Author's Note: Wow! I actually got reviews this chapter. Okay so the next chapter will be my last aquamum- Aw, thanks for the review. Always good to read other people like my fic. Thanks so much and I'll try and get the final chapter out shortly!
Kit Merlot- That's good you agree with Westmoreland and Sucre helping with Sara's rescue. The 2 characters seem like they would help her if she was in danger (to me at least) so I was a little worried no one else would agree. Cool! Glad you like it and I hope you like the rest!
ssoko- Never too late in the game to find a new story. I'll try to get the last chapter up ASAP. I'm still a little behind on it but should have it done soon.
Scary-Girly- I try to update at least once a week, but the problem can be a writer's block. Still got some more to come so hopefully next week I can call this story complete! Thanks for reviewing!
Harms Way
Chapter 4: Closer
The great thing about duct tape is that once there is a tear in it the usually durable tape was easy to unravel. It had taken her a half an hour but she managed to get that crucial slit in the tape that stopped her from escaping hours ago.
Almost free, she concentrated on the final layer. Sara quickly removed the tape from her hands and slowly moved her stiff arms from behind her to remove the tape that secured her legs to the chair.
Finally, she thought, after having completely freed herself from the chair and had worked her way towards the door, trying not to make a sound. Successful in that, she peeked through the half opened door. Not an agent in sight. Suspicious at first the voices in the distance gave her comfort.
Stepping out she slipped through the hallway. Not far from the room she had been held captive in she found, what she could only assume to be a, closet. Using the small room as cover she listened for the voices again.
Now closer she was able to understand the two men. "They're close," one said to the other.
"Should I tell Miller to get set up?" the other asked.
"Not yet, we don't want to get too eager to clip the two." There was a pause, then he continued, "they should be here in ten minutes. Have Miller be set up and ready on the roof in five," he ordered.
That was when she heard movement in the room. Feeling her heart skip a beat she calmed herself just in time to hear whom she assumed to be the man in charge say something she really did not want to hear, "I'll go check on the good doctor."
Inhaling fear, her blood ran cold. She had to get out of here before they found out she had escaped. The only problem was she didn't know how to get out of here. As she heard one man start towards her current location she knew she had even bigger problem on her hands right now.
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The ride that had seemed to have taken a lifetime from the building tension had ended in less than an hour. Fortunately Lincoln had been able to keep Surce and Westmoreland updated as they drove. Their destination was an old shipyard that had long been deserted leaving the dozens of old buildings to be rented out as storage.
Michael and Agent Adelstein rode in complete silence. Each knowing and anticipating their next move that would be so vital in their own final outcome. Both knew to expect something from the other but did not know what. They just had to be ready for whatever came their way.
In the can behind them Lincoln looked around trying to find an address but couldn't be that obvious when trying to replay the message to the phone hidden beneath the seat.
"A shipyard in Lockport, now I've seen everything," he said as if talking to himself. The agent next to him seemed more anxious to get the van to the destination and to whatever they had planned.
Ahead of him he watched and waited for the next move from Michael. They had to delay the pair of agents so that Sucre and Westmoreland could catch up.
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"Did he say Lockport?" Westmoreland asked, looking at Sucre for the answer who merely nodded.
"I know where the shipyard is," he said finally able to go a reasonable speed, now knowing the location he needed to reach.
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Desperation began to set in as Sara heard the agent coming closer. Quickly she scanned her surroundings, trying to find something to help her in the matter. Finding a long piece of broken floor board she picked it up, ready to strike when he got close enough.
Ever since she met Michael she had gone against her own beliefs of hurting people. The first time was during the riot when she was forced to use physical force against a couple of inmates who were trying rape her. Now, she was fighting for her life. Her beliefs could handle the consequences.
As her breathing began to come into control she watched and listened for his approached and the right time to strike. Board in hand, she edged her way towards the door frame and waited for the agent to pass. With each footstep she felt her grip tightening. Hands already white from her overly secure grip she saw the agent's shadow coming closer.
Eyes wide she felt her body tingle from fear. She watched as his form passed the door and that was her cue to go. Stepping out of the closet she swung the floor board at the back of his head. The board cracked from the force of the blow, not yet breaking and the agent, she now recognized as the man that had checked on her earlier when she awoke from the chloroform, turned to face his attacker.
He stumbled to the floor, dazed. Taking another step closer, Sara hit him square in the face, board breaking in half. His whole body dropping to the floor, unconscious. She looked around, seeing if anyone had heard. The silence opted her to move on to find another way out of this place.
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As Agent Adelstein started to open his door he looked to see if Michael was following him, blindly. Seeing that his passenger still had not moved he stopped. "You coming?" he asked, suspiciously.
Michael looked at him, at the moment unsure of what to do, but he had to play along, otherwise the agent might alert the others that lingered somewhere nearby. No, he couldn't risk Sara's life or his plan, he had to play along. Putting a smile on he replied, "I take it you're not going to open my door for me?"
Adelstein snorted and exited his side keeping an eye on Michael as he did. Slowly, he opened the door and stepped out checking his surroundings. Behind him Lincoln and McCarthy exited the vehicle. Standing they waited for the agents next orders.
The long discomforting silence made Lincoln uneasy and just before he was about to question the suspicious atmosphere, Michael spoke up. "Where's Sara?" Michael demanded, now considering they weren't even holding her captive here.
"Patience," Adelstein said, out of the corner of his eye he checked to see if the sniper was in position.
Like I said I will try and get the final chapter done soon, I've just been busy with classes and music videos that all my energy is going elsewhere. Again, thank you SO much for those of you that have reviewed, I really appreciate it!