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"This is it."
"Hey, listen; you can grab the clothes in the back of the pickup... I think that you'll need it more than my husband." The woman finally took off her sunglasses and set them on the dashboard.
"Thank you." Roger slipped out of the front seat and took the clothes and his bag from the back. The jeans looked too short and the t-shirt would definitely not fit his toned frame. Walking towards the nice mahogany door, he turned around at the last step and watched the woman back down the driveway. Lifting up his fist to knock on the door he paused for a second, took a deep breath and then pounded lightly. The first thing he could hear was a dog barking in the background and then his brother's voice.
"Hush, Bud, or it's the crate for a hour." the voice said, drawing nearer towards the door. Through the side glass Roger could see his older brother advancing. He looked the same as two years ago, whenever he had visited him in the jail house. Tom opened the door and looked Roger up and down quickly, before letting him in.
"Jesus, Roger. You should have called me and I could have picked you up." he said leading him into the foyer. It was nicely furnished and Roger remembered that his brother was a well-known doctor. He felt awkward in his orange jumpsuit across from his clean-shaven brother.
"Can I change?" Roger asked nodding towards the clothes in his arms.
"Of course, the bathroom's that way." Tom nodded towards the left hall.
Roger started making his way towards the bathroom and on his way his eyes caught that toy airplane. Paying little attention to where he was headed he tripped over the leg of a chair and knocked over a vase, the glass shattering loudly on the hard-wood floor.
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Kate held the knife steadily over Roger's neck, despite her feeling of weakness. Sweat was dripping down the side of her face and her adrenaline was pumping through her veins.
"Okay, Roger you want to get a few things straightened out. How about you tell me how you got on this island?" she glanced outside the tent.
"Because, Kate, I was looking for you..." he said, leaning away from the blade. "Isn't it ironic? My brother's private jet crashes on this god-forsaken island when I was on my way towards Australia." he paused, thinking about the memory as though it happened years ago. Kate gulped straightening back up.
"Well, I'm here now, Roger. What did you want to discuss?"
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A curly-haired boy sat in the sand box, crying softly to himself. His tears slid down his chubby, freckled cheeks. He was six years old and cowering at the local playground because his parents were fighting again and his older brother wasn't helping the situation either.
"Rogey, it's no big deal. Mommy and Daddy always get steamed when the bill comes. That's why when I grow up I'm going to become a doctor and make lots and lots of money for us." a much younger Tom said stroking Roger's back. "Now, stop crying." Tom left to go play on the jungle-gym. Roger watched him leave and continued to cry softly.
"Are you crying? Because I thought only girls do that... And I don't even cry much." Roger turned around and was met with a five year old girl. Her cheeks and nose were freckled and her brown eyes were big and round. He could already feel her friendly aura. He quickly tried wiping his tears away, hoping that they weren't too puffy.
"I'm not crying!" he said sitting up straighter and staring at the girl with wavy brown hair.
"Yeah, right." she said slipping her hand into her suspender pocket. She pulled out the toy airplane. "Here take this. It might make you feel better. It always makes me feel better, but I won't need it anymore." She smiled kindly and put it into his hand.
"I don't want it. I'll just throw it away, you know." he said stubbornly. The girl shrugged and started walking away. "Hey! What's your name anyways?"
"Becca."
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"What?" Kate said staring at Roger. He seemed to have glazed over and she was losing her patients quickly.
He sighed loudly. "How about I just let you go."
Kate stood still awestruck the knife held limply in her hand. She narrowed her eyes on him, "What's the catch?" she asked slowly.
"You make sure that airplane is destroyed, and if it isn't I'll be coming after you. Now cut me loose." He saw her hesitant and he continued. "I promise I won't do shit to you once I'm loose."
She slowly cut his bonds and Roger slipped the airplane into her pocket. She ran away fast from the tent, her heart racing. She ran and ran and ran until her legs refused to carry her any further. She looked back behind her shoulder, nothing making sense to her now, only that she had to complete Roger's task.
Back at the tent Roger stared through the flap, knowing that his partner was bound to arrive any second, and sure enough he heard a rustling among the bushes to his right.
"Come on, Kate." he whispered. As he watched his partner arrive he could smell a faint burning and looking up he could see gray smoke hovering above the jungle. His heart was racing as well, perhaps faster than Kate's.
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