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Chapter 5 - First Successes

Together with the Seal team, Sam and Ray worked out a plan. The Seals had scrutinized Ray. Because Sam was an ex-Seal, they trusted his judgment. It was clear to everyone that this would be a dangerous operation. But when did Seals ever have harmless operations? Nevertheless, the men intensely went over their actions again and again. As far as possible they wanted to avoid mistakes.

While the Seal team left the meeting room, Ray stayed, staring at the map. In silence, Sam walked next to his colleague and waited.

"We need quite a long time to reach this area. Will Callen persevere so long? I mean he doesn't even know that we are on our way."

"G can persevere as long as it's necessary. We can't inform him at the moment, but as soon as we are there we will find a way." Sam sounded more confident than he felt. But he did not want Ray to be worried too much. It was an undeniable fact that G had got through quite a lot of things.

Chalk-white Nate clung to his seat. Kensi's driving style has always been a borderline one. But now she drove like a Formula One racing driver, only that she was on the streets of Los Angeles and not on a racetrack. Joann, who drove the second car, had no problems to follow Kensi. Unlike Nate, Mike was sitting pretty relaxed next to Joann. He smiled in the face of Nate's horrified exclamation, which all could hear through their earwigs.

"Stop it at last, Nate, I'm getting numb! I won't crash. Follow Mike's example, he doesn't say a word."

"Probably because he is completely paralyzed with fear!" Nate gasped in horror as Kensi very nearly dodged a stationary vehicle. "Kensi!"

"Oh, shut up, Nate!" Kensi floored it.

Joann sighed softly. Probably Kensi was the best driver of them, but now she was clearly taking too high a risk.

"Kensi, drive a little slower. We can't help Marty, if we are involved in an accident."

Kensi did not answer, but reduced the pace. Joann nodded approvingly and then called Eric.

"Have you been able to ascertain what is their purpose?"

"No, Joann, Nell is still looking."

"She shall hurry up." Joann hesitated briefly, and then decided to trust her gut feeling. "I think we are running out of time."

Callen was exhausted. The weather had worsened it rained constantly. In addition, it was cold. Due to the fact he could not light a fire, Callen felt miserable cold most of the time. Because he was on the move, except at night, Callen had little opportunity to search for food. All told slowly but steady got him at the end of his rope. Callen could only hope that his message had reached the intended recipients and help was on the road now. However, there was still the problem how the help should find him. About that Callen would worry later. First he wanted to come through the night. Shivering, he pulled the blanket tighter around him. Tomorrow he would take care of dry clothes and food.

Deeks tried not to lose his nerve. He had hoped to send signals to headquarters with the earwig and the button camera. But the sack over his head made this impossible. As soon as he was on the boat, he would be dead. His kidnappers gave no rise to doubts. Deeks wished he had previously requested assistance. Now Kensi would again lose a partner.

"Hey, guys, I've found something. A fishing trawler, which is registered on one of the front companies of the organization. The signal of Deeks is still approximately half an hour distant from the small port, in which it lies." Nell sounded very excited.

"Can we catch them up, or perhaps even overtake them, Nell?" Renko looked on his Tablet PC, on which Deeks' signal flashed and now another point appeared.

"Not with the car, Mike."

Renko and Joann exchanged a quick glance before Joann focused on the traffic again.

"And in which way, Nell? We can't fly with our cars, even if Kensi just tries this."

Hetty chuckled as she listened to her people. Thanks to Kensi's driving style, the four agents were already much further than she had expected.

"Flying doesn't help you, you have to swim."

"What?" Even Nate forgot for a moment that he was sick to his stomach. "Did you say 'swim', Nell?"

Eric looked over to his colleague. The small analyst grinned broadly before she deigned an answer.

"You have to take a boat, a fairly quick one. Then you can shorten the curve of the coast, and head them off right at the harbor."

"Okay, and where do we get that fast boat? They don't lie just around the beach." Renko was pretty skeptical. At that moment, another point appeared on his map.

"There is just the right boat for you. So you can be faster than they." Nell transferred a few data.

Renko nodded, after he had read them. "Yes, you're right, therewith we can manage it. Kensi, you heard Nell. We don't follow Deeks any longer. Drive in the new direction."

Pressed closely to the ground, Callen looked down on the camp. There he would find what he needed: dry clothes, food and maybe a sleeping bag or warmer blanket. Thus he would make ands meet a few more days.

The men had left the camp and the children took care of the little herd. The women did their usual activities.

Cautiously, Callen approached the camp from the rear. He could not imagine that the men left the camp entirely unguarded. The closer he came to the tents, the more cautious Callen was. Then he discovered two guards. Older men who were no longer able to go on longer trips into the mountains. But they still could use their weapons and were not to be underestimate as an opponent.

Long experience combined with a little luck brought Callen in one of the tents, without being noticed. Silently, he packed up everything that could somehow be useful to him. Unfortunately, there was not so much food in the tent as Callen had wished for. But there were plenty of dry clothes and actually a sleeping bag. As a special bonus, he found a pair of binoculars, ancient, but in a perfect condition. Callen made a package of everything and left the tent.

This time he was not so lucky. One of the women saw him and promptly began to scream. The men immediately opened fire on him. Sidestepping like a rabbit, Callen run away from the camp. The bullets missed him by a hair's breadth. Splinters of rocks, which were hit by the bullets, hit his face. Callen crouched a little lower, but ran on undeterred and eventually escaped.

Ray and Sam were just before her departure. Once again they checked their equipment. They would drive the first stage, aided by a squad of Marines. Their destination was a small village. There they would get horses, small, powerful mountain ponies, as the terrain was not suitable for vehicles.

"All right?" Sam looked questioningly at his young colleague.

Ray nodded. "Sure. It is..." He shook his head. "All right, Sam, don't worry."

Sam was not satisfied. "Are you sure, Ray? Now you still can go back. Once we're on the road, you have to persevere."

"I'm in, Sam, one hundred percent. I just had to think about that I'm back here. When I left Afghanistan for the last time, I thought it would be forever." Ray swallowed shortly. "I've lost some good friends here. I don't want to lose anybody else."

Expressionless Sam stared at the young man. He sometimes forgot that Ray had been a Marine in use. One did not have to be a Seal in order to have tough jobs and to see bad things. Sam nodded quietly.

"We are here, Ray, so that won't happen. We will bring back Callen, and every one of us will come home. Alive."

Ray held Sam's gaze. He felt that something had changed in his relationship with Sam. Suddenly the Seal seemed to see him as an equal partner and not any more as a beginner. Ray did not know what he had done to deserve this, but he was grateful.

"Yes." Thrusting Ray closed his backpack. "Let's go."

With screeching tires Kensi turned into the little harbor. Meanwhile, Nate was completely silent and gave his best not to vomit. As Kensi jumped out of her car, Nate followed much more slowly on rather shaky legs. He breathed deeply a few times.

"Kensi, you're totally crossed! It's a wonder we did not crash!" Joann seethed with anger. "I'm not bent on telling Marty that the police is scraping you from the pavement so you could not free him!"

Kensi just grinned and ignored Joann's rant. "Renko, which berth?"

After a quick look over the area, Renko pointed in one direction. "The second to last place on that jetty."

For a moment the four agents looked at the fence surrounding the area. Kensi then shrugged her shoulders, ran off and climbed over it already. Sighing, the others followed her.

"Wow, hot boat!" Joann forgot her anger on Kensi and threw an enthusiastic view to the powerboat. But then she frowned. "And who of you can handle it? I can't."

Renko got into the boat and briefly had a look at everything. "Nell, that thing is secured with an electronic lock." He told her name and type. "Any idea?"

The answer came from Eric. "We are already working on it. Just a moment." Eagerly everyone was waiting. "Okay, Renko, try this code." Eric transmitted a series of numbers.

Renko keyed them in and grinned when the safety latch sprang open. "All on board, we put out to sea immediately. Kensi, cast off the front rope, Joann, the rear one. Nate, sit down, buckle up and try not to puke."

Renko started the engines. Kensi quickly sat down next to Nate, while Joann buckled up in the seat next to Renko. This time she held the tablet PC, and followed Deeks' signal. Confidently, Renko steered the boat out of the port and then accelerated.

Callen sighed with relief. At last he was warm again and his stomach did not growl any more. A meal, dry clothes and a warm sleeping bag ensured that Callen did no longer feel so exhausted. Now he would hold out as long as it would be necessary.

While he was lying in the sleeping bag, he wondered how he could get in touch with his people. Where would he start if he had to look for himself? The camp, from which he had sent his distress signal would be a good start. Only that he was quite far away from there in the meantime. In his mind's eye appeared the map of the area. He would have to draw attention to himself. Suddenly Callen knew what he had to do. The risk was enormous, but the area was too large, that someone would find him just like that. Slowly Callen worked out his plan.

The drive to the village was a bumpy affair. There was no proper road, just a rutted dirt road. Everyone was very tense, because everywhere could be snipers.

Ray had gone through this and also had to watch how good Marines, who had been his friends, had been injured and killed. He did not want to re-experience that, under no circumstances. Ray glanced at Sam. Since they were on the road, the big Seal had kept a straight face.

Sam could not stop thinking. He already had have such a bad feeling as G went. But now the worries about his friend made him almost mad. He hoped that G would find a way to tell him where he was.

"Hetty, we have a problem. They drive to a small private marina, not the fishing harbor, where the trawler is." Eric had no explanation on hand.

Hetty looked at the map with the signals. "Miss Jones, did you found any other records of boats?"

"No, Hetty, the fish trawler was the only one. I check the list of registered boats in the marina." At the speed of light Nell's finger flew over the keyboard. "No apparent connection to the slave trafficking ring. I have no idea what they want there."

"Mr. Beale?"

"I found a couple of cameras, Hetty." Eric let the images appear on the big screen. "We should be able to see which boat they will take."

"You have to be faster, Mike, otherwise we are not able to catch them." Joann looked over to Renko, before she again concentrated on the Tablet PC. "We must reach them before they leave the port. There they have too many witnesses to put Marty away."

"Hold on!" Renko pushed the throttle forward.

The trip became more turbulent. Nate tried to concentrate on something else, so that he had not to vomit.

Because of her inner tension Kensi grit her teeth so tightly together that her jaw ached. She threw a quick look at Joann. Kensi had no idea from where Joann always knew when the time ran out for something. Then her gut feeling was apparently working overtime. She worked together long enough with Joann to trust her in that case. At the same time this knowledge worried Kensi even more.

Deeks was pulled roughly from the car. Someone pushed him forward so violently that Deeks fell off. With hands tied behind his back he could not keep his balance. The men laughed. Brutal, he was yanked up and pushed forward, though less violently than before. Deeks could see nothing, but his other senses were working. He heard the creaking of a door, and felt that the flooring changed. It also smelled of the sea, but not as fresh as on the ocean, when he was surfing. Deeks was clear that he was on a jetty, so he had to be in a harbor. He was uneasy. Eventually, Deeks was pushed up a few steps. The swaying under his feet told him that he had landed on a boat. This time, Deeks was deliberately pushed to the ground. He heard that the engine was started, then the boat began to move.

Finally, after a few minutes the sack was taken from his head. Facilitated Deeks breathed several times deeply in and out.

Just above the derelict houses Callen was lying in the shelter of some rocks and watched the scene with the stolen binoculars. He had been here once already, before his cover was blown. In one of the houses, weapons and ammunition were stored. Callen had decided to steal some of it. In addition, there was a powerful, portable transmitters. So he would get in touch with his people. But it was a huge risk, because this base was well guarded. Significantly better than the camp from where Callen had transmitted his distress signal.

While he was memorizing the rhythm of the guards, Callen fit his plan to the realities. He decided to wait until almost dawn. Then it was light enough that he could see something and dark enough to avoid detection. In addition, the final shift was always very tiring. At its end, the guards often were inattentive. All this would increase his chances. Nevertheless, there were still a lot of ways, why he could fail.

"We have video, guys, and audio! Finally, Deeks is transmitting." Eric could hardly hold back his relief. "He is on a motor yacht. You have the transmission...now!"

Kensi was relieved, until she could see the transmission. There were at least four men with Deeks. To this was added the skipper and possibly other men, who were not to see or hear.

"Deeks, we are on our way to you. Hold on." Kensi waited for a response and was relieved, as Deeks coughed. "We come from the sea side in a powerboat. It won't take long."

Joann did not take her look from the Tablet PC. She slowly shook her head. "Mike, we are not fast enough. They are out of the marina any moment."

Renko threw a quick glance at the display, when Joann held out the device to him.

"Okay, hold on for dear life. It will become bumpy." Then he pushed forward the throttle control up to the poster.

Even Kensi gasped as the boat shot ahead. With one hand Joann hold fast onto the seat, as she tried to read the display on the tablet PC in her other hand. Nate just closed his eyes, resigned himself to his fate.

"Nell, Eric, send the L.A.P.D. to the marina and inform the Coast Guard. We don't manage to intercept the men in the marina. Since we don't know how many people are on board, we probably need backup."

"That was already arranged, Miss MacKenzie. The Coast Guard will send as well a helicopter as a boat."

"Thank you, Hetty." Joann gave up the fight with the computer. The ride was too rough. Also the yacht should soon come into view.

The night in the small village had been brief. Before dawn, Sam, Ray and the Seals set out on the horses. After sunrise the Marines would set off back. After extensive discussion they decided that the place, from which Callen had sent the distress signal, would be their first goal.

"You don't agree with this decision." Ray did not ask.

"No. G won't be nearby anymore. Probably he will be quite far away. But so long 'quite far away' is no precise location, it doesn't really matter where we start the search."

Ray understood Sam. They did not get any information from the locals. Allegedly Callen was seen nowhere. There was a great probability that some of the villagers were in cahoots with Callen's pursuers. Or at least wanted to stay out of the whole thing for reasons of personal safety. After all, they had been willing to give an approximate local information for the camp with the transmitter. The data correspond to Hetty's information about the source of the distress signal.

Sam sighed softly. "I still hope that G finds a way to contact us once again. Hetty lets monitor the frequencies on which he had sent his distress signal. And a few others, too." Now Sam frowned. "They are really unusual frequencies. Could be that the CIA uses them." He shook his head. "However, we have to be patient and hope for the best."

Ray nodded. "If someone can make it, then Callen."

Silently they rode on.

Attentively Deeks watched the men. Something was in the wind. Discreetly, he tried to change his position to offer the button camera a new angle. Deeks was determined to send his team any information that was possible. If he should go west, they needed any evidence to nail the guys down on it.

One of the men was on his cell phone all the time. Again and again he cast glances at Deeks. Not a good sign.

"Hey, guys, if that should be a cruise, the service is really bad. Where's my cocktail? And a bite to eat wouldn't be bad." Deeks grinned at the men. "Otherwise I've definitely not booked coach class." He pointed with his chin on the seat next to him. "I set great value upon comfort."

Deeks could not understand what the man with cell phone said to his sidekick. But he really came to him and pulled him up from the planks.

"Thanks, pal."

Deeks wanted to make himself comfortable on the bench, but the man pushed him roughly to the stern of the boat. There he was again thrown to the ground.

"Hey, is that really necessary? Couldn't you be a little bit more friendly?"

To answer Deeks received a strong stroke in the face.

"Shut up, cop. Or do you want to get a whipping during your last few minutes among the living?"

The grin in Deeks' face looked pained. "Now I want more than ever a cocktail. Or maybe better a beer. And a cigarette. Sentenced to death is always granted a last cigarette."

This time it was not only a stroke. Unerringly, Deeks' stomach, kidney, liver and ribs were hit. Gasping and struggling with an urge to gag, Deeks doubled up on the deck.

With considerable dismay everyone had followed the conversation. Deeks' earwig transmitted clearly and distinctly.

Joann threw a quick glance to Renko

"I'll get everything out of this thing, what's possible, Joann. We can be thankful that the sea is so calm today. Otherwise we would have somersaulted long ago."

"There!"

Three pairs of eyes followed Kensi's outstretched arm. She had discovered the yacht.

"Damn, is it fast!" Joann looked incredulous after the motorboat that went away at high speed. "What is that? A camouflaged powerboat?"

"About that. I was able to identify the yacht. Its engine power is just beneath the one of the powerboat."

Nell rattled off some technical information, which only Renko understood. On the questioning looks of his colleagues he gave only a short answer.

"The yacht is fast, we're faster."

As quietly as possible Callen climbed down to the ruined village. Creeping from shadow to shadow, he moved toward the house with the weapons. Through a rear window opening Callen climbed into it. The guards at the door did not notice him. Their fire threw a faint light inside. Callen shook his head. The men were careless, at least ammunition and weapons were stored in this building. He made use of both and packed everything into his blanket. Callen tied it into a bundle and finally grabbed one of the weapons. Then he climbed out on the same path on which he had entered.

Callen's next goal was the only building that was still completely intact. Inside were the headquarters with the portable transmitter and the explosives store. Certainly he would not enter there so easy. But Callen had no choice. He needed the transmitter.

On ground floor there were no windows in this building. They were all bricked up. But during his observations Callen had discovered an open one on the first floor. There a piece of cloth fluttered as a privacy shield, so that he did not know what was behind it. But Callen was determined to take the risk.

Over a couple of rocks and debris, he climbed onto the neighboring building. From the roof he had a good view on the window. It was maybe seven feet away and about five feet deeper. Callen checked the bundle, slung the weapon and jumped.

The Seals observed the camp from different locations. There, everything was quiet and peaceful. Apparently nobody had noticed that Callen had sent a distress signal a few days ago. As Sam had expected, there were no traces of his partner. For this he was simply too skillfully and too clever.

„We withdraw to the meeting point. Silently."

The team leader was waiting for confirmation before he followed his own statement. A little later everyone met at the agreed location.

"Where do we go from here?" Ray looked questioningly at Sam.

Frowning the ex-Seal had a look at the map and at the aerial photos of the area. He had already done that more than once, but without coming to a conclusion. Quietly, he spoke to himself.

"G needs a radio so he can contact us. He needs weapons to defend himself against his persecutors. Food, weatherproof clothing. The message from G said that he can't shake off his pursuers; that they are always close on his heels. So he cannot set up a camp, he has to keep on the move. What G needs, he has to get on his way. Most locals are nomadic. But there are also a few villages, such as the one where we had been. The only location-safe sources for everything that G needs."

Intently Ray has followed Sam's soliloquy. Now he picked up a marker, looked at the map and photographs and marked the few villages. Then he hesitated.

"Sam, what is that? A village?"

In the meantime, the Seals had gathered around Sam.

"An abandoned village, probably in ruins." One of the Seals gave the answer. "The many wars have made sure that everywhere there are such places."

"Often Taliban are hiding there. Not harmless." The team leader looked thoughtfully at Sam. "How venturesome is your agent?"

"Pretty." Sam looked blankly at the team leader. "Why?"

"If the Taliban are hiding there, there's everything, what your man needs."

Sam and Ray exchanged a quick glance.

"Then we should set out for there."

Slowly Deeks recovered his breath and sat up carefully. Slightly moaning, he leaned against railings. What he got to see, did not please him at all. One of the gangsters came up from under deck. He carried an old, rusty, quite heavy looking anchor chain. Before Deeks knew what was happening, he lay on his back, two men held him and two others wrapped the chain around his legs.

"Hey, guys, cut it out! We certainly can agree on it!"

Deeks tried to throw himself back and forth and kicked his legs, but in vain. When his kicking was too much for the men they hit his head brutally against the deck. Deeks lost consciousness.

Joann had released her seat belt and now was standing next to Renko. With one hand she desperately held on to the windscreen, while the other clutched a pair of binoculars and looked intently forward.

"I can't exactly recognize it, but they seem to wrap something around Marty's legs...What are they doing?" Abruptly Joann let fall the binoculars on her seat. "Mike, head straight for them, I think they want to throw Marty overboard! Kensi, get ready!"

Kensi did not need to be told twice. Hastily the two women took off their shoes and lay down their weapons. At the last moment Joann thought about taking her car keys from her pants pocket and put the tablet PC for Renko onto the control console.

"Kensi?"

"I'm ready."

Agile, despite the high speed, the women climbed to the rim of the boat and clung to the holder for the awning. Slightly less agile than the women Nate changed his seat and now stood beside Renko. Tensely everyone looked ahead.

For a moment, Callen held his breath as parts of the house fell to the ground, but no one had noticed him. With a firm tug, he pulled himself up and climbed through the window. Again Callen did not move and listened to the sounds in the building. Because he only heard sleep noises, he moved cautiously through the room. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness inside. First when Callen arrived at the stairs down, he heard the footsteps of a man. The pace was steady, as if someone walked up and down. Probably a guard. Carefully Callen cast a glance down the stairs. Yes, there was the man, directly in front of the open door. Close to the wall Callen went downstairs, step-by-step. Again and again he threw glances upward, eventually he did not want to be surprised by an awakened sleeper.

The moment when the guard walked away from the door, Callen sprinted into the back of the house. He remembered exactly at the location of the explosive. With relief Callen noticed that nothing had changed since his visit here. In the dim light of a hurricane lamp that hung in the hallway of the building, Callen opened his bundle and packed up in no time at all, what he needed: explosives, ignition wires, fuses. In addition, he discovered a box of hand grenades. Carefully carrying his now quite heavy bundle he went into the next room. There he found the old-fashioned, but still fully functional portable radio. Carefully Callen tucked it between his remaining loot and then hung the bundle back round his neck. Now he just had to get out of here without being seen.

Hetty, Nell and Eric watched with horror as Deeks was thrown overboard. Then the button camera conked out and the video went black.

"Kensi? Joann?"

But the two female agents did not respond to Eric's call. Both tried not to lose sight of the place where Deeks had gone down.

As the powerboat was approaching the point, Renko became a little slower. "Now!"

Kensi and Joann jumped into the water at the same time, while Renko stepped on the gas again and took up the pursuit.

The underwater visibility was not good, but they could soon discover Deeks. He sank steadily deeper and made no effort to do something about it. With powerful strokes Joann and Kensi dived for him and struggled to reach him. When they finally were within reach, they made short work. Despite the fetters both grabbed an arm and swam towards the water surface.

Joann noted the lack of air. Deeks had been pretty deep, and thanks to the anchor chain, he was damned heavy. The need to breathe became increasingly bigger. Colorful dots appeared before Joann's eyes, her swimming movements became uncoordinated. With the last of her strength Joann broke through the surface and greedily sucked the fresh air.

Kensi did not fare better. Panting, she gasped for air.

"Deeks! Deeks? If you're kidding me, you really will get into trouble!...Deeks?"

Panic rose in Kensi, with difficulty she forced it back.

"Jo, I feel his pulse, but he's not breathing!"

"Are his airways clear?"

Kensi checked that and nodded.

"Then start to ventilate him. I try to keep him up."

The anchor chain pulled Deeks' legs always back down. While Kensi did mouth to mouth resuscitation, Joann tried to keep Deeks at the water surface and to release the anchor chain. But the slave traders had done a great job. The chain was not only mixed up and very close wrapped around the legs, it was also firmly connected by two locks with Deeks' handcuffs. Joann gave up the rescue attempt, and focused only on the fact that Deeks did not sink.

The rescue team again left before sunrise. With the help of night vision devices and thanks to the sure-footed horses, they found their way in the darkness.

"That will be two damned long days, Sam."

"I know, Ray."

Sam had become quite silent, after they had decided to head for the deserted village. Two more days to hold out for G. And even if he really would be in the vicinity of it and was not caught until then. A lot of uncertainties.

Ray scrutinized his colleague. He was not less anxious, but neither of them could change the situation somewhat. Without contact with Callen, they only could rely on guesswork. Ray sighed.

"Do you see any way to inform Callen, that we are here?"

Sam shook his head. "We cannot trust anyone. If we ask the locals to keep looking for him, he's dead. If we attract too much attention, G is dead. Or we will be. We have to left the contacting to G. We can only wait patiently, Ray."

"And hurry up."

Renko directly bore down on the yacht. Nate had exchanged his handgun to a rifle that Renko had taken along. When they were within reach, Nate started to shoot on the boat. He had really learned a lot. Even if not every shot counted, Nate forced the men to take cover quickly.

"Renko, the Coast Guard ship will show up in a few minutes, the helicopter must be with you at any moment."

"Copy that, Eric. Send the helicopter to the women. They try to save Deeks from drowning."

"Okay, I'm at it."

Renko glanced at Nate, who kept the men from the slave trafficking ring busy with his shots.

"Eric, give me the position of the Coast Guard on the tablet PC."

"Done."

Renko watched the three flashing dots, then he changed the course slightly. Stunned, Nate stopped shooting.

"What are you doing? They're just ahead!"

"I want to drive them to the Coast Guard so that they can't escape." Renko pointed to the small computer.

Nate looked at the display, then nodded. "All right."

With the help of Nate's shots, they forced the yacht to change course, too. Renko nodded satisfied. They were driving straight for the Coast Guard ship.

Callen crept up to the guard and waited patiently. At the right moment, he attacked the man and pulled him into the house. After a brief struggle the guard was out of action. Callen took his clothes and then went his round. In this way he wanted to leave the ruined village.

After a few steps, he was called. This Callen had not expected. He mumbled an answer. Unfortunately, he could not get rid of the caller by this. The man stepped from the shadows and spoke to Callen again. He was clearly suspicious. Quietly Callen sighed and answered, this time clearly understandable. The man looked at Callen, then he open wide his eyes and he let out a warning cry before Callen was able to prevent it.

In no time, everywhere armed men appeared and opened fire on Callen. He sprinted behind the remains of a wall and took shelter. Hastily he looked around. Callen only found one potential escape route. Resolutely, he made ready his weapons and a few hand grenades. He blanked out everything else, concentrated and then threw the first grenade.