Chapter 28
(Mac's POV)
I wake up slowly, the pain shooting through my leg, and I wish I'd stayed asleep where the pain couldn't reach me. But, my time isn't up yet. I need to kill these murders just like they did to Harm. Though, after my last escapade I couldn't imagine why they were keeping me alive.
I must have killed at least four of them, possibly more in my shooting frenzy.
I suddenly noticed that my captors were speaking in low voices and they seemed to be planning something. I spoke up, figuring they were trying to keep me from hearing.
"Hey! If you folks were trying to keep from waking me up with your whispers it sure ain't working!"
One of them advances toward me, and I recognize with shock Capt. Rowley, the marine whose computer we had fixed.
"Shut up lady!" he hisses, "If those SEALS gets here you won't be living much longer. Cause you see," he said brandishing a knife, "Navy ain't a match for Jarheads, you ought to know that. SEALS or no."
My mind flashed to the Admiral and I laughed, he had no idea what he was talking about. "Rowley, didn't your girlfriend die? Why are you in league with these guys?"
"My girlfriend ain't dead lady, she's alive and well. That was just another lady who looked like her. Same as the rest. You see, those women work for us now. We need experienced and smart ladies like yourself. But, if you'll excuse me, I've got other things to do." He walks off leaving me with much to think over.
SEALS are on the way that means the base knows I've been kidnapped. But there is only one of two ways they'd know that. Either they found Harm dead, or Harm somehow survived to tell them what happened.
A small bubble of hope grows inside me, perhaps Harm is still alive. But, if he were he'd insist on coming with the SEALS, and he's in no condition for that. *Oh Harm, why do you have to be such an ass?* If he was alive he sure wouldn't be for long.
As for the "murdered" officers not being murdered, everything was beginning to make sense now. That would be why they kept taking officers and not enlisted. But why did they choose women over men? Perhaps because we're "weaker" and easier to bend to their purposes. HAH! If they thought they were going to make me do anything like that they couldn't have been more wrong in their miserable lives. I would never do anything to undermine my comrades and the Marine Corps. They were sadly mistaken; I would rather die in the line of duty than do that.
I knew that right now I needed to get an escape plan ready, which would not be easy with my bad leg, but I had to try. I owed it to Harm to try......
A/N: I think I like Mac this way. They say desperation moulds fear into indomitable courage even in the darkest of times.
(Mac's POV)
I wake up slowly, the pain shooting through my leg, and I wish I'd stayed asleep where the pain couldn't reach me. But, my time isn't up yet. I need to kill these murders just like they did to Harm. Though, after my last escapade I couldn't imagine why they were keeping me alive.
I must have killed at least four of them, possibly more in my shooting frenzy.
I suddenly noticed that my captors were speaking in low voices and they seemed to be planning something. I spoke up, figuring they were trying to keep me from hearing.
"Hey! If you folks were trying to keep from waking me up with your whispers it sure ain't working!"
One of them advances toward me, and I recognize with shock Capt. Rowley, the marine whose computer we had fixed.
"Shut up lady!" he hisses, "If those SEALS gets here you won't be living much longer. Cause you see," he said brandishing a knife, "Navy ain't a match for Jarheads, you ought to know that. SEALS or no."
My mind flashed to the Admiral and I laughed, he had no idea what he was talking about. "Rowley, didn't your girlfriend die? Why are you in league with these guys?"
"My girlfriend ain't dead lady, she's alive and well. That was just another lady who looked like her. Same as the rest. You see, those women work for us now. We need experienced and smart ladies like yourself. But, if you'll excuse me, I've got other things to do." He walks off leaving me with much to think over.
SEALS are on the way that means the base knows I've been kidnapped. But there is only one of two ways they'd know that. Either they found Harm dead, or Harm somehow survived to tell them what happened.
A small bubble of hope grows inside me, perhaps Harm is still alive. But, if he were he'd insist on coming with the SEALS, and he's in no condition for that. *Oh Harm, why do you have to be such an ass?* If he was alive he sure wouldn't be for long.
As for the "murdered" officers not being murdered, everything was beginning to make sense now. That would be why they kept taking officers and not enlisted. But why did they choose women over men? Perhaps because we're "weaker" and easier to bend to their purposes. HAH! If they thought they were going to make me do anything like that they couldn't have been more wrong in their miserable lives. I would never do anything to undermine my comrades and the Marine Corps. They were sadly mistaken; I would rather die in the line of duty than do that.
I knew that right now I needed to get an escape plan ready, which would not be easy with my bad leg, but I had to try. I owed it to Harm to try......
A/N: I think I like Mac this way. They say desperation moulds fear into indomitable courage even in the darkest of times.