Sam's Secret 6: Don't Forget About Me!
Sam sat up on the stone slab that was his bed for the time being. The insides of his stomach felt like they were on fire and he didn't feel too good at all. He felt his forehead and that too felt hot. There was a bout of dizziness as he stepped to his feet and he used the sink in the dark corner of the room to wash his face and take a mouthful of drink.
"You seem all alone here." A voice came from the bed he was just on, "Whatever happened to your friends?" The voice sounded familiar but almost distant.
Sam turned around and was startled to find it was himself sitting there, "Who are you?" He asked. Still in disbelief, it was like looking in the mirror. Except for the fact that the man on the bed looked like him about five years ago.
"You know exactly who I am Sam." Sam2 said, "Why don't you just make the call and convince the President to deal with them."
"I can't do that." Sam said, "If you were truly me, you'd know that."
"Oh come on Sam." Sam2 stood up fast, "Where are your friend's now? I bet its business as usual at the Whitehouse. As if you never were there."
Sam and Sam2 were now standing toe-to-toe, "They're my friends. They all are." Sam said.
"You know when they say jump, you ask how high." Sam2 responded, "Sounds like they're great friends to me." He said sarcastically.
"I do my job." Sam said loudly, "I do my duty."
"You're nothing more than a puppet Sam." Sam2 said harshly, "That's how they treat you and that's how you allow them to. If you were I, you'd see that. Whatever happened to the headstrong soldier you use to be?"
"That soldier grew up." Sam replied, "That soldier learnt how to best serve his country."
"Your country cares nothing for you." Sam2 walked behind him and grabbed him on the shoulder; "You are a stupid fool if you think otherwise."
"I don't do it to be loved by my country." Sam said slightly turning his head, "I do it for my country."
A funny taste filled his mouth, he licked his lips only to recognise the taste as blood. The scene of his cell disappeared as a fist entered his field of vision and struck him on the side of the face.
Sam's whole face hurt, his ribs hurt. There was nothing he could do to relieve the pain since his hands were tied behind his back. Every time he coughed he could only taste his blood. The fist came again.
Someone knelt down in front of him, "Well it seems your precious President doesn't care about you." Sam couldn't focus on the man in front of him, "I guess you're just going to allowed to rot here."
Sam's head flopped forward. How much more of this would he have to take? And was his other self right? Does nobody care about him? Some friends.
"He's had enough for now." The man said, "Tomorrow, we'll get serious." Sam could feel himself being dragged back to his cell by two men.
Sam laid on the stone slab holding his ribs and held his arm over his eyes, "Don't forget about me guys." Sam said, "Oh God I don't think I can hold on. Give me strength."
He sniffled and began to cry. He couldn't help it, the pain was bearable but the thought of being abandoned by his so-called friends was heart wrenching. That night was the first time he remembered crying himself to sleep.
Admiral Fitzwallace walked into the situation room where Leo and Bartlet were already sitting down. "It's great to see you so soon." President Bartlet said as the Admiral sat down in the first seat to the President's right.
"Sir." Fitzwallace said, getting straight down to business, "We have come up with a scenario. We've agreed to a joint rescue and destroy mission. A: To take out the missile sites and B: To rescue Sam."
Bartlet just nodded in response as Leo watched on.
"I doubt I need to tell you Mister President that this will not totally insure Sam's survival." Fitzwallace continued, "We need the go ahead to begin this operation as soon as possible."
"Do it." Bartlet said solemnly.
They shook hands before the Admiral left. Leo stayed with the President.
"Sir." He asked, "Why did you send Sam to Iraq?"
"Leo, I think it would be better if he tells you himself." Bartlet lowered his head, "That's if he comes back."
"Jed." Leo said in a tone that caused Bartlet to look up, "Think positive, of course he'll be back."
CJ looked annoyed to find Danny leaning up against her car, "What do you want Danny? Whatever it is, I'm not in the mood for you."
"CJ. I've just come to offer my condolences about Sam." Danny said.
"Wow Danny. That's so unlike you."
"It has me so surprised that the President hadn't said anything about Sam in public or to the press at least." Danny said.
CJ nudged Danny out of the way and opened the door to the car, "And I thought you actually cared Danny. Get out of my sight." CJ slammed her door shut.
Danny was left standing alone in the Parking area. Nothing made sense to him about this. Everybody in the Whitehouse seemed so uptight and tight- lipped about Sam. There was a story to this and he knew it.
Sam awoke only to find his hands being tied to some sort of rack behind him. He attempted to kick his feet but they were tightly bound bye the ankles.
"Now you will tell us everything." The man said again, "Or fry."
Sam kept quiet. He wasn't sure what was coming up next. But he knew that it couldn't be good.
"Turn it on guys." The man said.
Electricity ran through his veins. Any pain that seemed to lay dormant lately resurfaced, "I'm not saying anything Sam said."
There was a slight relief before the switch was turned up again. Sam screamed because as horrendous pain coursed through his whole body. He tried to summon all the internal strength he had to relieve himself of the pain. There was no relief as the voltage was increased without any pause. Again Sam found himself screaming out in pain.
"Alright!" Sam cried out when he was able, "Alright enough! I'll tell you everything. Just please stop." The pain had him in tears.
"See that's all it would have taken you stubborn man." He flicked the switch again, "You're not lying to me are you?"
"NO!" Sam could hardly scream, "I will. Please, enough. The President knows I'm here and not in Bali. I told him not to trade with you."
"And-" The man threatened to flip the switch again.
"They're going to destroy the sites before they deal with you." Sam lowered his head, "I advised the President not to deal."
As soon as the bondage was untied from the rack he fell to the floor with a sickening thud. His whole body ached too much to even move.
"See how easy it was." The man knelt beside him, "All you had to do was tell us what you know."
The man talked to someone else in the room, Sam could only see the feet, "Guys, forgive me for what I have done. I'm sorry." He allowed his eyes to close, "I hope my President forgives me." He said before drifting off to a subconscious state.
Danny pushed his way through Leo and CJ to try and approach the President, "President Bartlet!" He called out, "I want to know why you haven't spoken publicly about the death of Sam. And I would like to know why he was at the Pentagon just before he left."
At that moment, CJ strongly considered hitting the panic button on her mobile phone just once, "Get lost Danny." She snapped.
"Is there anything I can give you to keep you quiet Danny?" Bartlet asked, "How about fifteen minutes alone with me on any subject you want excluding Sam otherwise the offer is annulled."
"An Hour Mister President." Danny said, expecting the President not to go for it, "On all the issues I want."
"Ok then Danny." Bartlet said, "Next Thursday four pm in The Oval."
"Thank you sir." Danny said, leaving with a defeated look on his face.
CJ turned to the President, "He's right. You haven't said anything about Sam."
"CJ." Bartlet said, "In between running the country, issues here and there, meetings and all that, I just haven't found the time to worry about that."
Leo interrupted CJ, "He's right CJ. And plus we all know how he feels about Sam. Even if he doesn't know how to express it."
Bartlet just shot him a glance, "Thanks Leo." He said.
Three Black hawk helicopters almost flew at ground level over the desolate surface and landed in the absolute middle of nowhere. Members of the USMC jumped out as the choppers landed.
The Lieutenant handed a map to each of the Sergeants, "OK. Alpha, you'll be responsible for taking out that site marked on this match. Beta: You are with me, we're going after an American prisoner. Charlie: You'll be taking over the sites marked here." He had to yell over the noise of the chopper blades, "We will rendezvous at this location and then radio the choppers. OK?"
Ten men got out of each of chopper, there were thirty in all. Each squad went towards their mark. The Lieutenant gave the choppers' pilots the signal to take off.
In chapter 7: Will they be able to rescue Sam and destroy the intended targets?
Sam sat up on the stone slab that was his bed for the time being. The insides of his stomach felt like they were on fire and he didn't feel too good at all. He felt his forehead and that too felt hot. There was a bout of dizziness as he stepped to his feet and he used the sink in the dark corner of the room to wash his face and take a mouthful of drink.
"You seem all alone here." A voice came from the bed he was just on, "Whatever happened to your friends?" The voice sounded familiar but almost distant.
Sam turned around and was startled to find it was himself sitting there, "Who are you?" He asked. Still in disbelief, it was like looking in the mirror. Except for the fact that the man on the bed looked like him about five years ago.
"You know exactly who I am Sam." Sam2 said, "Why don't you just make the call and convince the President to deal with them."
"I can't do that." Sam said, "If you were truly me, you'd know that."
"Oh come on Sam." Sam2 stood up fast, "Where are your friend's now? I bet its business as usual at the Whitehouse. As if you never were there."
Sam and Sam2 were now standing toe-to-toe, "They're my friends. They all are." Sam said.
"You know when they say jump, you ask how high." Sam2 responded, "Sounds like they're great friends to me." He said sarcastically.
"I do my job." Sam said loudly, "I do my duty."
"You're nothing more than a puppet Sam." Sam2 said harshly, "That's how they treat you and that's how you allow them to. If you were I, you'd see that. Whatever happened to the headstrong soldier you use to be?"
"That soldier grew up." Sam replied, "That soldier learnt how to best serve his country."
"Your country cares nothing for you." Sam2 walked behind him and grabbed him on the shoulder; "You are a stupid fool if you think otherwise."
"I don't do it to be loved by my country." Sam said slightly turning his head, "I do it for my country."
A funny taste filled his mouth, he licked his lips only to recognise the taste as blood. The scene of his cell disappeared as a fist entered his field of vision and struck him on the side of the face.
Sam's whole face hurt, his ribs hurt. There was nothing he could do to relieve the pain since his hands were tied behind his back. Every time he coughed he could only taste his blood. The fist came again.
Someone knelt down in front of him, "Well it seems your precious President doesn't care about you." Sam couldn't focus on the man in front of him, "I guess you're just going to allowed to rot here."
Sam's head flopped forward. How much more of this would he have to take? And was his other self right? Does nobody care about him? Some friends.
"He's had enough for now." The man said, "Tomorrow, we'll get serious." Sam could feel himself being dragged back to his cell by two men.
Sam laid on the stone slab holding his ribs and held his arm over his eyes, "Don't forget about me guys." Sam said, "Oh God I don't think I can hold on. Give me strength."
He sniffled and began to cry. He couldn't help it, the pain was bearable but the thought of being abandoned by his so-called friends was heart wrenching. That night was the first time he remembered crying himself to sleep.
Admiral Fitzwallace walked into the situation room where Leo and Bartlet were already sitting down. "It's great to see you so soon." President Bartlet said as the Admiral sat down in the first seat to the President's right.
"Sir." Fitzwallace said, getting straight down to business, "We have come up with a scenario. We've agreed to a joint rescue and destroy mission. A: To take out the missile sites and B: To rescue Sam."
Bartlet just nodded in response as Leo watched on.
"I doubt I need to tell you Mister President that this will not totally insure Sam's survival." Fitzwallace continued, "We need the go ahead to begin this operation as soon as possible."
"Do it." Bartlet said solemnly.
They shook hands before the Admiral left. Leo stayed with the President.
"Sir." He asked, "Why did you send Sam to Iraq?"
"Leo, I think it would be better if he tells you himself." Bartlet lowered his head, "That's if he comes back."
"Jed." Leo said in a tone that caused Bartlet to look up, "Think positive, of course he'll be back."
CJ looked annoyed to find Danny leaning up against her car, "What do you want Danny? Whatever it is, I'm not in the mood for you."
"CJ. I've just come to offer my condolences about Sam." Danny said.
"Wow Danny. That's so unlike you."
"It has me so surprised that the President hadn't said anything about Sam in public or to the press at least." Danny said.
CJ nudged Danny out of the way and opened the door to the car, "And I thought you actually cared Danny. Get out of my sight." CJ slammed her door shut.
Danny was left standing alone in the Parking area. Nothing made sense to him about this. Everybody in the Whitehouse seemed so uptight and tight- lipped about Sam. There was a story to this and he knew it.
Sam awoke only to find his hands being tied to some sort of rack behind him. He attempted to kick his feet but they were tightly bound bye the ankles.
"Now you will tell us everything." The man said again, "Or fry."
Sam kept quiet. He wasn't sure what was coming up next. But he knew that it couldn't be good.
"Turn it on guys." The man said.
Electricity ran through his veins. Any pain that seemed to lay dormant lately resurfaced, "I'm not saying anything Sam said."
There was a slight relief before the switch was turned up again. Sam screamed because as horrendous pain coursed through his whole body. He tried to summon all the internal strength he had to relieve himself of the pain. There was no relief as the voltage was increased without any pause. Again Sam found himself screaming out in pain.
"Alright!" Sam cried out when he was able, "Alright enough! I'll tell you everything. Just please stop." The pain had him in tears.
"See that's all it would have taken you stubborn man." He flicked the switch again, "You're not lying to me are you?"
"NO!" Sam could hardly scream, "I will. Please, enough. The President knows I'm here and not in Bali. I told him not to trade with you."
"And-" The man threatened to flip the switch again.
"They're going to destroy the sites before they deal with you." Sam lowered his head, "I advised the President not to deal."
As soon as the bondage was untied from the rack he fell to the floor with a sickening thud. His whole body ached too much to even move.
"See how easy it was." The man knelt beside him, "All you had to do was tell us what you know."
The man talked to someone else in the room, Sam could only see the feet, "Guys, forgive me for what I have done. I'm sorry." He allowed his eyes to close, "I hope my President forgives me." He said before drifting off to a subconscious state.
Danny pushed his way through Leo and CJ to try and approach the President, "President Bartlet!" He called out, "I want to know why you haven't spoken publicly about the death of Sam. And I would like to know why he was at the Pentagon just before he left."
At that moment, CJ strongly considered hitting the panic button on her mobile phone just once, "Get lost Danny." She snapped.
"Is there anything I can give you to keep you quiet Danny?" Bartlet asked, "How about fifteen minutes alone with me on any subject you want excluding Sam otherwise the offer is annulled."
"An Hour Mister President." Danny said, expecting the President not to go for it, "On all the issues I want."
"Ok then Danny." Bartlet said, "Next Thursday four pm in The Oval."
"Thank you sir." Danny said, leaving with a defeated look on his face.
CJ turned to the President, "He's right. You haven't said anything about Sam."
"CJ." Bartlet said, "In between running the country, issues here and there, meetings and all that, I just haven't found the time to worry about that."
Leo interrupted CJ, "He's right CJ. And plus we all know how he feels about Sam. Even if he doesn't know how to express it."
Bartlet just shot him a glance, "Thanks Leo." He said.
Three Black hawk helicopters almost flew at ground level over the desolate surface and landed in the absolute middle of nowhere. Members of the USMC jumped out as the choppers landed.
The Lieutenant handed a map to each of the Sergeants, "OK. Alpha, you'll be responsible for taking out that site marked on this match. Beta: You are with me, we're going after an American prisoner. Charlie: You'll be taking over the sites marked here." He had to yell over the noise of the chopper blades, "We will rendezvous at this location and then radio the choppers. OK?"
Ten men got out of each of chopper, there were thirty in all. Each squad went towards their mark. The Lieutenant gave the choppers' pilots the signal to take off.
In chapter 7: Will they be able to rescue Sam and destroy the intended targets?
