They were there, Campsite 34, not a soul in site.
Shawn was looking around the campsite.
"It's 4:25, I don't see any snipers"
There was no reply.
"Hello?" Shawn was now officially freaked. "Anybody there?"
"Yes." A short man with brown hair said as he walked out of the woods.
"Who the heck are you?!?!"
"That's not important, I am just a messenger here to tell you that if you ever want to see my master's hostages again, you will have to come with me."
"OK, I'll go." The little man grabbed his shirt and started leading him into the forest.
They had been walking for at least an hour when finally, he saw a wooden cottage.
"We're here" The Little Man said.
"My master is waiting for you inside"
The little man shoved Shawn
As soon as they stepped inside the lights flicked on.
"Abigail!!!!!!!"
Abigail had been duct-taped to a chair.
"Shawn???" Abigail said weakly.
"Yeah, who did this to you???"
All of a sudden someone knocked him out-cold with a lamp.
Next thing he knew he was sitting in a bright room.
"Hello Shawn."
He recognized the voice from somewere, but he just couldn't place were.
A figure sat down in front of Shawn.
"Nice to see that you could make it."
"McNab?!?!"