsuccessfully trying to save him. He had tried to tell her to run, save herself. He loved her so much, and for her to get herself hurt to save him was a terrible thought.
"You in river. My farm. Why?"
"I... uhmmm... got lost. Can you help me?"
"You lost in river? You need help. Yes I help," said the man, his friend nodding at his side.
'If I were lost in a river I need more than help,' thought Vaughn. "I need to get to an airport with airplanes that go to America."
"Airplane to America far away. Take long time."
"What the plane trip or the trip to the airport?"
"Airport close, America no."
"Is there anything I could change into?" seeing their confused glances he added, "Can I have some clothes?"
"Clothes yes," replied the man leading Vaughn across a field of rice paddies and into a small house.
Vaughn returned outside wearing a pair of cotton pants that were seven inches too short and a cotton shirt that barely grazed his wrist, but ready to make his way home and see Sydney. He had realized he had to tell her how he felt even if it meant losing his job.
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Chapter Three Highwater
"We can't leave Sydney," yelled Will, panic clear in his voice.
"Mr. Tippin, I have been through that building. Sydney is not in it. She and Agent Vaughn must have been caught," Jack said, wringing out his shirt.
"Who the hell is Agent Vaughn?"
"An agent sent in to help Sydney. Neither have come back. It is obvious that the mission was compromised. We must leave now or the people that have them will find us," Jack insisted.
"I'm not leaving Syd."
"She will be fine on her own. If you stay here her life will be at even more of a risk. Get on the plane," Jack demanded.
Will knew he was over-ruled as he turned and boarded the military plane.
"By the way Jack, why are you soaking?" he asked timidly.
"I searched for Sydney in the warehouse, but it was flooded. I can only imagine that she was responsible for it," Jack said, sitting on the floor of the plane.
Within minutes Jack and Will had taken off leaving behind Sydney and Vaughn.
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"You think he awake?" an accented voice asked.
"He look dead. Why he in water?" came another voice.
"Maybe he go for swim. He look American. Funny people Americans," came the first voice followed by a series of pokes aimed at Vaughn's stomach, "Mister you awake? You sleep in water?"
"Where am I?" Vaughn asked the man, suddenly aware that he was indeed submerged in water. The previous night's events came rushing back to him and he had to fight back tears. The guard had gotten Syd. She was probably being tortured right now, all because of him. She had stayed, unsuccessfully trying to save him. He had tried to tell her to run, save herself. He loved her so much, and for her to get herself hurt to save him was a terrible thought.
"You in river. My farm. Why?"
"I... uhmmm... got lost. Can you help me?"
"You lost in river? You need help. Yes I help," said the man, his friend nodding at his side.
'If I were lost in a river I need more than help,' thought Vaughn. "I need to get to an airport with airplanes that go to America."
"Airplane to America far away. Take long time."
"What the plane trip or the trip to the airport?"
"Airport close, America no."
"Is there anything I could change into?" seeing their confused glances he added, "Can I have some clothes?"
"Clothes yes," replied the man leading Vaughn across a field of rice paddies and into a small house.
Vaughn returned outside wearing a pair of cotton pants that were seven inches too short and a cotton shirt that barely grazed his wrist, but ready to make his way home and see Sydney. He had realized he had to tell her how he felt even if it meant losing his job.
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