Ch.5
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Author's Note: First off, thank you, thank you, thank you for those of you who are reading and/or reviewing. I enjoy writing and I hope you enjoy reading. Keep it up!
P.S., if I am not using the proper terms or procedures for some things in this chapter, please excuse me, I am no expert.
Horatio was pacing around his office. He had plenty of paper work to do, but refused to touch anything until he got a sign from Eric. He sighed impatiently, as Agent Hand knocked on the door. He walked in, noting Horatio's tense look.
"We have all proper units standing by, Horatio."
"I can't wait any longer." Horatio stated simply.
"Should I send them in? It's your call." Horatio was far from used to having the world on his shoulders, but a simple mistake could cost the lives of people he cared about so much. He thought hard.
"Send them in," he replied quietly. Agent Hand nodded.
"Are you coming?"
"Yes." Horatio said stronger. He grabbed his jacket and followed the agent out.
By the time they reached the harbor, the deep sky was starting to fade away.
"All units prepare to execute." Hand called to his radio. "Bearing approximately 82 West; 24 North. Formation Navajo-divide and conquer. Let's go." They climbed aboard they're particular ships and Hand gave the orders to move out.
Horatio cursed himself for waiting so long. The time was too late for a surprise attack as the sky grew lighter by the minute. The terrorists-if he wasn't just being paranoid would know they were coming.
"They're coming." Joe told his brother, putting the binoculars down. "I'd say we have an hour at most. God those Marine Ships are fast." Joe turned to his brother who was fast asleep in a chair, "watching" the hostages. Joe walked angrily to him and shook him awake.
"Hey, stop it," Mark mumbled.
"Get up! You're going to let them escape." He laughed, looking at the three hostages. They were in no condition to do anything. "The copper was right. We got a fleet of ships after us."
"What do we do to them?" Mark asked.
"Well, we can't starve 'em like we wanted and the sharks are getting old." Joe said. "We can't just kill them-that's no fun."
"Well, let's just not sit here," Mark replied sarcastically. "Let's at least buy us some time." Mark went to start the boat while Joe thought up an evil plan.
Eric was having a very strange dream, probably due to his lack of food and water. He was walking along a deserted beach-what kind of beach is deserted in Miami? It was warm enough; bright enough. He wondered out loud where everyone was when he saw a golden beam out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see it wasn't a beam, but Calleigh, waving her long hair while she ran. She was smiling, something Eric longed to do. She ran farther, so Eric decided to follow her.
He turned a corner and saw it was a trap. They had Calleigh tied up. The Roberts came into view, laughing at her. Eric had to stop them, but no matter how hard he ran he couldn't reach them. They were hurting her, he had to run faster!
Eric woke up in a cold sweat. He looked to Calleigh laying motionless and deathly pale next to him. He knew she wouldn't survive, stonefish killed. But, he couldn't help but prey she would be okay. I was only then that he noticed the boat was moving. He sat up a little more…there was no one in sight.
He looked to where the captain was, but didn't see him. He heard voices approaching and closed his eyes.
"What do you mean, 'he's gone?' You were supposed to watch them."
"I searched the ship, he probably fell over." The voices were very close, and the footsteps stopped.
"Hey! Wake-up!" A painful hand hit him across the cheek. He opened his eyes, squinting into the now risen sun. "Where's the captain?"
"I don't know." Eric mumbled. Another hard blow.
"I said, where is the captain?" He recognized the voice as Joe's, he couldn't make out anything in front of him.
"I don't know!" Eric said with more effort. One of the brother's moved into the path of the sun, allowing Eric to see a little more clearly, but not much. He saw another shadow coming behind the brother's. A thud…a yell…a struggle…then a gunshot.
Horatio looked through his own pair of binoculars, focusing on the now moving target.
"They're on to us," he muttered to no one, stating the obvious.
"Lieutenant." Horatio turned as a young officer came towards him. "We're reading that there are five people on board, one fading away fast."
"Five? One's dying?" Horatio was surprised. The terrorist were already killing.
Who is dying? Will they be saved in time? I hate to leave this at a cliffhanger, but my spring break is over and I'm back at school. I now owe my life to less pleasurable experiences…homework for example. I will update ASAP!
