Part 6
0920
LANGLEY AIR FORCE BASE AIRSTRIP LANGLEY, VA
"Damn it." Harm cursed, his heart pounding and his tires squealing as he sped into the parking space. Mac would always tease him about being late and now that it was important, he still couldn't be on time. He could almost hear her now, 'You're twenty minutes and fifteen seconds late, Flyboy, maybe you should invest in a watch.' Traffic had been atrocious on the interstate due to a major accident. A sigh of relief escaped his now dry lips when he saw that the plane was still there. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and pulled his bag over his shoulder before beginning to spring towards it. "WAIT!" He yelled desperately as the flight crew began to close the door.
"Boy, aren't you lucky." Cornelius chuckled and let the ladder back down. "Our pilot apparently got a hold of some bad Mexican last night, so we had to wait for him and ending up running twenty minutes behind schedule." He caught Harm's bag when it was tossed up to him and stuffed it under a seat as Harm climbed up into the plane.
"Rabb? What the hell are you doing here?" Webb asked, clearly irritated.
Harm groaned inwardly at the sound of his voice.
"Well, seeing as you two are such good friends and all, you can sit together." Cornelius smirked and took the last single seat, leaving only the seat beside Webb.
Harm sighed and moved towards the seat, at least it was in the aisle. "This is going to be a long trip." He grumbled under his breath.
"Like you're Mr. Congeniality..." Webb rolled his eyes and stood up. "You're taking the window."
"No way, Webb. My legs are longer."
"And? Since we're comparing lengths and all."
"Shove it, Webb. My legs are longer so I need to be able to stretch them out in the aisle." Harm shook his head. "Do you have to win everything?"
"Who says I ever won?" Webb said, a tiny bit of sadness in his voice. The irritation quickly returned. "I mean God, you can give up easily on the most important thing but not where you're sitting?"
"You don't know what you're talking about." Harm said through clenched teeth.
"Webb, just sit down man." Cornelius laughed, shaking his head. "What is it with you two anyway?"
"Nothing." They grumbled in unison and took their seats. "So, what are you doing here?" Webb asked again.
"I'd imagine I'm here for the same reason you are."
"Oh yeah, that's right. You ignore her for months and then you find out she's in trouble and its Harm to the rescue. You really need to get over your superhero complex."
"Webb, it's a long flight and unless you want another broken nose I suggest that we don't talk to each other unless it's about a way to find her."
Webb rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat as they took off.
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SAME TIME UNKNOWN LOCATION
ICELAND
Mac curled up in the corner, her knees to her chest and her teeth chattering as she rubbed her arms vigorously. It was already freezing in the room and was bound to only get worse. She could already see her breath. For once, she thanked God for the warmth of BDUs. She had to figure out a way out of here and more importantly, she had to get the plans or else there probably wouldn't be enough left of Washington D.C. for her to return to.
She scanned the room for something- anything that could help her get out of the room. Her eyes caught a ventilation grate on the ceiling. It wasn't very large, but maybe she could fit through. The question was how would she be able to get up there? Not only that, but she didn't know where it would lead. She sighed softly and continued looking around, keeping the vent in the back of her mind as a last resort.
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Harm rushed down the ladder once they finally touched down in Iceland. His mind was reeling. She could be anywhere. All he knew for sure was that he had to find her before it was too late. He didn't believe she was hurt or worse, not yet at least.
Webb followed him down the ladder. "We've got a station set up about five minutes from here. They're currently trying to pull up the satellite images for the area since the drop was supposed to occur. Hopefully, we will be able to find out where that Hilo went."
Harm nodded. "We have to find her, Webb."
"I know. But she isn't the CIA's first priority, the files are."
"Damnit Webb, she's a person and a damn fine one at that."
"*I* know. But if those files get into the wrong hands, she could die anyway as could countless others."
"We're talking about Mac, Webb. I'm not going to let her die because the Air Force can't keep its 'Top Secret' files, 'Top Secret'."
"She's not going to die. We're going to get to her in time. Maybe we'll get lucky and the files and Sarah will be in the same place. If not, maybe we can convince them to let us go find her ourselves."
Harm chuckled slightly. "The two of us working together as a team...Who would've thought."
"Like you said, we're talking about Sarah." Webb led Harm over to one of the waiting cars and got in. The sped off towards the station.
TBC
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0920
LANGLEY AIR FORCE BASE AIRSTRIP LANGLEY, VA
"Damn it." Harm cursed, his heart pounding and his tires squealing as he sped into the parking space. Mac would always tease him about being late and now that it was important, he still couldn't be on time. He could almost hear her now, 'You're twenty minutes and fifteen seconds late, Flyboy, maybe you should invest in a watch.' Traffic had been atrocious on the interstate due to a major accident. A sigh of relief escaped his now dry lips when he saw that the plane was still there. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and pulled his bag over his shoulder before beginning to spring towards it. "WAIT!" He yelled desperately as the flight crew began to close the door.
"Boy, aren't you lucky." Cornelius chuckled and let the ladder back down. "Our pilot apparently got a hold of some bad Mexican last night, so we had to wait for him and ending up running twenty minutes behind schedule." He caught Harm's bag when it was tossed up to him and stuffed it under a seat as Harm climbed up into the plane.
"Rabb? What the hell are you doing here?" Webb asked, clearly irritated.
Harm groaned inwardly at the sound of his voice.
"Well, seeing as you two are such good friends and all, you can sit together." Cornelius smirked and took the last single seat, leaving only the seat beside Webb.
Harm sighed and moved towards the seat, at least it was in the aisle. "This is going to be a long trip." He grumbled under his breath.
"Like you're Mr. Congeniality..." Webb rolled his eyes and stood up. "You're taking the window."
"No way, Webb. My legs are longer."
"And? Since we're comparing lengths and all."
"Shove it, Webb. My legs are longer so I need to be able to stretch them out in the aisle." Harm shook his head. "Do you have to win everything?"
"Who says I ever won?" Webb said, a tiny bit of sadness in his voice. The irritation quickly returned. "I mean God, you can give up easily on the most important thing but not where you're sitting?"
"You don't know what you're talking about." Harm said through clenched teeth.
"Webb, just sit down man." Cornelius laughed, shaking his head. "What is it with you two anyway?"
"Nothing." They grumbled in unison and took their seats. "So, what are you doing here?" Webb asked again.
"I'd imagine I'm here for the same reason you are."
"Oh yeah, that's right. You ignore her for months and then you find out she's in trouble and its Harm to the rescue. You really need to get over your superhero complex."
"Webb, it's a long flight and unless you want another broken nose I suggest that we don't talk to each other unless it's about a way to find her."
Webb rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat as they took off.
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SAME TIME UNKNOWN LOCATION
ICELAND
Mac curled up in the corner, her knees to her chest and her teeth chattering as she rubbed her arms vigorously. It was already freezing in the room and was bound to only get worse. She could already see her breath. For once, she thanked God for the warmth of BDUs. She had to figure out a way out of here and more importantly, she had to get the plans or else there probably wouldn't be enough left of Washington D.C. for her to return to.
She scanned the room for something- anything that could help her get out of the room. Her eyes caught a ventilation grate on the ceiling. It wasn't very large, but maybe she could fit through. The question was how would she be able to get up there? Not only that, but she didn't know where it would lead. She sighed softly and continued looking around, keeping the vent in the back of her mind as a last resort.
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Harm rushed down the ladder once they finally touched down in Iceland. His mind was reeling. She could be anywhere. All he knew for sure was that he had to find her before it was too late. He didn't believe she was hurt or worse, not yet at least.
Webb followed him down the ladder. "We've got a station set up about five minutes from here. They're currently trying to pull up the satellite images for the area since the drop was supposed to occur. Hopefully, we will be able to find out where that Hilo went."
Harm nodded. "We have to find her, Webb."
"I know. But she isn't the CIA's first priority, the files are."
"Damnit Webb, she's a person and a damn fine one at that."
"*I* know. But if those files get into the wrong hands, she could die anyway as could countless others."
"We're talking about Mac, Webb. I'm not going to let her die because the Air Force can't keep its 'Top Secret' files, 'Top Secret'."
"She's not going to die. We're going to get to her in time. Maybe we'll get lucky and the files and Sarah will be in the same place. If not, maybe we can convince them to let us go find her ourselves."
Harm chuckled slightly. "The two of us working together as a team...Who would've thought."
"Like you said, we're talking about Sarah." Webb led Harm over to one of the waiting cars and got in. The sped off towards the station.
TBC
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