Scott was dragged by two guards into the forest. He could see Cara limping along in front of him, supported by her own burly guard. They had only gone a short way before the radio crackled into life and they all stopped. The mercenaries had an urgent conversation before the four armed men following, hurried back to the beach. That left Scott and Cara under the guard of three men.

Scott's head was going through ways to escape. He'd seem how ruthless they had been with their gun fire and couldn't see any of this ending in a good way. The guard who had a vice like grip on his right arm, called for them to stop again moments later. He turned to relieve himself against the tree.

Scott felt the grip on his left arm loosen and he noticed the other guard was leering at Cara in her torn cocktail dress. This was his moment.

He lashed out and punched the man in the face and grabbed his gun. The goon was not expecting the attack but rebounded quickly. Scott used the butt of the rifle to ram him in the gut, knocking all the wind out of him. He then swung the rifle butt at the back of the head of the other guy by the tree, leaving him stunned.

The guard holding Cara pulled her in front of him like a human shield while Scott trained the gun on him. He was so busy watching Scott he never expected Cara to fight back. She bit his hand, elbowed him in the ribs and as he twisted from her attacked. Scott charged up and swung the rifle at his head. The last guard fell unconscious to the ground taking Cara with him.

Scott helped Cara to her feet and pulled her into the woods. They could hear the men shouting as they recovered from the attack. Desperate for a place to hide they ducked down into a scrub filled gully and held their breath as the men crashed around in the undergrowth around them.

"We need to get to that satellite phone." Cara whispered.

Scott nodded. They had to call for help.

"Leave me." she said in hushed tones. "I'll only hold you up."

"I already said no." said Scott crossly. "I'm not leaving you behind. Besides I don't know anything about satellite phones, you'll have to show me how to use it."

The men were charging off to the right cursing and swearing. The coast was clear.

"Come on." insisted Scott hauling Cara up onto her feet. They could use the cover of the gully until they got their bearings and then find their way to the resort.

…

The gully led them out onto the beach where they had first seen the mercenary's boats. There was a lot of activity when they ducked behind a dune. There was only one motor boat on the beach now and men were loading up supplies to take to the larger boat moored off shore. The large boat's motor was already running and there was a huge plume of smoke coming from the engines.

"Are they leaving?" Cara asked.

"I don't know." said Scott. "But at least we know where we are now."

While they were sat down Cara reached down to examine her ankle which was swollen and a strange mix of red and purple bruises.

"Does it hurt?" Scott ask.

"Yeah." said Cara. "You really should leave me here."

Scott gave her hard look and pulled her back against his side as they crept back to the resort.

"We started this together." he insisted. "And that's how we are going to end it!"

…

There were a lot fewer guards in the resort than Scott expected. The mercenaries were mostly clustered around the large dining hall and the helicopter landing site. There were a few nervous moments, dodging guards by hiding behind cabins, but they got to the reception office unmolested.

Scott helped Cara lower herself onto one of the office chairs behind the welcome desk and then searched around for the satellite phone.

"What does it look like?" he asked.

"Chunky and yellow. It was in a black case."

Scott's foot hit something under the counter. He bent down and picked it up.

"This case?" he asked as it flopped open to reveal itself to be empty.

"It has to be here somewhere!" insisted Cara rifling through the papers in front of her.

Scott turned to investigate the cupboards behind him. The first cupboard he opened, he yelped in surprise. A terrified face was starring right back at him. It was the steward who had first welcomed them to the island. He had folded himself into the small cupboard to hide from the gun men

"I found the phone." said Scott. The steward had the satellite phone gripped firmly in his hand.

Scott helped the poor man out of his cramped hiding place.

"Where are the others?" Cara asked.

"I don't know." said the steward. "I just hid when I saw the guns."

"I don't blame you." said Scott, dusting off the man's jacket. He nodded to the phone still in the man's hand. "Have you used it?" he asked.

The steward nodded.

"I called for help. The navy will come and save us!"

"The navy?"

"They know how to treat pirates." said the steward with a confident grin. "We just need to stay hidden until they come and save us!"

…