Chapter Four
Palmer just watched Harm and Mac sleep. Unbelievably, he had decided to do nothing to them, but rather to start forming his master plan. You see, while Harm and Mac slept, Palmer had realized something. He had finally figured out a way to get his revenge on Harm..and the beauty of it was, he wasn't even going to have to touch him. No. There was someone that mattered more to Harm than any damage that Palmer could cause him, and Palmer was going to get that someone. He smiled to himself, and quietly snuck back to his own camp.
Harm and Mac woke to the sound of Piper's carrying on about the first immunity challenge. From what she read, the group determined that the challenge involved water, and balance..typical of a Survivor game. After reflecting on it for a while, the group began to make their way to the beach.or, well, to another part of the beach, at least.
"This will probably be like all those other water-balance games I've seen them do." Said Mac.
"Well, just remember, I have no clue what you are talking about, so I don't know what you mean by 'water-balance' games." Sighed Harm.
"Never mind. You'll see when we get there." Smiled Mac.
As usual, the quirky Colonel was right. The Survivors were being challenged to balance themselves on a small pole a ways out from the shore. Surprising to Harm and Mac, Palmer was the third person to quit. He jumped off his pole after only an hour.
Sitting on shore by himself, he eyeballed Harm and Mac, smiling. But what he didn't know was that Mark was eyeballing him. Mark sighed deeply. Something was going to have to be done to keep him here. He was going to have to tell the rest of the Survivors what was really going on. The only problem with that was that he would have to find a time to do it when Palmer himself wasn't around. The rest of Palmer's tribe mates were eyeing him hatefully. Mark was going to have to tell his tribe the secret before the tribal council tonight, or he just might get away...
The game ended with Harm, Mac, and one other person from Palmer's tribe still on their pole. When the last member of Palmer's tribe finally did fall of, everyone glared at him, as if their losing was actually his fault. They would have to go to tribal council.
Palmer, not wanting to deal with anyone's attitude, and still craving his own time to think, got up and left the beach, heading back in the direction of his camp. His tribe members fumed about his attitude, but Mark finally got the chance he needed to explain the awkward situation to his tribe members. Harm and Mac's tribe had left, so Mark approached the other tribe.
"As you know, you will be heading to tribal council tonight." He reminded them all. They all nodded. "However, there is something that you all need to be aware of before you get there." He added, and turned to his camera man. "Turn it off." He ordered.
"What did you do that for?" demanded one of Palmer's tribe mates.
"You all know Clark Palmer, right?" he asked, instead of explaining.
They all nodded, and stared at his for further explanation. "Palmer is an escapee from the military correctional barracks at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas." He revealed. "He won his spot on the show before I really knew about all of his past."
"Why can't they just take him away, then?" demanded one of the women of the tribe.
"Because...well, it's hard to explain. He's got to try something first. The officers at JAG believe he may be after a Commander working there. The two of them have apparently clashed heads before, so the Navy expects he'll look for him."
"Who?" everyone chorused.
"Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr." Mark sighed.
"I know that name!" exclaimed one man. "That's the tall guy from the other tribe. He won the immunity challenge today."
"That's him." Nodded Mark. He's here under cover with Colonel Sara Mackenzie."
"Sara..hm..the pretty brunette?" the same man guessed again, and again, Mark nodded.
"Well, why is two of them here instead of just the one?" asked another woman.
"Palmer's last attack was on a woman." Revealed Mark. "Now, because of this, they believe that Palmer may try to go for the Colonel instead."
"Why?" asked the man who had guessed their identities.
"Because, while Palmer wants to get the Commander, his last couple of revenge plots have just landed him back behind bars, as I understand it." Explained Mark. "The Colonel is the Commander's partner, and his best friend. Because of the recent change in Palmer's pattern that landed him back in jail..."
"The attack on that woman?" guessed one woman from Palmer's tribe.
Mark nodded. "Because of that, the Navy thinks Palmer may try to go for the Colonel instead of the Commander, so the Colonel is here as Palmer bait, and the Commander is here to break my head open if anything goes wrong.." Sighed Mark.
"Wait!" objected one woman. "First of all, what makes you think that this guy won't come after one of us? And second of all, what I the world do you expect us to do about all this?"
"Trust me..he doesn't have any beef with you. He won' t be coming after you." Mark assured her. "But in order to catch him in the act, he'll have to be on the island long enough to try something. If he were to be voted off too early, that would be really bad.."
"So you want us to keep him in the game?" asked an older woman.
Mark nodded. "I've already talked to my boss, and he says whoever is taken off the show because of Palmer will receive a ten thousand dollar royalty bonus. You all will have to decide who stays and who goes, of course...if anyone wants to volunteer, now would be the time. I'm sorry about all of this." He added.
"Don't be sorry." Smiled the talkative man from earlier. "I'll volunteer to go first." He nominated himself. Turning to the rest of the group, he smiled. "Be safe everybody, an make sure that this cuckoo is put back where he belongs."
"Let's head to tribal council." Mark advised as he saw Palmer returning in the distance. He sighed. A huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He was just glad that everyone was going to cooperate.
A/N: Sorry about the extremely long time between posts. I've been really busy. I don't expect to take so long with the next chapter, and I apologize for taking so long with this one.
Palmer just watched Harm and Mac sleep. Unbelievably, he had decided to do nothing to them, but rather to start forming his master plan. You see, while Harm and Mac slept, Palmer had realized something. He had finally figured out a way to get his revenge on Harm..and the beauty of it was, he wasn't even going to have to touch him. No. There was someone that mattered more to Harm than any damage that Palmer could cause him, and Palmer was going to get that someone. He smiled to himself, and quietly snuck back to his own camp.
Harm and Mac woke to the sound of Piper's carrying on about the first immunity challenge. From what she read, the group determined that the challenge involved water, and balance..typical of a Survivor game. After reflecting on it for a while, the group began to make their way to the beach.or, well, to another part of the beach, at least.
"This will probably be like all those other water-balance games I've seen them do." Said Mac.
"Well, just remember, I have no clue what you are talking about, so I don't know what you mean by 'water-balance' games." Sighed Harm.
"Never mind. You'll see when we get there." Smiled Mac.
As usual, the quirky Colonel was right. The Survivors were being challenged to balance themselves on a small pole a ways out from the shore. Surprising to Harm and Mac, Palmer was the third person to quit. He jumped off his pole after only an hour.
Sitting on shore by himself, he eyeballed Harm and Mac, smiling. But what he didn't know was that Mark was eyeballing him. Mark sighed deeply. Something was going to have to be done to keep him here. He was going to have to tell the rest of the Survivors what was really going on. The only problem with that was that he would have to find a time to do it when Palmer himself wasn't around. The rest of Palmer's tribe mates were eyeing him hatefully. Mark was going to have to tell his tribe the secret before the tribal council tonight, or he just might get away...
The game ended with Harm, Mac, and one other person from Palmer's tribe still on their pole. When the last member of Palmer's tribe finally did fall of, everyone glared at him, as if their losing was actually his fault. They would have to go to tribal council.
Palmer, not wanting to deal with anyone's attitude, and still craving his own time to think, got up and left the beach, heading back in the direction of his camp. His tribe members fumed about his attitude, but Mark finally got the chance he needed to explain the awkward situation to his tribe members. Harm and Mac's tribe had left, so Mark approached the other tribe.
"As you know, you will be heading to tribal council tonight." He reminded them all. They all nodded. "However, there is something that you all need to be aware of before you get there." He added, and turned to his camera man. "Turn it off." He ordered.
"What did you do that for?" demanded one of Palmer's tribe mates.
"You all know Clark Palmer, right?" he asked, instead of explaining.
They all nodded, and stared at his for further explanation. "Palmer is an escapee from the military correctional barracks at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas." He revealed. "He won his spot on the show before I really knew about all of his past."
"Why can't they just take him away, then?" demanded one of the women of the tribe.
"Because...well, it's hard to explain. He's got to try something first. The officers at JAG believe he may be after a Commander working there. The two of them have apparently clashed heads before, so the Navy expects he'll look for him."
"Who?" everyone chorused.
"Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr." Mark sighed.
"I know that name!" exclaimed one man. "That's the tall guy from the other tribe. He won the immunity challenge today."
"That's him." Nodded Mark. He's here under cover with Colonel Sara Mackenzie."
"Sara..hm..the pretty brunette?" the same man guessed again, and again, Mark nodded.
"Well, why is two of them here instead of just the one?" asked another woman.
"Palmer's last attack was on a woman." Revealed Mark. "Now, because of this, they believe that Palmer may try to go for the Colonel instead."
"Why?" asked the man who had guessed their identities.
"Because, while Palmer wants to get the Commander, his last couple of revenge plots have just landed him back behind bars, as I understand it." Explained Mark. "The Colonel is the Commander's partner, and his best friend. Because of the recent change in Palmer's pattern that landed him back in jail..."
"The attack on that woman?" guessed one woman from Palmer's tribe.
Mark nodded. "Because of that, the Navy thinks Palmer may try to go for the Colonel instead of the Commander, so the Colonel is here as Palmer bait, and the Commander is here to break my head open if anything goes wrong.." Sighed Mark.
"Wait!" objected one woman. "First of all, what makes you think that this guy won't come after one of us? And second of all, what I the world do you expect us to do about all this?"
"Trust me..he doesn't have any beef with you. He won' t be coming after you." Mark assured her. "But in order to catch him in the act, he'll have to be on the island long enough to try something. If he were to be voted off too early, that would be really bad.."
"So you want us to keep him in the game?" asked an older woman.
Mark nodded. "I've already talked to my boss, and he says whoever is taken off the show because of Palmer will receive a ten thousand dollar royalty bonus. You all will have to decide who stays and who goes, of course...if anyone wants to volunteer, now would be the time. I'm sorry about all of this." He added.
"Don't be sorry." Smiled the talkative man from earlier. "I'll volunteer to go first." He nominated himself. Turning to the rest of the group, he smiled. "Be safe everybody, an make sure that this cuckoo is put back where he belongs."
"Let's head to tribal council." Mark advised as he saw Palmer returning in the distance. He sighed. A huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He was just glad that everyone was going to cooperate.
A/N: Sorry about the extremely long time between posts. I've been really busy. I don't expect to take so long with the next chapter, and I apologize for taking so long with this one.