Ahem.so, here is chapter two. No spoilers this time, though. I have decided
I want to have a little more fun with this and keep you guys guessing.
Disclaimers: See Chapter one, Plz.
Mac's Apartment Washington, DC 0800 ZULU
"Is this all you are taking?" Harm stared at a very small bag, smaller than most carry-ons. Mac nodded. "Mac, we're going to be there for like two weeks.Wait..are you telling me you can fit two weeks worth of clothes into that little suit case?" Mac nodded again, picked up her suitcase, and headed for the door.
She threw her small suitcase into the back seat of Harm's SUV, and climbed into the passenger seat in the front. "Come on, Flyboy!" she called, and seconds later, he was buckled in in the seat next to her. He sighed deeply. "What is it?" Mac asked.
"Are you positive you want to come along?" he asked her. "I don't want you getting hurt, Mac." he revealed honestly.
Mac waved a hand at him. "I'm coming with you, and there's nothing you can say to change my mind about it." She turned away from him to signify that, for the moment, their conversation was over.
Harm started the car, and pulled away from the front sidewalk of Mac's apartment building. "To the airport it is, then..." he mumbled to himself.
Washington- Dulles International Airport Washington, DC 0830 ZULU
"Why in the world are we here so early in the first place?" Harm didn't realize that he was talking to himself, but Mac answered his questions anyway.
"Even though we couldn't catch a plane until eleven, I think it's good we decided to come early." She said, putting her two cents worth in. "This way, we can get breakfast, and then we can go shopping before we get on the plane."
"Shopping? You're thinking of shopping at a time like this?!" Harm nearly had a stroke.
"Aw, Flyboy, come on!" Mac sighed. "That's not what I meant!" she whined. "It's 8:30, right?" He nodded. "Well then," she began, "We eat breakfast at the café, and at 9:00, we leave the airport for about an hour so we can go on a quick trip."
"Where to?" he asked, scratching his head in a very confused way. His eyebrow rose at the expression on her face.
"Flyboy..we are military, last time I checked, correct?" she smirked. He nodded again. "Look at these tickets.read the fine print." she instructed. He did. "See?" she sighed. "I think the Admiral had Webb buy these tickets. We have special privilege for certain items to be carried on board.and all we need to do is show our tickets, our military id's, and our orders."
"What orders?" asked Harm. "Honestly!" Mac threw her hands into the air in frustration. "Don't you have anything in your head? Do you think the Admiral could just send us away to Russia for two whole weeks without having some type of papers with us? Or were you just planning to waltz straight into Moscow and holler: 'I am an American soldier looking for my brother! Have any of you seen them around here?'" She glared at him, hands on her hips, waiting for his response. "Well, uh." he stammered, "let's just eat and get to the store." he suggested, smiling.
Military Surplus Outlet Washington, DC 0930 ZULU
"I've never seen one of those before." Harm commented. "It's a new model." Mac explained. "How's it shoot?" he asked her inquisitively.
"I doubt that little missy here could handle it." said the store owner, smirking.
"Excuse me?..." Mac coughed. "Do you have a range out back?" It was now she who was smirking.
"Yes, we do." The man was smiling. "Ahem." he cleared his throat, leading Mac and Harm out back.
Mac now had on a pair of headphones. Harm and the store owner watched from behind a glass wall. Harm grinned. "Sir.If I may say.you aren't a very wise man.." he was nearly laughing. "Why's that?" asked the man in interest. "Because you've messed with the wrong woman." Harm commented. "Oh? She's your wife?" he asked. "Oh.no." Harm sighed. "Best Friend."
The two men watched Mac shoot, and when it was over, the store owner pressed a red button, and a cardboard man flew forward. He had multiple bullet holes in his head. Mac smirked with satisfaction. The man, flabbergasted, stared at the cardboard. "Good shot." He commented. Harm suddenly thought of something that he thought would be hilarious. "Yeah, great shot, Colonel." He smiled. "Colonel?!" the man nearly fell over. "I'm so sorry, ma'am.I was just.well, see, uh.." He stammered. Mac laughed. "No sweat." She said. "Hey Harm, what time is it?" she asked. "0955. We need to hurry." He commented. "Yeah." Sighed Mac. "We'll take two of these, two flashlights, 100 feet of rope, two first aide kits, and two bullet proof vests." she listed.
"You can only buy the vests with special permission, ma'am." Said the store owner. "Look," smirked Mac, "I've got a plane ticket here issued by the CIA, and we're fixing to head to Russia on a mission. I think that's permission enough." "What's the mission, ma'am?" asked the man. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." Smiled Mac. "Still want to know?" "No, ma'am.now let's see.your total is." he turned the computer screen toward them, and Mac handed him a card from the CIA. "Military ID's?" he asked, and Harm and Mac brought them out. "Good luck, sir, ma'am." the man called as the two of them left his store.
Back at Washington- Dulles International Airport Washington, DC 1022 ZULU
"Boarding call for Flight 623 Overnight to Moscow, Russia. Those holding a first class seat, women, children, and anyone requiring assistance may now board the plane." Said a woman's voice over the intercom. (A/N: I have NO flippedy clue how this works, okay? I've only flown out of Dulles a few times..)
"That's us." Mac sighed, getting up and literally dragging Harm to his feet. "Come on!" she sighed in exasperation. "I'm supposed to be the nervous one here, remember?!" She dragged him onto the plane.
"What are you thinking about?" she demanded. She got no response. Sitting down, she sighed deeply, almost throwing her bag onto the floor of the plane in frustration.
"Mac?" Harm finally said something. "What?" she asked. "Why do you think Palmer would take Sergei instead of just waltzing into my room and dragging me away like he usually does? Why take my brother when it's me that he has the beef with?" "The beef?" Mac nearly laughed. "I never thought I'd hear you say that word. But I believe I already explained this to you earlier, remember? He wants to get you out there alone. But that isn't going to happen." she added.
Harm sighed. "I hope he's alright." He whispered, more to himself than anyone. "I promised I would protect him. If anything happens to him." he sighed again, only deeper.
"What?" asked Mac, turning to face him. "Promised who you would protect him? What are you talking about?"
"I promised 'him'." Harm clarified. "'Him'?" asked Mac. "Harm, are you talking about your father?" "Yeah." Harm sighed. "I promised my father I would look out for Sergei. I can't break that promise."
Disclaimers: See Chapter one, Plz.
Mac's Apartment Washington, DC 0800 ZULU
"Is this all you are taking?" Harm stared at a very small bag, smaller than most carry-ons. Mac nodded. "Mac, we're going to be there for like two weeks.Wait..are you telling me you can fit two weeks worth of clothes into that little suit case?" Mac nodded again, picked up her suitcase, and headed for the door.
She threw her small suitcase into the back seat of Harm's SUV, and climbed into the passenger seat in the front. "Come on, Flyboy!" she called, and seconds later, he was buckled in in the seat next to her. He sighed deeply. "What is it?" Mac asked.
"Are you positive you want to come along?" he asked her. "I don't want you getting hurt, Mac." he revealed honestly.
Mac waved a hand at him. "I'm coming with you, and there's nothing you can say to change my mind about it." She turned away from him to signify that, for the moment, their conversation was over.
Harm started the car, and pulled away from the front sidewalk of Mac's apartment building. "To the airport it is, then..." he mumbled to himself.
Washington- Dulles International Airport Washington, DC 0830 ZULU
"Why in the world are we here so early in the first place?" Harm didn't realize that he was talking to himself, but Mac answered his questions anyway.
"Even though we couldn't catch a plane until eleven, I think it's good we decided to come early." She said, putting her two cents worth in. "This way, we can get breakfast, and then we can go shopping before we get on the plane."
"Shopping? You're thinking of shopping at a time like this?!" Harm nearly had a stroke.
"Aw, Flyboy, come on!" Mac sighed. "That's not what I meant!" she whined. "It's 8:30, right?" He nodded. "Well then," she began, "We eat breakfast at the café, and at 9:00, we leave the airport for about an hour so we can go on a quick trip."
"Where to?" he asked, scratching his head in a very confused way. His eyebrow rose at the expression on her face.
"Flyboy..we are military, last time I checked, correct?" she smirked. He nodded again. "Look at these tickets.read the fine print." she instructed. He did. "See?" she sighed. "I think the Admiral had Webb buy these tickets. We have special privilege for certain items to be carried on board.and all we need to do is show our tickets, our military id's, and our orders."
"What orders?" asked Harm. "Honestly!" Mac threw her hands into the air in frustration. "Don't you have anything in your head? Do you think the Admiral could just send us away to Russia for two whole weeks without having some type of papers with us? Or were you just planning to waltz straight into Moscow and holler: 'I am an American soldier looking for my brother! Have any of you seen them around here?'" She glared at him, hands on her hips, waiting for his response. "Well, uh." he stammered, "let's just eat and get to the store." he suggested, smiling.
Military Surplus Outlet Washington, DC 0930 ZULU
"I've never seen one of those before." Harm commented. "It's a new model." Mac explained. "How's it shoot?" he asked her inquisitively.
"I doubt that little missy here could handle it." said the store owner, smirking.
"Excuse me?..." Mac coughed. "Do you have a range out back?" It was now she who was smirking.
"Yes, we do." The man was smiling. "Ahem." he cleared his throat, leading Mac and Harm out back.
Mac now had on a pair of headphones. Harm and the store owner watched from behind a glass wall. Harm grinned. "Sir.If I may say.you aren't a very wise man.." he was nearly laughing. "Why's that?" asked the man in interest. "Because you've messed with the wrong woman." Harm commented. "Oh? She's your wife?" he asked. "Oh.no." Harm sighed. "Best Friend."
The two men watched Mac shoot, and when it was over, the store owner pressed a red button, and a cardboard man flew forward. He had multiple bullet holes in his head. Mac smirked with satisfaction. The man, flabbergasted, stared at the cardboard. "Good shot." He commented. Harm suddenly thought of something that he thought would be hilarious. "Yeah, great shot, Colonel." He smiled. "Colonel?!" the man nearly fell over. "I'm so sorry, ma'am.I was just.well, see, uh.." He stammered. Mac laughed. "No sweat." She said. "Hey Harm, what time is it?" she asked. "0955. We need to hurry." He commented. "Yeah." Sighed Mac. "We'll take two of these, two flashlights, 100 feet of rope, two first aide kits, and two bullet proof vests." she listed.
"You can only buy the vests with special permission, ma'am." Said the store owner. "Look," smirked Mac, "I've got a plane ticket here issued by the CIA, and we're fixing to head to Russia on a mission. I think that's permission enough." "What's the mission, ma'am?" asked the man. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." Smiled Mac. "Still want to know?" "No, ma'am.now let's see.your total is." he turned the computer screen toward them, and Mac handed him a card from the CIA. "Military ID's?" he asked, and Harm and Mac brought them out. "Good luck, sir, ma'am." the man called as the two of them left his store.
Back at Washington- Dulles International Airport Washington, DC 1022 ZULU
"Boarding call for Flight 623 Overnight to Moscow, Russia. Those holding a first class seat, women, children, and anyone requiring assistance may now board the plane." Said a woman's voice over the intercom. (A/N: I have NO flippedy clue how this works, okay? I've only flown out of Dulles a few times..)
"That's us." Mac sighed, getting up and literally dragging Harm to his feet. "Come on!" she sighed in exasperation. "I'm supposed to be the nervous one here, remember?!" She dragged him onto the plane.
"What are you thinking about?" she demanded. She got no response. Sitting down, she sighed deeply, almost throwing her bag onto the floor of the plane in frustration.
"Mac?" Harm finally said something. "What?" she asked. "Why do you think Palmer would take Sergei instead of just waltzing into my room and dragging me away like he usually does? Why take my brother when it's me that he has the beef with?" "The beef?" Mac nearly laughed. "I never thought I'd hear you say that word. But I believe I already explained this to you earlier, remember? He wants to get you out there alone. But that isn't going to happen." she added.
Harm sighed. "I hope he's alright." He whispered, more to himself than anyone. "I promised I would protect him. If anything happens to him." he sighed again, only deeper.
"What?" asked Mac, turning to face him. "Promised who you would protect him? What are you talking about?"
"I promised 'him'." Harm clarified. "'Him'?" asked Mac. "Harm, are you talking about your father?" "Yeah." Harm sighed. "I promised my father I would look out for Sergei. I can't break that promise."