Secretly and quietly in the small cell where Sherri was confined, Trevor assisted Sherri in securing the rope that he had given her earlier.

"We'll climb down the rope. You'll go first. When you get near the bottom, I'll set off the first set of explosives that I planted previously. Then I will climb down the rope and you run to the helo as I set off the second explosion. That will give me enough time to get to the helo."

Sherri wasn't crazy about the plan, but didn't have a better one. At the appointed time Sherri and Trevor heard the distant, faint sounds of the American helo approaching.

Trevor carried a Russian made rifle strapped across his back. Sherri knew that it was Trevor's back up plan. Sherri also still carried her small medical kit that she had with her in the jeep when she was taken prisoner. The rebels didn't seem to interested in it. Now she was grateful that they weren't.

"OK, darling. Go quickly down the rope and run as fast as you can to the helo. I promise I'll be right behind you." Trevor told Sherri as the he detonated the first explosive device.

"That was the fuel dump, Go, go go."

She was at the end of the rope and running toward the helo when she saw Trevor half way down the rope. The rifle strapped to his back. By this time some of the rebels also heard the helo's arrival. They came running toward the helo and saw that Trevor was escaping half way down the rope. Sherri was pulled into the helo safely by a large man wearing seal insignia.

"Cargo aboard safely." he announced to the pilot.

"No!" Sherri screamed. "That man down there is Air Force Lt. Trevor Garrett. He helped me escape." Sherri pointed to Trevor laying on the ground.

Sherri was shocked that agent Clayton Webb was on the helo.

The helo hovered as Trevor detonated the second explosive device that was in the motor pool area. A rebel's bullet caught Trevor in the back as he ran toward the helo. He went down to his knees.

"Save him, damn you, Webb. He wouldn't have been here if it wasn't for you and your 'company'." Sherri shouted.

Another seal jumped out of the hovering helo and retrieved Trevor and put him on board the helo. Sherri moved directly to Trevor's side. "Where's the damn first aid kit on this CIA piece of junk?"

It was useless. Only had band aides and things like that. None of that would help a gunshot wound.

In spite of her own minor cuts and bruises Sherri tended to Trevor.

"Trevor, hang in there. I know it hurts. Quiet now, I have to try to stop the bleeding." Sherri used her own shirt to try to stop Trevor's bleeding. "Please Trevor be still. It will be an hour before we will be aboard a Navy carrier that will take us to Andrews."

The remainder was the trip was quiet. Sherri lay asleep holding Trevor closely. On occasion she could hear him moan with pain. Sherri would kiss him gently and tell him to rest easy for a bit longer.