Happy Monday!

SPOILERS - this week - Things on the island take a worrying turn, Mr Campbell makes plans and Scott fights back.

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Marissa had managed to persuade Bianca to do her exercises out on the veranda in the morning sunshine. Bianca admitted that she had promised the kids that she would give them wave from the cabin.

They scanned the beach but there was no sign of anyone on the opposite shore.

"Maybe they are having a lie in?" said Marissa with a sigh. "Those fireworks were going off pretty late."

"I hope the kids are alright." said Bianca. "Gabby is never good after a late night."

Marissa hugged Bianca, resting her head on her shoulder.

"I'm sure Francois and Reggie can handle it." she said.

Bianca sighed, not looking convinced.

Marissa gestured to the boat.

"Or if you are really worried we can row right back and surprise them... After you have done your work out of course!"

Bianca turned to Marissa.

"You don't really want to row back do you?"

Marissa kissed her cheek.

"Not really. But if it is worrying you…"

"I'm a mom." said Bianca in explanation, but she smiled at Marissa's wrinkled nose. She leant in and kissed her lips. "But you're right, Reggie and Francois can handle the Gabby monster… So exercises?"

"Exercises…" said Marissa with a nod.

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Bianca was up to the count of five with her sit ups when Marissa suddenly cried out.

"Look there is someone!" said Marissa. "They are starting to emerge from their hangover."

Bianca, breathless from her worked out, turned to see two figures fall onto the beach. They were some distance from the resort.

"Who is it?"

Marissa frowned.

"It looks like Scott and Cara." said Marissa, worried because of her conversation last night with old friend.

Then she saw two more figures run out of the woods. Marissa and Bianca shared a look. Those men had guns.

"Oh my god!" exclaimed Bianca. "What..? What..?"

They could only watch as Scott struggled with the two men and then more men emerged onto the beach with more guns.

"The kids." Bianca gasped in a hushed whisper. "We need to get to the kids." She tried to get to her feet but slipped back without her brace.

Marissa was just watching the scene play out. The men weren't too far away. If they looked up they would see them.

"We need to hide." said Marissa, helping Bianca up. But rather than letting Bianca rush to the boat, where she wanted to be, Marissa pulled her back towards the cabin.

Bianca looked at her pleadingly.

"Our kids."

"We need to stay safe for our kids." insisted Marissa. "They haven't seen us yet."

Bianca nodded and let herself be dragged into the relative safety of the cabin. They crouched down under the shelter of the window and stared horrified into each other's eyes. They hadn't shared this kind of mutual fear since their abuse at the hands of Ricky Torres. They hugged each other desperately sharing their fear for their children.

They had no idea what was going on and they had no idea what they could do to stop it.

"At least we know why we didn't get breakfast." said Bianca.

Marissa gave her a sad smile at her attempt at a joke to ease the tension.

"You know my brace is still outside." she added.

"We'll wait for them to go. It's safer. They've got guns and we don't."

"Guns." muttered Bianca, a new haunted expression in her eyes. "They've got guns! Those fireworks last night weren't fireworks…" She tried to pull herself onto her feet and cried out. "My babies… my babies…"

Marissa's own stomach turned at the realisation that what they heard last night was gun-fire. She franticly held Bianca down and briefly covered her mouth to quiet her.

"No, they are not dead." she insisted, terrified that Bianca would be heard and compromise their hiding place. "We'd know if anything had happened… we'd know."

Bianca moaned in fear and frustration.

"I need my brace." she muttered. "I need my brace. I need to get to my babies!"

Marissa grabbed both sides of Bianca's face and forced her to look her in the eyes.

"I'll get you brace." she said. "But you need to calm down. We won't help anyone, especially the kids, if we get caught."

Bianca nodded dumbly.

"Now stay down and stay quiet." Marissa insisted, peering cautiously over the window ledge to check if the coast was clear. "I'll be quick."

The mercenaries all had their back to the cabin. Four of them were escorting Cara and Scott away into the woods and the other three were making to follow. Cara was limping and Scott was struggling as they were dragged away.

Marissa swallowed nervously and crouching low, crept out onto the veranda. If they needed to flee Bianca would need her brace. Bianca's crutches were by the door but her brace were lying by the steps. She used the nearest crutch to help her hook the brace and pull it towards her but it slipped and tumbled further down the steps. Cursing her luck Marissa laid flat and wriggled after it, trying to keep her profile as low as possible. She reached out again with the crutch. This time she was successful and pulled the brace right to her.

Pleased with her victory, Marissa looked back to the cabin. Bianca was watching from the doorframe, but Marissa notice her girlfriend's eyes were looking past her. Marissa turned back to the opposite shore. A huge man in a business suit, radio to his lips, was starring right back at her.

He'd seen them…

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