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Chapter 11 The Betrayer

Parking Lot (back side of building)

Friday Night

10:25p.m.

The man who held the gun to Harm's head laughed in delight at the shocked looks on their faces.

"Is it so hard to believe that I was working for Striker?" Jeffery snarled. The caring and charming allure was gone from his appearance and his true colors shown through as he stood there.

"I don't understand," said Mac, looking confused. "Why are you doing this?"

"It's all very simple. I needed the money. Striker came to me with a deal and I took it."

"So you do what for him exactly?"

"Oh, I do many things like making evidence mysteriously disappear."

"So you took the disk we gave you and Michael," Mac accused angrily.

"I don't like the word taking. I much rather call it borrowing without the intent of returning."

"Is Michael in on this too? Are you both working for Striker?"

"You think Michael would have anything to do with this? Come on, Michael wouldn't have ever accepted this. He's to…kind. He always wants justice done and all that stuff."

"Now I'm someone who goes where the money is. Recently I have needed more money."

"It all makes since now," Mac said.

"It does?" Harm asked looking over his shoulder at her.

"Yeah, he needs the money for his wife's operation."

"Very good, Colonel, but I'm afraid you're going to have to answer to Striker now."

They turned around and Striker and his men were coming towards them.

Harm turned around and looked Jeffery right in the eyes. "It doesn't have to be like this."

"Yeah," Mac said. "There are other ways to raise the money for your wife."

"Let me think for a minute….hum. Sorry, I kind of like this job."

"Good work, Jeffery," said Striker coming up to them. "You will be paid more for you're work." Jeffery smiled and stood aside as Striker now focused his gun at them as his men made a circle around them.

"Well, well, well, so your Sarah Mackenzie."

"Colonel Sarah Mackenzie," she corrected.

"Then you must be Commander Rabb?"

"How'd you know?" Harm asked.

"I find background checks very useful these days to get to know my enemies," Striker snarled.

"What do you think the media will think when they find out about this?" Harm asked.

"Looks like your chances for Governor are fading," Mac said.

"The press knows nothing about this," Striker said. "We'll make your deaths look like accidents. I can see the headlines now. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie's body found along with her co-worker Commander Rabb in a tragic car accident. What do you think of that?" Mac spat in his face.

Striker wiped the spit off his face and angrily used his gun to hit her across the face. That's when Harm lunged himself at Striker to avenge Mac. But Striker's men were to fast for him and had his hands firmly secured behind his back before he got a few feet towards Striker.

"Oops, guess you can't defend your girl friend very well," Striker mocked Harm. He reached for the wire in his pocket and tossed a handful to his men. "Tie em' up."

Meanwhile a few parked cars away….

Michael was watching the scene from the inside of his darkened car windows. He had suspected that Jeffery was keeping something from him and had followed him to the club only to witness him as a traitor. Now he was contemplating the best action for him to take. He had to get Harm and Mac out of there. Who knew what Striker had in store for them...but there were too many guys for him to take down by himself. But if he planed his attack very carefully he might be able to help them. He called the police headquarters and back up was soon on the way. He was a police officer and couldn't just sit back and watch Striker do this to them. When he saw Striker hit Mac across the face and start taunting Harm he knew he had to do something.

Striker had his men move them back into the warehouse away from any prying eyes and his men went back to work loading up the two trucks parked just inside the storage warehouse.

"Get back to your work," Striker said to his men. "We'll deal with them after everything is loaded up."

Harm and Mac were then tied to a chair and left of to the side of the room. Striker went to his office and his men went back to work. Harm and Mac struggled with the wire ropes but they held fast.

"You know I just wanted to let you know that even though we are tied up I'm glad you're here with me," Mac said.

"Despite the circumstances, I'm glad to be with you too," Harm said.

"Do you think we'll make it out of this alive?" Mac asked feeling scared.

"Hey, don't be scared," Harm said, sensing how she felt. "We've been in tighter situations before; we'll get out of this somehow."

"Help me loosen these ropes," Harm said trying to stay positive.

They struggled with the ropes until they felt something rush up next to them.

"What the-" Harm started to say when he was stopped.

"It's me, Michael," Michael said quickly taking off their blind folds and with this pocket knife cut their ropes.

"Thank God," Harm said. "How did you find us?"

"I followed Jeffery here." When they were freed Michael said, "Come on, I think we can get by them if we go this way," he said, leading them behind a crate.

"I need to get the camera and the recorder," Mac said.

"What camera?" Michael asked.

"Striker confiscated a camera and a recorder from us when he caught us."

"Look…there it is on the table over there."

"Wait, Mac," Harm said, but it was too late for she was making her way to the table. In seconds she had the camera in her hands, but not before Johnny saw her.

"They have escaped!" He yelled. All the men in the warehouse turned guns aimed in there direction.

"Run!!!" Harm yelled as he, Mac, and Michael took cover behind a few boxes. The men shot at them sending debris and chipped off pieces of box flying through the air.

"We have to get out of here!" Michael yelled over the gun shots. "I called the police from my car but I suggest we leave before then."

"There's too much heavy fire!" Mac yelled back. "We'll never make it through the door."

They looked around trying to find anything that could help them, when Harm spotted the guns on the wall.

"Yes!" he said tossing Michael and Mac a machine gun and picked one out for himself. They shot back at the men and they had to take cover from this unexpected fire. While the men were taking cover they made a brake for the door. Gun fire echoed all around them as the men shot wildly. One of the bullets hit Mac in the arm. She winced in pain but kept going and they made it outside. The police pulled up to the back of the club and trained there guns on the men stopping them from coming after Harm, Mac, and Michael. The men looked around surprised and had to put their hands up in defeat. Striker tossed them an ugly glare as he was pushed into the police van with his men. Mac, Harm, along with Michael in formed the police of what had happened, while the police medical examiner bandaged up Mac's arm.

The police chief was there and stopped to day a few words. Good work guys. It was a surprise to learn that Jeffery was involved. You too would make excellent police officers. If you two ever want a job there is a place for you at the police station."

Harm and Mac looked at each other. "Thanks for the offer but JAG is enough action for us."

"We'll if you guys ever change your mind you know where to find me."

"It was nice working with you guys," Michael said, as the police chief walked off to chase off the press that were starting to swarm around them. "I have a question though. How did you guys know where Strikers smuggling ring was working out of?"

"We just did," Mac said, not wanting to tell him what they had found in Athena's apartment.

"She is really psychic," Harm whispered, which received a shove from Mac.

"See you two around. I have a feeling we'll meet again," Michael said, as he went to help take care of the press.

End of the chapter…..

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