The next 2 days were a fast paced mix of driving, refueling, and camping. At 1 point they had to fire at a couple of losers who had somehow survived the blast.
Jack was getting concerned about Hetty.
'She's not eating much, she's drinking plenty of water, but she needs to be looked at at a hospital! I'm worried that she might collapse with the way she's going.' Jack said, worried.
'Well sheesh, we're on the run from people who want us dead, and we don't have a lot of food as it is. Cut her some slack!' Keane replied.
'I know, I know. But, but…'
'Hey, I'm not really a young chicken myself either. But this woman basically murdered every single person who hurt her these last 3 months in an effort to escape. She's desperate to get out of this country. When she knows she's safe, then maybe she'll calm down.'
The truth was, she was anything but calm. Inside of her, she was a fiery mess that wanted so badly to explode. But she couldn't, because she had to stay alert in case anyone else came after her.
She could hardly sleep because of the adrenaline rush and because images of the horrors of the last 3 months flashed though her mind. Her stomach felt like turning side ways despite her finally having some decent food to eat. And she, just, wanted, all, of, the, chaos, to, stop!
'Just stop all of this madness, I just want to relax and feel safe!' Hetty desperately thought. A couple of tears rolled down her face.
Then she looked down at the gun she was holding for protection, and knew she couldn't relax just yet. 'Got to stay alert, got to stay alert.' She told herself.
The next day, after several more hours. They finally found a place with a landline.
'We only have enough money for 1 call. Make it count.' Jack said, giving the pennies to Hetty.
'I will. I will.' Hetty shakily said.
With shaky hands, she inserted the pennies into the slot, and called the 1 person who was the most special agent she had ever known.
Back in LA
Callen's peaceful sleep was disturbed by his cell phone ringing.
'Hello?' He sleepily answered.
'Mr. Callen?' Hetty whispered.
Callen almost couldn't believe it. The person who was his closest mother figure was finally calling him after being absent for 4 months?!
'Hetty? Is that you?!'
'Ye, yes.'
'Where are you, are you okay?! I've been so worried!'
That's when Hetty just broke down and started crying.
'No! No I'm okay! I'm injured and weak and I feel like I want to explode but I can't because I have to always stay alert and it really sucks!' She blubbered out.
Callen felt something knot up inside of him when he heard her tears. 'Where are you? I'll get the team and we'll come get you.'
'Vietnam! Please hurry, I don't know if I can hold on like this!' Then she sunk down and buried her face in her legs. Hearing a friendly voice after so long had finally broke her.
'Okay, okay. Just stay on the line a bit longer so I can get an estimate as to where you are. And Hetty, everything is going to be okay. Just hang on long enough for me to find you.'
'I will! (sniff), I will!'