Downtime Mystery
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The group made their way quietly and without incident to the upper deck. Silently Marcus brought them to a silent halt and indicated round the corner.
Moving to the front Jack peered round past the wall and was instantly able to spot the guys who where asking about him and Sam. Two men dressed in black suits, stood out amongst the earthy browns and crisp whites, currently pestering some native who didn't speak a word of English as it seemed. Waiting a few extra seconds than necessary as they where a good 20 meters away, Jack began to formulate a plan.
Turning back to the other three they headed back down side of the boat a little stopping outside of the restaurant to look at the menu.
"Do you recognize them?" asked Sam.
"No, but they're definitely government."
"I'll go check wit the captain, see if he can shed any light on who these guys are." Suggested Marcus.
Jack was a little reluctant at first but eventually let him go.
"Ok it's just us three then, Sam what level are you?" he asked with a small smile.
"Five." She answered grinning.
Jack grinned back. "Ok Sam you take Ren and go a little further down here, and get in position I'll make sure our boys get down there."
"Yes s… Jack," she blushed slightly at her half slip, moving down the boat and dragging a bemused Ren with her.
"Wha'? Wha's happenin'?" Jack could hear him saying.
Peering round the corner once again to check the position of the suits, apparently having given up on the non-English speaking Egyptian he saw them begin to move in on the next table.
"Hey guys." Jack called stepping in to full view.
They turned and stared at his for a moment sharing identical shocked looks on their faces before they noticed the man that brought the shock in the first place had actually disappeared.
They walked quickly to the corner and seen one if their targets half-way down the length of the boat apparently waiting for them. They inched forward to stand four feet from him.
"Howdy fella's!" he said smiling.
"Colonel we've come to escort you back to the US," said the guy on the right.
"Why? I'm on vacation."
Ignoring him he continued, "You are to come with us either willingly or by force." At this the other agent pulled a 9mm.
"Where's Major Carter?" he asked.
"She's behind you!"
In that instant everything changed.
Sam tackled the second agent with precision easily knocking the gun from his hand, sending it cascading across the floor and over the edge to land in the Nile below with a satisfying splash. Meanwhile Jack KO'd the talkative agent with a single swing.
"Ahh!" he said shaking and flexing his hand.
"You ok?" asked Sam, twisting a little further on her captive arm, eliciting a pained yelp.
"Yeah, I'm good." He said grinning, "Ren, watch over this guy and tell me if he starts to move."
"Uh huh." he nodded back, leaning curiously over the unconscious form.
"Right, so contestant number one, what's your name and where do you come from?" said Jack addressing the agent pinned at his feet.
Silence.
"Oh come on now." He said bending down, resting his elbows on his knees balancing on his toes, "Where's your manners?"
Sam put on a little more strain.
"Urgh! Kershaw!"
"Ok, where?"
More silence.
"Where!"
"NID."
"Where else," he muttered, "How about why?"
"I was sent to you and bring you back before you got to wherever this damned boat stops! Kinsey...'"his voice dwindled knowing he'd said too much.
"Ah, I might have known."
"So how did you know we where here?"
"I didn't I was told."
"Kinsey I take it?"
The reduced agent nodded.
"So what are we going to do with them?" asked Sam.
"I'm still here you know."
"Not for long." Jack knocked this agent out too; his head making a hollow sound as in hit the deck. "Tie them up."
Minutes later both the 'suits' were bound and gagged in a quiet storeroom.
The trio headed back to their rooms sharing a whispered conversation.
"Tha' wis amazin'!" said Ren.
"It's kind of an average day for us." Replied Jack.
"Where d'ya learn tae dae tha'?"
"Ah good old US Air Force." said Jack grinning.
"Air Force?"
"Yeah, we're special," said Sam also grinning, "And before you ask; it's classified."
"Classified? Wha' really!"
"Yeah."
"So wha' ye doin' in Egypt?"
"Extra curricular activities." Spoke Jack.
"Cool. So yer a Colonel and you're a Major?"
"Yeah, but don't tell Marcus."
"Why?"
"Tax reasons."
Ren laughed at this statement. "Ok."
"Right, we need to get off this boat and soon." Said Jack ushering them into room 17.
Once inside Sam took up residence on the bed, Ren on the chair while Jack rooted through his bag, and with an 'ah-ha' he pulled a silk handkerchief upon which was a detailed map of the area – an old black ops trick noted Sam. Setting his bag on the floor he laid the map across the table.
"Right we're here..." he pointed a little over half-way down a long line in the middle, then further down, "... and this is where we are supposed to get off."
"How far have we got to go?" asked Sam moving to stand next to Jack.
"About 90 miles from our current position." He said, "There's a small town coming up soon. I'm sure the boat will stop there."
"So we're just going to walk off the boat?" asked Ren.
Jack gave the young man a small smile, "Not exactly."
