((A/N For those of you that read "Harm-Ful Encounter", "Ticking Clock",
and/or "Perfect", I am planning on doing sequels for all three of these
stories. I already have some ideas for them. ( Just thought that I'd let
everyone know. I just wanted to try a few different types of stories
before going back to do sequels. And I'm hoping to have this story done
before Friday if possible so that I can send it in with the rest of my
stories to the fanfic awards thing. Of course I have four tests this week
and two hours of PT for ROTC, lol. Anyway now onto part 5.))
Part 5
0800; 3 NOVEMBER 2003 CIA HEADQUARTERS LANGLEY, VIRGINIA
Harm made his way towards the break room for his morning coffee. He ran his hand through his hair, making a mental note to get it cut. Then again, he wasn't in the military anymore, so there were no regulations requiring him to do it. //Maybe I'll just keep it longer.// He thought as he reached the door, finding two other agents in the middle of a discussion.
"See, that's why you don't send a JAG officer to do the CIA's job." Cornelius said, shaking his head before taking a long sip. "Now not only do we have to do her job, but we have to find her as well."
Harm stopped in his tracks, his heart dropping slightly. //No, not her. It couldn't be Mac.// "Hey, JAG officers can make damn fine agents." He tried to make his voice sound light.
"Not in this case. This officer just caused more problems."
"Oh really?" Harm asked. "What happened?"
"The Air Force recruited a JAG officer to try to find some stolen files for them. The files were about to be sold, so they went it to stop it and recover the files. The officer was abducted. They flew her away by Hilo."
Harm nodded, trying to keep calm. "Who was she? Maybe I knew her."
Cornelius shrugged. "A marine Colonel. I can't remember her name."
Harm swallowed hard. "Mackenzie?"
"Yeah! That's it. Lieutenant Colonel Mackenzie."
"Excuse me." Harm pushed his way out of the break room and rushed down the hall to Kershaw's office. "I need to see him now." He demanded.
The secretary nodded. "Just a moment, sir."
"No, you don't understand. I need in there NOW!"
Kershaw stepped out of his office. "What the hell is going on out here?"
"Sir, I have to go after her."
"Go after whom?"
"Sarah Mackenzie. I heard you're sending people in to find her and the files. I want to be part of that team."
"Mr. Rabb, I already have that team assembled and ready to go."
Harm sighed. "Talk about déjà vu. If you won't send me, then I'll have to go on my own. I gave up JAG and the Navy to find her once; I can always find another job."
Kershaw crossed his arms across his chest, studying the younger man. "She means that much to you?"
"She'd do the same for me in a heartbeat."
"Can you be ready in an hour?"
A sigh of relief escaped his lips. "Yes, sir. Thank you."
"Just try to keep your emotions in tact there. Meet over at the air strip in one hour. If you're late, they will leave without you."
Harm nodded and rushed out of the building, driving home at record speed. He heard his cell phone beep, indicating that he had a message. He pushed the voice mail button, his heart dropping even more when he heard her voice. "Hang in there, Jarhead. I'm coming."
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SAME TIME UNKNOWN LOCATION
ICELAND
Mac groaned softly as she opened her eyes. She rubbed the back of her head, sitting up slowly. She looked around the small room, shivering. There didn't seem to be any heat in the room at all. She jumped to her feet when she heard the door open.
"I see you've finally woken up, Colonel. Sorry, but we're fresh out of Advil."
"General Waters." She replied tightly.
"You know the military well, Colonel."
"So do you, apparently. However, you must've forgotten the 'service before self' part of the core values."
He chuckled. "Everything has a price. And when that price is met, core values are meaningless."
"So committing treason is wore a few bucks?"
"More like a few billion bucks. And yes, a man's got to do what a man's go to do to survive. And this way, I not only survive, I survive well."
"Then why aren't you off living this life of luxury?" Mac asked bitterly.
His eyes narrowed. "Because you screwed it up. Your people scared off my contact. Now I have to convince them that our plans haven't been compromised."
"Then, why take me? You're only asking for more problems."
"I have to keep you out of the way until I get this done. So, if they find you, so be it. We'll be long gone by then."
"So, you're planning on leaving me here?"
He smiled. "Don't worry, after awhile the cold doesn't really bother you anymore. Besides, I'm not going to risk taking a marine anywhere, I'm not stupid, Colonel."
Mac swallowed hard and made a run for the door.
"Oh no you don't!" He shoved her hard into the wall, knocking the breath out of her. "See, I was going to at least give you a few blankets, food and water so you'd have a fighting chance to survive until someone found you. But now? Fend for yourself." He slammed the door, doing up all the locks and bolts.
"NO!" Mac screamed and pulled frantically on the door.
TBC
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Part 5
0800; 3 NOVEMBER 2003 CIA HEADQUARTERS LANGLEY, VIRGINIA
Harm made his way towards the break room for his morning coffee. He ran his hand through his hair, making a mental note to get it cut. Then again, he wasn't in the military anymore, so there were no regulations requiring him to do it. //Maybe I'll just keep it longer.// He thought as he reached the door, finding two other agents in the middle of a discussion.
"See, that's why you don't send a JAG officer to do the CIA's job." Cornelius said, shaking his head before taking a long sip. "Now not only do we have to do her job, but we have to find her as well."
Harm stopped in his tracks, his heart dropping slightly. //No, not her. It couldn't be Mac.// "Hey, JAG officers can make damn fine agents." He tried to make his voice sound light.
"Not in this case. This officer just caused more problems."
"Oh really?" Harm asked. "What happened?"
"The Air Force recruited a JAG officer to try to find some stolen files for them. The files were about to be sold, so they went it to stop it and recover the files. The officer was abducted. They flew her away by Hilo."
Harm nodded, trying to keep calm. "Who was she? Maybe I knew her."
Cornelius shrugged. "A marine Colonel. I can't remember her name."
Harm swallowed hard. "Mackenzie?"
"Yeah! That's it. Lieutenant Colonel Mackenzie."
"Excuse me." Harm pushed his way out of the break room and rushed down the hall to Kershaw's office. "I need to see him now." He demanded.
The secretary nodded. "Just a moment, sir."
"No, you don't understand. I need in there NOW!"
Kershaw stepped out of his office. "What the hell is going on out here?"
"Sir, I have to go after her."
"Go after whom?"
"Sarah Mackenzie. I heard you're sending people in to find her and the files. I want to be part of that team."
"Mr. Rabb, I already have that team assembled and ready to go."
Harm sighed. "Talk about déjà vu. If you won't send me, then I'll have to go on my own. I gave up JAG and the Navy to find her once; I can always find another job."
Kershaw crossed his arms across his chest, studying the younger man. "She means that much to you?"
"She'd do the same for me in a heartbeat."
"Can you be ready in an hour?"
A sigh of relief escaped his lips. "Yes, sir. Thank you."
"Just try to keep your emotions in tact there. Meet over at the air strip in one hour. If you're late, they will leave without you."
Harm nodded and rushed out of the building, driving home at record speed. He heard his cell phone beep, indicating that he had a message. He pushed the voice mail button, his heart dropping even more when he heard her voice. "Hang in there, Jarhead. I'm coming."
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SAME TIME UNKNOWN LOCATION
ICELAND
Mac groaned softly as she opened her eyes. She rubbed the back of her head, sitting up slowly. She looked around the small room, shivering. There didn't seem to be any heat in the room at all. She jumped to her feet when she heard the door open.
"I see you've finally woken up, Colonel. Sorry, but we're fresh out of Advil."
"General Waters." She replied tightly.
"You know the military well, Colonel."
"So do you, apparently. However, you must've forgotten the 'service before self' part of the core values."
He chuckled. "Everything has a price. And when that price is met, core values are meaningless."
"So committing treason is wore a few bucks?"
"More like a few billion bucks. And yes, a man's got to do what a man's go to do to survive. And this way, I not only survive, I survive well."
"Then why aren't you off living this life of luxury?" Mac asked bitterly.
His eyes narrowed. "Because you screwed it up. Your people scared off my contact. Now I have to convince them that our plans haven't been compromised."
"Then, why take me? You're only asking for more problems."
"I have to keep you out of the way until I get this done. So, if they find you, so be it. We'll be long gone by then."
"So, you're planning on leaving me here?"
He smiled. "Don't worry, after awhile the cold doesn't really bother you anymore. Besides, I'm not going to risk taking a marine anywhere, I'm not stupid, Colonel."
Mac swallowed hard and made a run for the door.
"Oh no you don't!" He shoved her hard into the wall, knocking the breath out of her. "See, I was going to at least give you a few blankets, food and water so you'd have a fighting chance to survive until someone found you. But now? Fend for yourself." He slammed the door, doing up all the locks and bolts.
"NO!" Mac screamed and pulled frantically on the door.
TBC
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