Chapter Six
Disclaimers – Most characters don't belong to me, they belong to the production people in Hollywood, – but writing definitely doesn't pay the bills or my outrages tuition bill – All of the sudden the NAVY recruiters are beginning to make sense in my head.
PG 13 for language
Somewhere in Iraq
Unknown time, unknown location
Lieutenant Colonel Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie and her now ex-boyfriend Clayton Webb looked at each other. At least this time when the got taken for hostage, help would be coming soon. She hopped Harm wouldn't see this on ZNN
"Sarah you have to believe me. I thought we would be safe in a US ran prison. I never thought the prisoners would begin to riot."
"No Clay. I can't believe it, I need to stop saying yes to these damn missions." Her wrists were rubbed raw and now bleeding where the rope was cutting into her flesh. She had gotten a bad concussion from when the prisoner had hit her.
A man came in yelling something in Frasi, calling Mac a bitch and telling her she was dirty. He tied a rope around her neck, and started tugging on it. Mac with all her marine strength and pride refused to be treated like that.
"Go to hell," she said in Farsi.
"Allah will not allow this," he replied in English.
"All men who do not love their neighbors as they love themselves are sinning." Webb pointed out.
"Women are not equals here, and this bitch needs to be put in her place."
Mac got up to attack only to be pushed to the floor and kicked.
Webb started screaming, and a shot was fired as Mac lost consciousness. She felt herself drift into a happy state. She found herself walking around a two story house. Much nicer than the one she grew up in. She heard soft lullaby being sang, "when Mackenzie smiles" was the last bit she could make out. She saw Harm laying the baby down in the crib, and gesturing her to come home.
