1400 Zulu/9:00AM EST
JAG HQ
Falls Church, Virginia
That morning the officers of the 101st precinct arrive to see a tape of Blaisdell playing in a video monitor.
"My fellow Americans and friends of the international community," Blaisdell started.
"I have been treated most graciously by my hosts. I am in a good health, and will stay that way you comply to their demands."
Blaisdell continued reading and tapped his hand at his side almost like a pattern or rhythm-like motion.
"We would like the release of our brothers who have been held in captivity by the American devils. We want American war efforts in Iraq to cease. We want the United States to –"
Blaisdell stopped.
"I'm not reading that!! I am an American soldier damn it!! If you think I'm going to –"
The back of a rifle slamming hard against his skull silenced Blaisdell.
"Damn it, Paul. Don't let your pride get you killed before we can get there..." A.J. muttered under his breath.
Jody clung to Peter and hid her face at sight of Blaisdell's mangled face. Peter stared hard at the monitor.
Suddenly from the monitor a man yelled in a thick Arabic accent.
"Americans, you have twelve days to comply!!"
The screen went black.
Mac turned to Detective Blake and Lieutenant Roberts at the command console.
"Did you boys see that?" she asked.
"Yup," Blake and Roberts answered.
"See What?!" Webb questioned angrily.
"All I saw was possibly another dead American, and you're doing nothing."
Kermit grimaced at the sight of his friend. Things suddenly brightened for Kermit as he realized.
"Morse code," Kermit said smiling in his custom grizzled tone, taking off his headset at the realization of his comrade's accomplishment.
"The broadcast came in just off an island in the middle of the pacific." Bud announced.
The room lit up at the news of the latest accomplishment in the rescue effort.
Kermit broke the cheers, quietly stating.
"That's not where he is,"
The room went silent.
That morning the officers of the 101st precinct arrive to see a tape of Blaisdell playing in a video monitor.
"My fellow Americans and friends of the international community," Blaisdell started.
"I have been treated most graciously by my hosts. I am in a good health, and will stay that way you comply to their demands."
Blaisdell continued reading and tapped his hand at his side almost like a pattern or rhythm-like motion.
"We would like the release of our brothers who have been held in captivity by the American devils. We want American war efforts in Iraq to cease. We want the United States to –"
Blaisdell stopped.
"I'm not reading that!! I am an American soldier damn it!! If you think I'm going to –"
The back of a rifle slamming hard against his skull silenced Blaisdell.
"Damn it, Paul. Don't let your pride get you killed before we can get there..." A.J. muttered under his breath.
Jody clung to Peter and hid her face at sight of Blaisdell's mangled face. Peter stared hard at the monitor.
Suddenly from the monitor a man yelled in a thick Arabic accent.
"Americans, you have twelve days to comply!!"
The screen went black.
Mac turned to Detective Blake and Lieutenant Roberts at the command console.
"Did you boys see that?" she asked.
"Yup," Blake and Roberts answered.
"See What?!" Webb questioned angrily.
"All I saw was possibly another dead American, and you're doing nothing."
Kermit grimaced at the sight of his friend. Things suddenly brightened for Kermit as he realized.
"Morse code," Kermit said smiling in his custom grizzled tone, taking off his headset at the realization of his comrade's accomplishment.
"The broadcast came in just off an island in the middle of the pacific." Bud announced.
The room lit up at the news of the latest accomplishment in the rescue effort.
Kermit broke the cheers, quietly stating.
"That's not where he is,"
The room went silent.