Part 8
2300; 3 NOVEMBER 2003 CIA STATION UNDISCLOSED LOCATION, ICELAND
Agent Cornelius rushed into the room. "We think we found them." He said hurriedly, holding up a print out which he then laid out on the table in front of Harm and Webb. "We went through all the recent satellite images and we've been able to trace the Hilo to this building." He pointed to the 'x' on the paper. "And so far, there has been no more visible movement and the heat sensors are picking up body heat for several people inside."
Webb studied it. "Where is this?"
"It's about forty-five south of here. We're moving out in five so get suited up." He finally looked up at Webb. "Damn man, what happened to your face?"
"Don't ask." Webb replied tightly. "Let's go." He stood and grabbed his Kevlar and his side arm.
Cornelius chuckled slightly as he left the room to go catch up with the others. "They're coming, sir." He informed Agent Hill, the agent in charge.
Harm got suited up, moving in auto pilot. His mind was forty-five minutes away in a building with a Marine. She had to be okay. She was Mac after all, right? She was his gung ho, sempre fi, kick ass jarhead. He loaded his side arm and put it in its holder. "Hurry up, Webb. My Grams moves faster than you." Harm called over his shoulder as left to meet up with the others, Webb hot on his heels.
"You think you're something else, don't you Rabb." Webb rolled his eyes.
"Webb, just shut up. As much as I'd love to knock you on your six again, you're not worth it."
"And you are?" Webb laughed. "What makes you think that you even deserve her?"
"What makes you think you do?" Harm fired back.
"You're not good enough for her, Rabb."
"I know I'm not, but neither are you. But right now it isn't even about any of that. Right now it's about getting her home safely."
Agent Hill stood in front of the group. "It's nice of you two to finally join us. If you're done with your pissing contest, I'd like to start the briefing."
Harm and Webb fell silent and nodded slightly as they fell in with the rest of the agents.
"Good." Agent Hill turned to the group. "Remember, get in and get out. Our first priority is to get the files after that we can try to get the Colonel out. And we can not risk having another person taken captive, so do not go in without backup. The building is approximately forty to forty- five minutes away. When we get close, all headlights are to be killed. We don't want to announce our arrival. The element of surprise is our ally. We're not sure how many of them there are, but I'm sure they're all armed so be careful. Let's move out." They piled into the waiting cars and sped off.
Harm stared blankly at the back of the passenger seat. //Hang in there, Ninja Girl.//
//Hang in there, Sarah.//
Webb and Harm exchanged glances, both knowing what the other was thinking- or more like whom. They were both also wondering whose arms she would go to when this was all over.
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SAME TIME UNKNOWN LOCATION
ICELAND
Mac made her way through the ventilation ducts, trying to ignore how cold the metal was on her bare legs. She reached another opening and froze at the sound of General Waters's voice. Moving forward a bit more, she peered down into the room. He was on the phone, with the buyer no doubt.
"No, we're taking care of that problem..I understand, but she's not an issue anymore..you better be joking! I won't even consider lowering the price! If you want the plans, the only difference in our deal will be the date and the location of the exchange. You have one hour to make your decision or I'll go to someone else." General Waters barked and slammed down the phone.
A young man ran into the room. "Sir, the Colonel's escaped!"
"What?!"
"She's not in the room, sir."
Waters pulled his gun. "It's time to say goodbye to the Colonel. She's been a thorn in my side for long enough." He said tightly and followed the younger man out of the room.
Mac let out the breath she'd been holding and carefully removed the grate. She let her pants drop down into the room before dropping in herself, rolling to absorb the impact. She quickly pulled her pants back on, thankful for the warmth. After searching the room for a weapon, she finally located a 9 mm in one of the drawers. She tucked the sidearm into the back of her pants before continuing to look through the drawers, finally coming across the files which she stuffed down the front of her shirt. "I'll give you a thorn in your side." She mumbled.
"What was that Colonel?"
Mac turned slowly to face the General.
"I'm impressed, Colonel. I never considered the ventilation system to be an escape route."
"That's why you never mess with a marine."
He aimed his gun at her. "Soon to be a dead marine."
Mac dove to the side as he pulled the trigger, but he anticipated her movement. Mac's cry of pain echoed through the building.
TBC
((Special thanks to Kasey for helping me with my brain fart, lol. Gotta love when you know what you want to say but just can't think of it for some reason.)) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
2300; 3 NOVEMBER 2003 CIA STATION UNDISCLOSED LOCATION, ICELAND
Agent Cornelius rushed into the room. "We think we found them." He said hurriedly, holding up a print out which he then laid out on the table in front of Harm and Webb. "We went through all the recent satellite images and we've been able to trace the Hilo to this building." He pointed to the 'x' on the paper. "And so far, there has been no more visible movement and the heat sensors are picking up body heat for several people inside."
Webb studied it. "Where is this?"
"It's about forty-five south of here. We're moving out in five so get suited up." He finally looked up at Webb. "Damn man, what happened to your face?"
"Don't ask." Webb replied tightly. "Let's go." He stood and grabbed his Kevlar and his side arm.
Cornelius chuckled slightly as he left the room to go catch up with the others. "They're coming, sir." He informed Agent Hill, the agent in charge.
Harm got suited up, moving in auto pilot. His mind was forty-five minutes away in a building with a Marine. She had to be okay. She was Mac after all, right? She was his gung ho, sempre fi, kick ass jarhead. He loaded his side arm and put it in its holder. "Hurry up, Webb. My Grams moves faster than you." Harm called over his shoulder as left to meet up with the others, Webb hot on his heels.
"You think you're something else, don't you Rabb." Webb rolled his eyes.
"Webb, just shut up. As much as I'd love to knock you on your six again, you're not worth it."
"And you are?" Webb laughed. "What makes you think that you even deserve her?"
"What makes you think you do?" Harm fired back.
"You're not good enough for her, Rabb."
"I know I'm not, but neither are you. But right now it isn't even about any of that. Right now it's about getting her home safely."
Agent Hill stood in front of the group. "It's nice of you two to finally join us. If you're done with your pissing contest, I'd like to start the briefing."
Harm and Webb fell silent and nodded slightly as they fell in with the rest of the agents.
"Good." Agent Hill turned to the group. "Remember, get in and get out. Our first priority is to get the files after that we can try to get the Colonel out. And we can not risk having another person taken captive, so do not go in without backup. The building is approximately forty to forty- five minutes away. When we get close, all headlights are to be killed. We don't want to announce our arrival. The element of surprise is our ally. We're not sure how many of them there are, but I'm sure they're all armed so be careful. Let's move out." They piled into the waiting cars and sped off.
Harm stared blankly at the back of the passenger seat. //Hang in there, Ninja Girl.//
//Hang in there, Sarah.//
Webb and Harm exchanged glances, both knowing what the other was thinking- or more like whom. They were both also wondering whose arms she would go to when this was all over.
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SAME TIME UNKNOWN LOCATION
ICELAND
Mac made her way through the ventilation ducts, trying to ignore how cold the metal was on her bare legs. She reached another opening and froze at the sound of General Waters's voice. Moving forward a bit more, she peered down into the room. He was on the phone, with the buyer no doubt.
"No, we're taking care of that problem..I understand, but she's not an issue anymore..you better be joking! I won't even consider lowering the price! If you want the plans, the only difference in our deal will be the date and the location of the exchange. You have one hour to make your decision or I'll go to someone else." General Waters barked and slammed down the phone.
A young man ran into the room. "Sir, the Colonel's escaped!"
"What?!"
"She's not in the room, sir."
Waters pulled his gun. "It's time to say goodbye to the Colonel. She's been a thorn in my side for long enough." He said tightly and followed the younger man out of the room.
Mac let out the breath she'd been holding and carefully removed the grate. She let her pants drop down into the room before dropping in herself, rolling to absorb the impact. She quickly pulled her pants back on, thankful for the warmth. After searching the room for a weapon, she finally located a 9 mm in one of the drawers. She tucked the sidearm into the back of her pants before continuing to look through the drawers, finally coming across the files which she stuffed down the front of her shirt. "I'll give you a thorn in your side." She mumbled.
"What was that Colonel?"
Mac turned slowly to face the General.
"I'm impressed, Colonel. I never considered the ventilation system to be an escape route."
"That's why you never mess with a marine."
He aimed his gun at her. "Soon to be a dead marine."
Mac dove to the side as he pulled the trigger, but he anticipated her movement. Mac's cry of pain echoed through the building.
TBC
((Special thanks to Kasey for helping me with my brain fart, lol. Gotta love when you know what you want to say but just can't think of it for some reason.)) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~