Chapter 12 The Captive
After a week, Sherri had finally established herself at this primitive place in the middle of nowhere. She was still not used to all of the sand and dust storms that came along so often. She missed her family, but most of all she missed Harm. Sherri kept as busy as she could to make the time pass.
"Major. I need someone to take a jeep and go to Camp New York for the supplies on this list. We aren't busy at the moment. Would you go?" the base commander asked.
"Yes sir. I'll take Lt. Jefferies with me."
"Major, Lt. Jefferies is doing something else. You can handle it."
"Yes, sir. The regs state that two people must be present when going through the Afgan country side in a military vehicle."
"We just don't have the people to spare, Major."
"Yes sir. On my way, sir."
Sherri requisitioned a jeep from the motor pool. The trip to her destination was uneventful.
Half way back to her base Sherri noticed another jeep racing toward her. It was not an American or allied jeep. They approached Sherri with guns pointed.
"You are my prisoner." a bearded middle aged man told Sherri in broken English.
They forced Sherri into their jeep and blind folded her. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back.
"James, major. US Air Force nurse corp. I am only a nurse, I can't tell you anything."
"Shut up, woman." the bearded man said to Sherri as he smacked her and she fell to the ground.
The other Afgan said something to his partner in Arabic and the man left Sherri alone.
The three drove for what seemed like forever to an unknown place.
They arrived at their destination. All Sherri could tell was that the place was damp and musty.
Someone removed the blind fold from Sherri's eyes.
"Welcome, pretty American soldier. I am Zomar Adea. The leader of this little group."
" I repeat. James, major US Air Force nurse corp. serial number 989 26 3875."
"Pretty lady, I know all that. My friends and I just want to know why American forces are in Afghanistan.
Sherri repeated the required information. She knew that this Zomar what ever his name was wouldn't let her keep this up for very long.
As Sherri's eyes adjusted to her surroundings she began to noticed that this Zomar fellow resembled Trevor, the last man that she really loved before Harm. His age and height were about right and of course he was much thinner then Trevor, but that would be expected.
"Trevor, it that you?" Sherri hoped and wondered.
"I am Zomar Adea, not some pampered American officer." the rebel yelled.
Sherri gave up the wild idea that this lunatic could in all likelihood be Trevor.
Meanwhile back in Washington, Admiral Chedweggin had just received the news that Sherri was MIA. He wanted to talk to CIA special agent Clayton Webb to see what the CIA knew about the situation. The two men met in private in the Admiral's office.
"OK Webb. What does the CIA know about Major James's disappearance a few days ago?"
"Admiral, why do you always thing that 'the company' is always involved with everything? Especially when something goes wrong."
"Don't play with me Webb." the Admiral was getting hot under the collar. " I can always tell Rabb what I know and let him get it out of you any way he can."
"That won't be necessary Admiral. I know how Rabb felt about this Air Force nurse."
"Do tell then, Mr. Webb." the admiral said patiently.
"We, 'the company' believes that Major James is being held at a place not far from her base. We believe that she is being held by an independent group of Afgan rebels led by Zomar Adea."
"Who is this Zomar Adea ? I've never heard of him." the admiral wanted to let Webb know that he was serious.
"Admiral, Zomar Adea is a 'company' plant that we inserted into the Afgan rebel interstructure almost ten years ago to gather information on illegal sale of arms by the Afgans. His real name is Air Force Lt. Trevor Garrett. He purposely made it look like his aircraft had crashed then infiltrated the rebel forces and over time gained their trust. We lost contact with him some time ago and thought that he was executed. Major James's abduction proves that he is still alive and well."
Shortly after the meeting, Cmdr. Rabb was informed about Sherri. He was furious at Webb and the CIA for lying to Sherri for almost ten years.
"Webb, I don't care how you do it, but you better found her and bring her home in the same condition as she left." Harm announced to Webb rather loudly.
"Rabb, it will take some time, but I think I can get in contact with Zomar Adea.. I mean Lt. Garrett. We can arrange an extraction. We have contacts."
" Well use them and do it, and it better not take too long, Webb." Harm replied strongly.
Back in the rebel compound in Afghanistan Sherri was alone in a small dark, damp cell. Unexpectedly, the door opened and a man stepped inside. He had a slender body frame and was about six feet tall. Sherri could not be sure of his hair color because of the traditional Afgan head wrapping. He had lovely dark brown eyes that Sherri could tell held a lot of pain.
"Sherri, don't be afraid. You were right, it is me. It is Trevor."
"Trevor?" Sherri questioned. "How can I be sure that it is really you? You're supposed to be dead."
"It's me, sweetheart. Remember the time that we were seniors at the 4th of July party and we left the crowd to have some time together alone. We went to the edge of the river in the tall grass and had a celebration for two."
"Oh Trevor, is it really you? Nobody else could have known that. I remember. We have a daughter from that private time together. Her name is Christina."
Trevor told Sherri the complete story about his undercover mission for the CIA almost ten years before.
"Who did we bury at Arlington?" Sherri asked Trevor.
"More then likely just rocks to equal a mans weight. That's not important now. I will answer anything that you want once we are safe. Sherri, I promise that I will get you out of here safe. Please understand if I have to continue to play the part of Zomar, or we could both be killed. I will give you an extra blanket and extra food as often as I can."
"Trevor, I want us both to get out of here safe." Sherri said as Trevor kissed her tenderly and left.
Sherri was grateful for the information that Trevor had shared with her.
Time went on and Trevor as Zomar Adea visited Sherri as often as he could to keep her imformed of what was happening. Then one afternoon he told her that he was in contact with the American CIA. They had agreed that a helo would pick both Sherri and Trevor up in 24 hours.
After a week, Sherri had finally established herself at this primitive place in the middle of nowhere. She was still not used to all of the sand and dust storms that came along so often. She missed her family, but most of all she missed Harm. Sherri kept as busy as she could to make the time pass.
"Major. I need someone to take a jeep and go to Camp New York for the supplies on this list. We aren't busy at the moment. Would you go?" the base commander asked.
"Yes sir. I'll take Lt. Jefferies with me."
"Major, Lt. Jefferies is doing something else. You can handle it."
"Yes, sir. The regs state that two people must be present when going through the Afgan country side in a military vehicle."
"We just don't have the people to spare, Major."
"Yes sir. On my way, sir."
Sherri requisitioned a jeep from the motor pool. The trip to her destination was uneventful.
Half way back to her base Sherri noticed another jeep racing toward her. It was not an American or allied jeep. They approached Sherri with guns pointed.
"You are my prisoner." a bearded middle aged man told Sherri in broken English.
They forced Sherri into their jeep and blind folded her. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back.
"James, major. US Air Force nurse corp. I am only a nurse, I can't tell you anything."
"Shut up, woman." the bearded man said to Sherri as he smacked her and she fell to the ground.
The other Afgan said something to his partner in Arabic and the man left Sherri alone.
The three drove for what seemed like forever to an unknown place.
They arrived at their destination. All Sherri could tell was that the place was damp and musty.
Someone removed the blind fold from Sherri's eyes.
"Welcome, pretty American soldier. I am Zomar Adea. The leader of this little group."
" I repeat. James, major US Air Force nurse corp. serial number 989 26 3875."
"Pretty lady, I know all that. My friends and I just want to know why American forces are in Afghanistan.
Sherri repeated the required information. She knew that this Zomar what ever his name was wouldn't let her keep this up for very long.
As Sherri's eyes adjusted to her surroundings she began to noticed that this Zomar fellow resembled Trevor, the last man that she really loved before Harm. His age and height were about right and of course he was much thinner then Trevor, but that would be expected.
"Trevor, it that you?" Sherri hoped and wondered.
"I am Zomar Adea, not some pampered American officer." the rebel yelled.
Sherri gave up the wild idea that this lunatic could in all likelihood be Trevor.
Meanwhile back in Washington, Admiral Chedweggin had just received the news that Sherri was MIA. He wanted to talk to CIA special agent Clayton Webb to see what the CIA knew about the situation. The two men met in private in the Admiral's office.
"OK Webb. What does the CIA know about Major James's disappearance a few days ago?"
"Admiral, why do you always thing that 'the company' is always involved with everything? Especially when something goes wrong."
"Don't play with me Webb." the Admiral was getting hot under the collar. " I can always tell Rabb what I know and let him get it out of you any way he can."
"That won't be necessary Admiral. I know how Rabb felt about this Air Force nurse."
"Do tell then, Mr. Webb." the admiral said patiently.
"We, 'the company' believes that Major James is being held at a place not far from her base. We believe that she is being held by an independent group of Afgan rebels led by Zomar Adea."
"Who is this Zomar Adea ? I've never heard of him." the admiral wanted to let Webb know that he was serious.
"Admiral, Zomar Adea is a 'company' plant that we inserted into the Afgan rebel interstructure almost ten years ago to gather information on illegal sale of arms by the Afgans. His real name is Air Force Lt. Trevor Garrett. He purposely made it look like his aircraft had crashed then infiltrated the rebel forces and over time gained their trust. We lost contact with him some time ago and thought that he was executed. Major James's abduction proves that he is still alive and well."
Shortly after the meeting, Cmdr. Rabb was informed about Sherri. He was furious at Webb and the CIA for lying to Sherri for almost ten years.
"Webb, I don't care how you do it, but you better found her and bring her home in the same condition as she left." Harm announced to Webb rather loudly.
"Rabb, it will take some time, but I think I can get in contact with Zomar Adea.. I mean Lt. Garrett. We can arrange an extraction. We have contacts."
" Well use them and do it, and it better not take too long, Webb." Harm replied strongly.
Back in the rebel compound in Afghanistan Sherri was alone in a small dark, damp cell. Unexpectedly, the door opened and a man stepped inside. He had a slender body frame and was about six feet tall. Sherri could not be sure of his hair color because of the traditional Afgan head wrapping. He had lovely dark brown eyes that Sherri could tell held a lot of pain.
"Sherri, don't be afraid. You were right, it is me. It is Trevor."
"Trevor?" Sherri questioned. "How can I be sure that it is really you? You're supposed to be dead."
"It's me, sweetheart. Remember the time that we were seniors at the 4th of July party and we left the crowd to have some time together alone. We went to the edge of the river in the tall grass and had a celebration for two."
"Oh Trevor, is it really you? Nobody else could have known that. I remember. We have a daughter from that private time together. Her name is Christina."
Trevor told Sherri the complete story about his undercover mission for the CIA almost ten years before.
"Who did we bury at Arlington?" Sherri asked Trevor.
"More then likely just rocks to equal a mans weight. That's not important now. I will answer anything that you want once we are safe. Sherri, I promise that I will get you out of here safe. Please understand if I have to continue to play the part of Zomar, or we could both be killed. I will give you an extra blanket and extra food as often as I can."
"Trevor, I want us both to get out of here safe." Sherri said as Trevor kissed her tenderly and left.
Sherri was grateful for the information that Trevor had shared with her.
Time went on and Trevor as Zomar Adea visited Sherri as often as he could to keep her imformed of what was happening. Then one afternoon he told her that he was in contact with the American CIA. They had agreed that a helo would pick both Sherri and Trevor up in 24 hours.
