"Settling the Score" 3/
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: I don't own JAG. I just miss it a lot.
AN: Sorry for taking so long to finish this story, but it's fully written. Sometimes I need a deadline too, lol. Enjoy, and I always like feedback.
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It was Adalia's voice she had heard on the other end. Assuming what happened was her friend was found, she knew she was on her own. The men outside were not trained for the mission ahead of her, but they needed to know what was going on.
The trouble was figuring out how to do so without catching attention inside the building, and ruining all plans. The place was surrounded by woods where all the men were hiding along the edges.
Looking around she sited the nearest man to her, and keeping low to the ground she made her way to him. Once she reached him, she motioned for them to move back further into the trees.
"There is no time to explain. I need you to keep in the woods, and move to the next person. Stay out of sight as much as you can. To my knowledge, everyone inside is captured. Take my cell phone, and call the police. Make sure they know to stay back. Also they need to get a hold of JAG." Mac told him.
She waited for his quick nod before heading back toward the building. Making her way around the building on her hands and knees, she finally found the room where all of the hostages were being held. The terrorists seemed small in number. There was two in the main room, and one walking the halls. Afraid one of the children would see her, she moved on until she could see the hallway more clearly. She needed to see the pattern of the man in the hallway to know where and when she can move in.
She thought back, and realized the doors were squeaky when being opened. Entering by window might be a better option since she could enter by room instead of an open space. If she remembered correctly, Adalia's window had been partially opened earlier. If by any luck, it will still be open. So far luck had been with her except for she was still wearing a skirt.
'Yes!' she shouted in her mind as she found the window still open. Slowly opening the window she made her way through the window after kicking off her shoes.
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Harm's apartment
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Harm tried once again to get a hold of Mac on her cell phone. Something was wrong, and he felt it down deep. Each time he only received her voicemail.
He jumped as the phone rang as soon as he had hung up. "Mac, where are you?" he answered.
"Commander, is that how you usually answer the phone?" asked General Cresswell.
"No sir, I'm just very worried about the Colonel."
"That's what I'm calling about. I just got a phone call from DC police. There has been a take over of the Muslim Community Center. No more information was given. It seems Colonel Mackenzie is there."
"Her friend, Adalia, works there. She had mentioned that she was worried about some threats, but didn't figure anything would come of it."
"Well something did, and I'm heading down there."
"I'll meet you there, sir."
He hung up the phone soon after, and took a deep breath trying to slow down his racing heart. One thought repeated in his mind, 'She's in danger.'
Grabbing his keys and wallet, he dashed out the door.
"Anymore news?" Harm asked as he approached the General. The police had all gathered down the road from the center afraid a large group of people near the building would cause alarm, and set off the terrorists inside.
"One of the men that have been watching guard outside has come to us letting us know what little he had to tell us. It seems Colonel Mackenzie has gone in the building, and was planning to hide until she could get access to the terrorists. That was the plan, but no one has seen her or heard from her since she entered. The police have one of their men in the woods trying to scope out what is happening."
"I would like to join him, sir."
"Not plausible, Commander. We need to keep the action up there low key until it is absolutely necessary. Consider it an order."
"Yes, sir, but as soon as they move I want to move in with them."
"As long as the police don't mind, I will allow it."
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Mac watched as once again the man turned the corner at the end of the hall. He would be gone for five minutes and fifteen seconds, her sense of timing once again coming to good usage once again. Slowly she opened the door, and made sure the door stayed slightly open after she exited.
Moving down the hall, she kept close to the wall. Creeping along, she listened for any sign that the man was on his way back early. She pulled out her gun, and held it ready to hit the person over the head when he came back.
She finally heard the steps getting louder as he came nearer to her. With precise timing, her gun came down upon him hard knocking him out. She started to move him back into Adalia's office. Once he was inside, she locked the door and made sure it latched.
Now came the more dangerous part as she had to get attention of the other terrorists in the main room. Hoping that they will leave one inside and have the other follow the noise, she neared the room.
As she rounded the corner to the main room, she came face to face with a blonde haired, blue eyed young man, and instantly she knew this was one of them. She felt the gun poked in her side.
His face turned into a snarl as he looked her up and down.
"Traitor!" he yelled, and spat into her face.
TBC…