After John watched Guinish die slowly and painfully, he went out and got the girls. They were all huddled around each other, shaking.
"Are you all right?" John asked while bending down to look at Jane's face.
Heather and Kelly nodded, but Jane just stared right into John's eyes, and he felt very much unnerved. "Let's get you guys to a hospital," John said while offering a hand to Jane. The other two girls got on either side of her and helped her up the long trek to the Dune Buggy.
There wasn't enough space for all four of them in the Dune Buggy, and John wasn't about to leave them all alone, so he called up his boss.
"I have taken care of Guinish, and have three packages that need to be taken care of and delivered to their homes," John said when someone picked up the line.
"Yes sir."
John let the girls sit in the seats of the Buggy and he got them all water bottles from his first aid pack. They drank it greedily and then leaned against each other and drooped their eyelids. John watched them and was constantly checking around them, a hand on his gun. Ten minutes after John had made the call, three black Hummers drove up into Guinish's driveway. A team of five people hopped out of the first one and went into the house. Five more people in black suits ran up the side of the hill and greeted the four of them.
The leader of the team a woman named Wingate talked to John while the other four helped Heather and Kelly. Jane was left for the meantime, but John was always checking on her. After the team had checked out Heather and Kelly, two guys of the team walked them down the hill and drove off with them in the second Hummer. Wingate talked to Jane alone, while the remaining two guys stood off to the side. John watched Wingate talk to Jane, and after a minute or two, tears were streaming down her face.
John stepped forward, but Wingate shook her head. She then called the two guys to take Jane to the hospital for a check up and a psychologist. Jane walked slowly down the sloping hill flanked between the tow guys, and John watched her the whole way down. He watched her until she was in the Hummer.
"Smith," Wingate said to John. "I think it would be nice if you were to visit at least Jane in the morning. After this ordeal she is going to need a lot of support and therapy."
John nodded, "I will try my best."
Jane was mentally hitting herself for the entire cab ride. She was sitting between the two Russians, who took up most of the space, but Jane didn't care, she was just trying to figure out what she did wrong.
Once back in her hotel room, she called for room service and took a long hot bath. By the time she was out, her room service was in her room and she was eating all the food she could get her hands on. Jane couldn't stop eating; she didn't know what had gone wrong, and she hated herself for that.
After stuffing her face, Jane felt sick to her stomach, and in a short time she had to rush off to the bathroom to barf everything back up. It was disgusting and unnerving. Jane didn't like being vulnerable and she sure as hell didn't like not being in control.
Jane felt like shit, and she was dead tired. But no matter how tired she felt she couldn't turn her restless mind off. She kept on running everything over in her head, from the plane ride over, to picking up her satchel, to Shnigovlf's call, to the John thing, and finally to the Ligori mishap. Losing control made Jane feel like she wanted to die.
Finally Jane got so tired that she drifted off, but the last thing she thought was that she wished she could be in John's arms.