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Chapter Five
Inside Slovnich's Warehouse Moscow, Russia A Few Seconds Later..
Harm had heard his brother's pleading voice. "Sergei?!" He yelled. "Where are you?! Is Mac with you?!" He knew his brother, on the other side of that intercom, could not answer his questions, but he asked them anyway.
Finally, he decided to take action. He began to run to the back of the warehouse, all the while hollering for Sergei and Mac. Finally, he came to what he believed was the last door.the door that would probably lead him to Sergei, to Mac, and to Palmer. He quickly checked his bullet proof vest, loaded his gun until the chamber was full, and tiptoed up to the door. Placing an ear on it, he heard nothing, and soon realized that he would actually have to open the door to discover anything useful. As quietly as possible, he pushed the old door open, and to his ultimate dismay, it squeaked loudly. However, to his great surprise, nothing came out to grab him. Cautiously, he peered into the room. Yes! He could see Sergei and Mac! His heart fell. Mac was unconscious, and looked as if she had been battered around a little. Sitting next to her was Palmer, waiting patiently with a huge grin on his face. From the glint in his eye, Harm could tell that Palmer knew exactly where he was. Harm sighed, and quietly opened the door more. Palmer shot up, and when he did this Mac flopped over. She didn't wake up, but rather just stayed as she was, laying on her side on the cold warehouse floor. Harm winced. He looked over at his brother as Palmer approached him. Sergei had apparently been knocked unconscious as well.
Palmer smiled. "Hello, Commander." He smirked. "Eat dirt, Palmer." Harm threatened. He raised his gun. "Step away from my brother and the Colonel right now." he warned. "Oh, Commander, I forgot to tell you what I found.." Palmer lifted his shirt to reveal Mac's bullet proof vest. "Do you have one of these, Commander? I'd imagine so." he smirked. "You piece of trash." Harm had to grit his teeth. "You better not have done anything to her!" "And what if I did?" Palmer had a playful grin on his face by this time. "Then there I another place I can shoot you.and you won't ever come back." Harm threatened him once more. "Now step away from them." "Ah ah ah." Palmer waved his finger. "You wouldn't want the Colonel or Sergei to get hurt, now would you?" he ginned evilly, pointing to something on the wall. "What in the hell is that?" Harm demanded, noticing the small brown box that sat between his brother and the love of his life. "It's sound and motion sensitive.." Palmer grinned. "So if I were you.I wouldn't be too loud, and I wouldn't try to get any closer.unless you want to take those two home in a million different pieces."
Harm frowned deeply. "What do you want?" he finally asked Palmer. Palmer just smiled. "You know what I want, Commander. I'm going to ruin your life, just like you ruined mine..." "You ruined it for yourself, Palmer." Harm smirked, and while Palmer fumed, he looked down at his watch. Mac had set it for him so that it showed the exact length of time it had been since they called the Admiral outside the building. It had already somehow been over two hours. Hopefully the Admiral would think this a big enough time slot to call Webb about. Hopefully..
Back At JAG Headquarters Falls Church, Virginia Five minutes later.
The Admiral nervously twiddled his thumbs, and waited by the phone. Harm and Mac had yet to call back, and it had been over two hours. It as only one warehouse! How could they possibly take so long? Then he realized that something must have happened, and he snatched up the phone harder than he meant to, nearly jerking it off his desk. Quickly, he dialed Webb's number. Webb and a few of his people were luckily already in Russia investigating an unrelated incident linked to the KGB. It took nearly four rings, but Webb finally answered his cell phone. "Yeah?" he asked as soon as he answered. "Webb, this is Admiral Chegwidden at JAG. Look, some of my people went over there.and I think they're in trouble." "Oh, yes.Mac and Harm.I remember buying their tickets." Webb nodded. "Where are you at?" asked the Admiral. "We're in downtown Moscow. Why? We need to go bail your people out?" he smirked. "Don't be a smart alek, Webb, or I may break more than your nose this time.I'm serious.I think they're in trouble." "Where are they at?" Webb asked next. "The Commander said they were about to go into Slovnich's Warehouse last time he called." "I know where that is." Nodded Webb. "I thought that old place was abandoned." He was thinking out loud. "Don't worry, Admiral. We'll go get them." He promised. "Good." The Admiral smiled with relief, and hung up the phone.
Back at Slovnich's Warehouse Moscow, Russia Twenty-three Minutes Later..
Harm still stood exactly where he had been standing since he learned of Palmer's little bomb. He still held the gun pointed directly at Palmer. Even under these conditions, Palmer was still smiling brightly. Sergei had begun to stir, and noticed his brother's presence in the room. He smiled. "I knew you would come for us." He whispered. "I knew you wouldn't leave us here." Harm's reply was a whisper nearly softer than Sergei's. He was afraid he would set the bomb off. "I don't break my promises, little brother. I couldn't just leave you here." "What promise?" asked an intrigued Sergei. "One day I'll explain it to you." whispered Harm.
"Oh, how sweet." Palmer smirked. "I wonder what type of drama will play out when the lovely Colonel Mackenzie wakes up?" he grinned. "I can only imagine." "You're not allowed to imagine ANYTHING having to do with her." Harm smirked. "She's too good for you to even think about thinking about.." "Huh?" Sergei was mildly confused by Harm's last statement, but Palmer was quite amused by his over protectiveness. He quickly tiptoed back to Mac, managing not to set the bomb off, and carefully picked her up.
"Wake up, Colonel." he whispered in her ear. A few seconds later, she began to stir. When she saw Harm, she gasped. She smiled broadly. "Harm!" she exclaimed. "Shh!" he warned her. "You have to keep quiet! There's a bomb." he whispered urgently. "A what?!" she asked. "Palmer.let go of me! Harm.shoot him! It isn't going to hurt me.." Palmer moved Mac so that she was shielding him. Harm lowered his gun in defeat. Mac's eyes nearly bulged from her head. "Harm!" she whispered. "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you shooting right now?" "I can't." he whispered. "Why not?" Mac demanded, her voice low, but hoarse. "He's got your vest Mac.he took it while you were unconscious. And I can't risk shooting you to get to him." "Why not?" Mac asked again. "I'll live." "I can't risk it Mac." Sighed Harm. "Besides, if I shoot this thing, I blow us all into a million pieces." "That does complicate things a bit." Mac whispered.
Suddenly, Harm turned his head, listening intently for a second. He smiled, but dared not let Palmer see it. He turned back to Mac, still in Palmer's clutches, and Sergei, who was still incapable of any real movement. Knowing that Palmer wouldn't be able to chase him, he smiled. "I'll be right back." he whispered. Slowly, and quietly, he made his way from the room. Once out of the room, he ran all the way to the entrance of the old building. Just as he had thought, Webb was there with three of his men, getting ready to enter the building. Harm ran up to all of them. "Commander?" Webb was confused. "Where are your brother and the Colonel?" he demanded. "They are inside." he panted. "Palmer's got Mac, and her bullet proof vest.he messed her and Sergei up.and the only reason I haven't torn him into two pieces is because there's a bomb in there.it's situated between Palmer and Mac and Sergei." "What do we know about it?" asked one of Webb's men. "It's motion and sound sensitive." said Harm in a defeated tone. "Oh, one of those." grumbled Webb. He turned to the third man. "Apply the silencers, and when we enter that building, I expect to be able to hear a pin drop." "I'll show you where they are." Harm whispered, leading the four men into the building.
Minutes later, they were all there. Palmer was still holding Mac, and he was frowning deeply. His grip on Mac's throat had gotten visibly tighter. She was coughing, and the look on Sergei's face told them that he was fearing for his safety again as well. "It's alright Sergei, Mac." Harm whispered. "No it's not Harm." Sergei looked at Mac. "He's going to strangle her." he whispered. "Oh, no he's not!" Harm said angrily. Webb glared angrily at him. For a second, the small box had started to beep. He quieted quickly. "Let her go Palmer." Webb ordered. "Or I'm going to shoot." "You can't." Palmer smirked. "You'd set it off." he motioned to the box. "I would? Really?" Webb raised the gun. Palmer immediately recognized the silencer on the end of it. "I've still got her!" he threatened. Mac was starting to look sort of blue in the face. "And I still have a clear shot." Webb smiled. Palmer didn't move, and Webb took the shot. Palmer fell, and this time, he didn't get up. Mac was finally able to free herself from his grasp. "Take care of that bomb!" Webb ordered. Two of his men stepped forward quietly. It only took them a minute to disarm the bomb. As soon as they had done this, Harm ran to his brother. "You okay?" he asked. "I can't walk.but I'm a lo happier now." Sergei smiled. "Oh, and Harm.you still have to explain to me about that promise." "I will." He promised. "But first, there's something else I need to do." He hurried over to Mac. She was seated on the floor, so he dropped to his knees. "Mac? Are you alright?" he asked. "I will be." She promised him. "Look, there's something I have to tell you, Mac." Harm whispered. "What is it, Flyboy?" she asked curiously. "I was scared." He admitted. "I thought I would loose you there for a second. God, I can't even stand the thought of being without you, Mac. I love you..I'm sorry I didn't realize it until now." Mac smiled brightly. "I love you too, Flyboy." She admitted. "But why don't we get up off this floor, get your brother, and get the heck out of here? We can try to be romantic when we're back in Washington." she suggested. "Good idea." Harm smiled. Harm and Mac got up off the floor. Sergei was still seated, and Webb and his people were attending to Palmer's paperwork. As Harm thought, he was dead. Harm smiled, and slowly helped his brother up, leaning him on his shoulder, and walking slowly with him and Mac out of the room.
On the Plane.The next Day 2 and a half hours from Dulles 1321 ZULU
Mac smiled brightly, and cupped her hand in Harm, leaning on his shoulder. She looked up at him. "Hey Flyboy..I think you made good on that promise of yours." she commented. "I think your dad would be really proud."
"So do I, Mac." Harm grinned. "So do I." He hugged her close. From the seat behind them, Sergei was quietly listening to what they had been saying. He smiled to himself. Now he knew what Harm was talking about. And he knew Harm would never, ever break a promise to his dad.
Chapter Five
Inside Slovnich's Warehouse Moscow, Russia A Few Seconds Later..
Harm had heard his brother's pleading voice. "Sergei?!" He yelled. "Where are you?! Is Mac with you?!" He knew his brother, on the other side of that intercom, could not answer his questions, but he asked them anyway.
Finally, he decided to take action. He began to run to the back of the warehouse, all the while hollering for Sergei and Mac. Finally, he came to what he believed was the last door.the door that would probably lead him to Sergei, to Mac, and to Palmer. He quickly checked his bullet proof vest, loaded his gun until the chamber was full, and tiptoed up to the door. Placing an ear on it, he heard nothing, and soon realized that he would actually have to open the door to discover anything useful. As quietly as possible, he pushed the old door open, and to his ultimate dismay, it squeaked loudly. However, to his great surprise, nothing came out to grab him. Cautiously, he peered into the room. Yes! He could see Sergei and Mac! His heart fell. Mac was unconscious, and looked as if she had been battered around a little. Sitting next to her was Palmer, waiting patiently with a huge grin on his face. From the glint in his eye, Harm could tell that Palmer knew exactly where he was. Harm sighed, and quietly opened the door more. Palmer shot up, and when he did this Mac flopped over. She didn't wake up, but rather just stayed as she was, laying on her side on the cold warehouse floor. Harm winced. He looked over at his brother as Palmer approached him. Sergei had apparently been knocked unconscious as well.
Palmer smiled. "Hello, Commander." He smirked. "Eat dirt, Palmer." Harm threatened. He raised his gun. "Step away from my brother and the Colonel right now." he warned. "Oh, Commander, I forgot to tell you what I found.." Palmer lifted his shirt to reveal Mac's bullet proof vest. "Do you have one of these, Commander? I'd imagine so." he smirked. "You piece of trash." Harm had to grit his teeth. "You better not have done anything to her!" "And what if I did?" Palmer had a playful grin on his face by this time. "Then there I another place I can shoot you.and you won't ever come back." Harm threatened him once more. "Now step away from them." "Ah ah ah." Palmer waved his finger. "You wouldn't want the Colonel or Sergei to get hurt, now would you?" he ginned evilly, pointing to something on the wall. "What in the hell is that?" Harm demanded, noticing the small brown box that sat between his brother and the love of his life. "It's sound and motion sensitive.." Palmer grinned. "So if I were you.I wouldn't be too loud, and I wouldn't try to get any closer.unless you want to take those two home in a million different pieces."
Harm frowned deeply. "What do you want?" he finally asked Palmer. Palmer just smiled. "You know what I want, Commander. I'm going to ruin your life, just like you ruined mine..." "You ruined it for yourself, Palmer." Harm smirked, and while Palmer fumed, he looked down at his watch. Mac had set it for him so that it showed the exact length of time it had been since they called the Admiral outside the building. It had already somehow been over two hours. Hopefully the Admiral would think this a big enough time slot to call Webb about. Hopefully..
Back At JAG Headquarters Falls Church, Virginia Five minutes later.
The Admiral nervously twiddled his thumbs, and waited by the phone. Harm and Mac had yet to call back, and it had been over two hours. It as only one warehouse! How could they possibly take so long? Then he realized that something must have happened, and he snatched up the phone harder than he meant to, nearly jerking it off his desk. Quickly, he dialed Webb's number. Webb and a few of his people were luckily already in Russia investigating an unrelated incident linked to the KGB. It took nearly four rings, but Webb finally answered his cell phone. "Yeah?" he asked as soon as he answered. "Webb, this is Admiral Chegwidden at JAG. Look, some of my people went over there.and I think they're in trouble." "Oh, yes.Mac and Harm.I remember buying their tickets." Webb nodded. "Where are you at?" asked the Admiral. "We're in downtown Moscow. Why? We need to go bail your people out?" he smirked. "Don't be a smart alek, Webb, or I may break more than your nose this time.I'm serious.I think they're in trouble." "Where are they at?" Webb asked next. "The Commander said they were about to go into Slovnich's Warehouse last time he called." "I know where that is." Nodded Webb. "I thought that old place was abandoned." He was thinking out loud. "Don't worry, Admiral. We'll go get them." He promised. "Good." The Admiral smiled with relief, and hung up the phone.
Back at Slovnich's Warehouse Moscow, Russia Twenty-three Minutes Later..
Harm still stood exactly where he had been standing since he learned of Palmer's little bomb. He still held the gun pointed directly at Palmer. Even under these conditions, Palmer was still smiling brightly. Sergei had begun to stir, and noticed his brother's presence in the room. He smiled. "I knew you would come for us." He whispered. "I knew you wouldn't leave us here." Harm's reply was a whisper nearly softer than Sergei's. He was afraid he would set the bomb off. "I don't break my promises, little brother. I couldn't just leave you here." "What promise?" asked an intrigued Sergei. "One day I'll explain it to you." whispered Harm.
"Oh, how sweet." Palmer smirked. "I wonder what type of drama will play out when the lovely Colonel Mackenzie wakes up?" he grinned. "I can only imagine." "You're not allowed to imagine ANYTHING having to do with her." Harm smirked. "She's too good for you to even think about thinking about.." "Huh?" Sergei was mildly confused by Harm's last statement, but Palmer was quite amused by his over protectiveness. He quickly tiptoed back to Mac, managing not to set the bomb off, and carefully picked her up.
"Wake up, Colonel." he whispered in her ear. A few seconds later, she began to stir. When she saw Harm, she gasped. She smiled broadly. "Harm!" she exclaimed. "Shh!" he warned her. "You have to keep quiet! There's a bomb." he whispered urgently. "A what?!" she asked. "Palmer.let go of me! Harm.shoot him! It isn't going to hurt me.." Palmer moved Mac so that she was shielding him. Harm lowered his gun in defeat. Mac's eyes nearly bulged from her head. "Harm!" she whispered. "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you shooting right now?" "I can't." he whispered. "Why not?" Mac demanded, her voice low, but hoarse. "He's got your vest Mac.he took it while you were unconscious. And I can't risk shooting you to get to him." "Why not?" Mac asked again. "I'll live." "I can't risk it Mac." Sighed Harm. "Besides, if I shoot this thing, I blow us all into a million pieces." "That does complicate things a bit." Mac whispered.
Suddenly, Harm turned his head, listening intently for a second. He smiled, but dared not let Palmer see it. He turned back to Mac, still in Palmer's clutches, and Sergei, who was still incapable of any real movement. Knowing that Palmer wouldn't be able to chase him, he smiled. "I'll be right back." he whispered. Slowly, and quietly, he made his way from the room. Once out of the room, he ran all the way to the entrance of the old building. Just as he had thought, Webb was there with three of his men, getting ready to enter the building. Harm ran up to all of them. "Commander?" Webb was confused. "Where are your brother and the Colonel?" he demanded. "They are inside." he panted. "Palmer's got Mac, and her bullet proof vest.he messed her and Sergei up.and the only reason I haven't torn him into two pieces is because there's a bomb in there.it's situated between Palmer and Mac and Sergei." "What do we know about it?" asked one of Webb's men. "It's motion and sound sensitive." said Harm in a defeated tone. "Oh, one of those." grumbled Webb. He turned to the third man. "Apply the silencers, and when we enter that building, I expect to be able to hear a pin drop." "I'll show you where they are." Harm whispered, leading the four men into the building.
Minutes later, they were all there. Palmer was still holding Mac, and he was frowning deeply. His grip on Mac's throat had gotten visibly tighter. She was coughing, and the look on Sergei's face told them that he was fearing for his safety again as well. "It's alright Sergei, Mac." Harm whispered. "No it's not Harm." Sergei looked at Mac. "He's going to strangle her." he whispered. "Oh, no he's not!" Harm said angrily. Webb glared angrily at him. For a second, the small box had started to beep. He quieted quickly. "Let her go Palmer." Webb ordered. "Or I'm going to shoot." "You can't." Palmer smirked. "You'd set it off." he motioned to the box. "I would? Really?" Webb raised the gun. Palmer immediately recognized the silencer on the end of it. "I've still got her!" he threatened. Mac was starting to look sort of blue in the face. "And I still have a clear shot." Webb smiled. Palmer didn't move, and Webb took the shot. Palmer fell, and this time, he didn't get up. Mac was finally able to free herself from his grasp. "Take care of that bomb!" Webb ordered. Two of his men stepped forward quietly. It only took them a minute to disarm the bomb. As soon as they had done this, Harm ran to his brother. "You okay?" he asked. "I can't walk.but I'm a lo happier now." Sergei smiled. "Oh, and Harm.you still have to explain to me about that promise." "I will." He promised. "But first, there's something else I need to do." He hurried over to Mac. She was seated on the floor, so he dropped to his knees. "Mac? Are you alright?" he asked. "I will be." She promised him. "Look, there's something I have to tell you, Mac." Harm whispered. "What is it, Flyboy?" she asked curiously. "I was scared." He admitted. "I thought I would loose you there for a second. God, I can't even stand the thought of being without you, Mac. I love you..I'm sorry I didn't realize it until now." Mac smiled brightly. "I love you too, Flyboy." She admitted. "But why don't we get up off this floor, get your brother, and get the heck out of here? We can try to be romantic when we're back in Washington." she suggested. "Good idea." Harm smiled. Harm and Mac got up off the floor. Sergei was still seated, and Webb and his people were attending to Palmer's paperwork. As Harm thought, he was dead. Harm smiled, and slowly helped his brother up, leaning him on his shoulder, and walking slowly with him and Mac out of the room.
On the Plane.The next Day 2 and a half hours from Dulles 1321 ZULU
Mac smiled brightly, and cupped her hand in Harm, leaning on his shoulder. She looked up at him. "Hey Flyboy..I think you made good on that promise of yours." she commented. "I think your dad would be really proud."
"So do I, Mac." Harm grinned. "So do I." He hugged her close. From the seat behind them, Sergei was quietly listening to what they had been saying. He smiled to himself. Now he knew what Harm was talking about. And he knew Harm would never, ever break a promise to his dad.