Sorry for a long wait on this! A lot of other stories have been eating up my time!

Anyway, here's the next one for you!

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Bon Apetite!

"Alex?"

Alex looked up quickly, hearing Sean's voice for the first time since they had been taken from the house, what Alex guessed to be nearly two days ago.

"Is my dad going to come and get us?" The question was full of timid hope, something that Alex had long ago forsaken- choosing to rely on ability and planning more than the hope of rescue. However, he couldn't tell that to a six year old who didn't belong in this world.

"Of course." Alex spun smoothly, "He's on his way right now. He's gonna be here to get you and me out of here."

Sean's eyes looked hopeful and Alex immediately felt bad for telling him what was most likely a lie. He didn't know the boy's father, but he know MI6 and they had without a doubt intercepted the video that Leila Passek had sent to the Wallace's. They wouldn't allow him to charge to the rescue- they didn't deal with ransoms or threats.

"My dad is in the army and he has a lot of friends. I bet he'll bring them all with him when he comes to get us. They're all really big, and they have guns." Sean continued, babbling with new hope after two days of near silence. "They'll all come to get us out."

Alex smiled weakly at the small boy. He had been formulating his own plan for quite some time, watching out through the small window that was locked and, after being tested with a metal leg of the couch, discovered to be made of Plexiglas or some similar substance.

He did know, from listening at the door, that the man posted there did not stay. He left for a ten minute break at two thirty everyday and left through a side door somewhere to the left of the office that Alex and Sean had been locked into.

Alex could tell that the door would break easily and he knew enough of the layout of the place to guess the guards positions. It seemed that the fourteen he had seen from his brief walk from the plane into the building was about the extent of them and that they mainly occupied the front of the building and the courtyard between the office and warehouses. Only two were left to guard the back that was butted up against the jungle.

Alex liked his odds and was willing to take a gamble on them. At the very worst, they would shoot him and take Sean back.

"Hey, Sean, do you want to get out of here?" Alex asked in a whisper, inching closer to the boy who nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, I need you to do exactly what I tell you, okay?"

"Okay. Are you sure though? My daddy told me that if I ever get lost to stay where I am until him or mommy comes and finds me. I think that we should do that." Sean said earnestly. "My dad is coming soon, you just said that."

"Yeah, I did, but if we do what I'm thinking, then he can find us faster and we can go back to England." Alex explained, trying to sway Sean over to doing what he suggested. The boy had complete faith in his father and was willing to wait for him to come and get him. Alex supposed that any child in this situation would do exactly that.

"But my dad says… well, I guess it makes since if we go to where he can find us. But we won't get into trouble. I don't want to see that lady again." Sean's hope-filled voice changed dramatically to a fearful one.

"No, we won't have to see her again. We're going to run away and hide from her, and then I'll ring your dad and tell him where we are so he can come and get us." Alex grinned as if it was the best plan ever devised and soon Sean was smiling too.

"Okay, Sean you have to stay behind me, alright? And don't try to help me, I've got everything under control." Alex said carefully. He glanced at the clock. Two thirty-three. The guard was on break and this was their chance.

Alex squared himself with the door and took a deep breath. He snapped his leg forward, once, twice and the door snapped in half. Alex dashed through as the guard barreled in through a side exit, raising his gun. Alex latched onto the other end and directed the barrel away from himself. A powerful kick to the man's solar plexus and then another to his temple landed him in a crumpled heap on the floor. Alex quickly stripped him of his bullet proof vest and forced it over Sean's head. He cleaned out his pockets of all the money he had on him and snatched up his gun.

Alex grabbed Sean's arm with his free hand and dragged him to the door the guard had come through. He peeked out and was relieved that no one seemed to be any wiser of their escape. He opened and door and moved at a jog, dragging Sean's weighed down and stumbling body behind him. They reached the fence without incident and Alex climbed quickly to the top.

He reached down and pulled Sean up, dropping him onto the other side into the already dense jungle. He dropped next to the boy and pulled him into the cover of the trees. He could see a cleared path to their right and deciding it was their best bet to freedom he headed for it, quietly commanding Sean to keep the vest on.

They struggled through the trees slowly, keeping off of the road for obvious reasons. Sean didn't complain but he often had to stop and rest under the weight of the Kevlar vest. Alex couldn't carry him and the gun so he simply sat down with him and waited for his breathing to even out until they began again.

It was difficult to tell in the dense vegetation but Alex was willing to bet that they had covered four miles before nightfall and he knew that their time of being unnoticed was running out. Dinner was brought to them at eight and they were allowed out, one at a time, to use the restrooms and bathe.

To his immense relief Alex spotted a hut and moved toward it quickly, pulling Sean behind him. When they reached it Alex nearly cried in relief. The hut gave way to a small modern resort sitting on the edge of a large hill, facing the ocean.

Alex grinned, congratulating himself on his triumphant escape with Sean safely in tow behind him. He started down the hill at an even faster pace, with the image of safety now within his sights.

It took them nearly another thirty minutes to reach the outskirts of the town and when they did, Sean was nearly crying from exhaustion. Alex took pity on him and scooped him up, giving the boy's tired feet a rest as he walked on paved streets, still toting the handgun with him.

Alex set Sean down on a curb and the boy leaned into his shoulder, nearly asleep, as Alex counted the money that he had taken from the guard. Enough for a hotel maybe, a cheap one, but as long as it had a phone and a bed, Alex didn't care how many stars it had.

They trudged another block into the town and Alex spotted a shabby little motel and made a beeline for it. He let Sean sit down by the front desk while he argued over a price for the night with the old man behind the counter, finally handing over nearly all of his money grudgingly.

They were given an old fashioned key and told a room number and Alex carried Sean to the little room they had possession of for the night.

The room was cramped and the bed lumpy but Alex collapsed onto it anyway, giving Sean permission to take off the vest.

Without thinking to make a phone call to Blunt or anyone else, Alex fell asleep with Sean curled up beside him.

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