Chapter 3: Freedom
It had been 3 years since Jack had arrived at the high secruity labor camp. He had progessively gotten worse over the time, and now he was just curled up in the corner of the barracks building. He had no will, or strength for that matter to get up. This had started about a year ago, he just stopped moving, stopped standing up. He finally lost his nerve to keep going, and now he just lay there. The guards were forced to force feed him to keep him alive, thinking he would come around.
Only reason they knew he was alive still was from the staggered shallow breathes coming from his unconcious body, and a violent coughing session from time to time. Everyone just left him alone, they had no use for him, and figured after a few days of rest He would come around. But that never happened, after a year, they grew tired of him laying there in the corner. The guards moved over to his unconcious form and uncuffed his ankles and wrists.
They then carried him out side the area, into a van, placing him in the back. They then drove him into Beijing, to the airport. The guards came out and found the 2 people they were looking for. They were standing exactly where they were told to stand, right infront of their private airplane
"Mr. Almeida? Mr. Palmer?" The guard made sure it was the right people. Tony and Palmer turned around in recognition.
"Where is he?" Palmer asked instantly, he beat Tony to the question.
"Here" The guards said, both of them moved to the back of the van and opened it up. Tony and Palmer moved over, slightly frightened in the state they would find Jack in. They had failed to get him back soon, but one day there was an unexpected call from the high secruity camp they were holding Jack in. Palmer received this call and they told him that Jack was no longer of any use to them and the states could have him back. Palmer immediatly contacted Tony, knowing he was like one of Jacks' best friends. They then proceeded to go and retreive him, though they feared what condition they would find him in.
Palmer and Tony moved to the back of the van and gasped at Jacks' curled up form. They hadnt expected this. Jack was barely recongizable. He was far too skinny and very malnurished. He had more wounds then neither Palmer nor Tony could ever imagine, what was left of his skin was pale as a ghost, with a hint of dried blood on it. They would prosume him dead if not for the clear sign of the staggered shallow breathing.
Palmer and Tony carefully gathered Jack in their arms, trying not to injure him further, they heard small cries of pain escape their unconcious friend as they carried him to the plane. The guards and the van vanished just as Tony and Palmer had gotten Jack into the plane.
"Lets get out of here" Palmer said as They set Jack down carefully on the couch that was in the plane.
Tony stayed by Jacks side since then, and hadnt left it til they landed at St. Johns' Hostipal in Los Angeles. Jack had yet to regain conciousness, this worried Palmer and Tony greatly, they had yet to see him stir awake, they wondered if he still would. The doctors immediatly rushed Jack out of their hands and into the Trauma room. Tony and Palmer were to remain in the waiting room until a doctor came to brief them.
Chapter 3: Freedom
It had been 3 years since Jack had arrived at the high secruity labor camp. He had progessively gotten worse over the time, and now he was just curled up in the corner of the barracks building. He had no will, or strength for that matter to get up. This had started about a year ago, he just stopped moving, stopped standing up. He finally lost his nerve to keep going, and now he just lay there. The guards were forced to force feed him to keep him alive, thinking he would come around.
Only reason they knew he was alive still was from the staggered shallow breathes coming from his unconcious body, and a violent coughing session from time to time. Everyone just left him alone, they had no use for him, and figured after a few days of rest He would come around. But that never happened, after a year, they grew tired of him laying there in the corner. The guards moved over to his unconcious form and uncuffed his ankles and wrists.
They then carried him out side the area, into a van, placing him in the back. They then drove him into Beijing, to the airport. The guards came out and found the 2 people they were looking for. They were standing exactly where they were told to stand, right infront of their private airplane
"Mr. Almeida? Mr. Palmer?" The guard made sure it was the right people. Tony and Palmer turned around in recognition.
"Where is he?" Palmer asked instantly, he beat Tony to the question.
"Here" The guards said, both of them moved to the back of the van and opened it up. Tony and Palmer moved over, slightly frightened in the state they would find Jack in. They had failed to get him back soon, but one day there was an unexpected call from the high secruity camp they were holding Jack in. Palmer received this call and they told him that Jack was no longer of any use to them and the states could have him back. Palmer immediatly contacted Tony, knowing he was like one of Jacks' best friends. They then proceeded to go and retreive him, though they feared what condition they would find him in.
Palmer and Tony moved to the back of the van and gasped at Jacks' curled up form. They hadnt expected this. Jack was barely recongizable. He was far too skinny and very malnurished. He had more wounds then neither Palmer nor Tony could ever imagine, what was left of his skin was pale as a ghost, with a hint of dried blood on it. They would prosume him dead if not for the clear sign of the staggered shallow breathing.
Palmer and Tony carefully gathered Jack in their arms, trying not to injure him further, they heard small cries of pain escape their unconcious friend as they carried him to the plane. The guards and the van vanished just as Tony and Palmer had gotten Jack into the plane.
"Lets get out of here" Palmer said as They set Jack down carefully on the couch that was in the plane.
Tony stayed by Jacks side since then, and hadnt left it til they landed at St. Johns' Hostipal in Los Angeles. Jack had yet to regain conciousness, this worried Palmer and Tony greatly, they had yet to see him stir awake, they wondered if he still would. The doctors immediatly rushed Jack out of their hands and into the Trauma room. Tony and Palmer were to remain in the waiting room until a doctor came to brief them.