Part 220: Knowing
The door creaked opened to the bunker. The group huddled together as they always did. One soldier came down with a rifle, then another. The soldier was young but he looked grizzled, like he had seen a lot in his time. Jack was worried where this might lead. “Each of you will file out one at a time,” he ordered, “Any resistance, and we kill you now.”
Jack took a deep breath and stepped out first. He walked up the slope to have three soldiers waiting for him. Frakes stood his ground, watching over what transpired. One of the Liberators grabbed Jack by the arm and escorted him down to the first post. He stood there, watching them pull his arms back and tied him there. He grunted, feeling the rope burn the skin around his wrists. Locke was the next one out. He walked up to the post and held his hands back. As they tied him together, Locke looked to his young friend. Jack just glared at him. “Still think this is my fault?” the bald man asked.
“If we hadn’t gone for the Hatch, this would have never happened.” The doctor muttered.
“All things happen for a reason, Jack.”
“THEN WHAT THE HELL REASON IS THIS?” he screamed.
“SHUT UP!” Frakes ordered,” BOTH OF YOU!”
One by one the survivors were led out of the bunker, and tied to their own individual posts. Tony grunted as he was tied to the large wood post. “Marita?” he asked.
“I am here,” she assured him, grunting as they tied her.
A wind then brushed up against the blind doctor. Tony then tilted his head as he smelled a familiar smell. He remembered that each of the survivors seemed to give off their own unique body odor. The smell he just encountered reminded him of a certain Middle Easterner that saved his life once upon a time.
Up on the ridge, Sayid looked at the camp with the binoculars. McKay parted next to him with Eddie by his side. Danielle had taken off her scope from her rifle and was using it as a mini-binocular. The four friends scoured the outpost and found their friends. They were being led out one by one and tied to posts. Eddie kept trying to lean up but every time, McKay would push back down. “I wanna see!” he grunted.
“Quiet, Eddie,” McKay whispered, “There ain’t nothing to see at the moment.”
“Well? Is Tony and Marita okay?”
“It would seem,” Sayid said, “They are being tied a post just beyond the lower horizon.”
“Executions?” asked Danielle.
“No,” the Iraqi whispered, “Unfortunately, I have seen this before. It’s a Human Fence. A scare tactic against us to prevent us from attacking them. We obviously got their attention when their five soldiers didn’t come back.”
“How the hell do you know they won’t execute them anyway?”
“Perhaps we are not a threat to them? Perhaps they have some better things to worry about besides us. I do not know.”
“I hope you are right, Sayid.”
“Mia is missing, and so is Artz.” Sayid commented.
Danielle watched them being tied to their own post. Then she opened both eyes as a young in tattered clothing with a red bandana was led out of the bunker by two men. The French saw the eyes of her husband in the young girl. After all these years, she had finally found her daughter. “AL-“ she tried to scream but McKay immediately cupped his hand over her mouth.
Sayid squatted down, looking at the soldiers. He was thankful they didn’t hear Danielle’s outburst. McKay held onto her as she stared into the distance, her eyes watering with tears. The Iraqi noticed the young girl in torn clothing which he did not recognize. “Is that Alex, Danielle?” he whispered.
She shook her head in agreement as McKay slowly removed his hand from her mouth. She gently laid down, curling up into a fetal position and weeping. McKay turned his attention back to the plan at hand. “If our friends are down there, how do we get them out?” he pointed.
“Misdirection.” The Iraqi whispered.
“We can’t attack them in that position, Sayid,” the Australian grunted, “They’ll be expecting it!”
“Precisely,” Sayid agreed, handing him the binocular and pointing to toward his right, “Which is why we will attack from over there.”
McKay looked toward the area where he was pointing. At the end of the outpost led to an evening bigger grassy clearing. “The bulk of us with lure them out there,” he pointed, “Then a small band with go in, free our friends and get out.”
“It sounds too good to be true,” McKay muttered.
“I have seen it work many times.” He smiled, “Plus we have the advantage. They will not expect me here, nor any of our other passengers that are trained in weapons tactics.”
“Okay, now what happens when we get them out there?”
“ I have a plan for that as well,” he motioned for everybody to follow him, “Come. We must depart before we are discovered.”
Locke rested his eyes and then saw a small movement in the distance. He immediately noticed the familiar black hair of Sayid and the bald head of McKay. The old man then immediately started coughing and lurching forward. He thrashed about a big, jolting his leg. “LOCKE!” Kate said.
“ John, what’s wrong?” asked Jack.
The soldiers came up to him and checked on him. Locke then leaned up, taking deep breathes. He slowly calmed down, breathing in through his nose. “Sorry about that,” he whispered, “Old body, old problems.”
“Say the word, old man and we’ll cure you off them,” the soldier coughed.
“Locke, are you okay?” Jack asked, “You know, you’re not that ol-“
“HEY, JACK!” Locke smiled, interrupting him, “Have I ever told you how much I appreciate the Muslim custom of prayer?”
“Muslim?” the doctor said confused.
“Yeah, they pray toward sunrise early in the morning. It’s there way of honoring Mecca.”
“I know all that, Locke but-“
“But I am not sure how Australians pray.” Locke stared at his doctor friend, then turn toward Tony, “Did you hear that Tony? Jack and I are discussing the praying habits of Muslims and Australians.”
Tony raised his head. Locke was talking about Muslims and Australians, which meant he must have been talking about Sayid and McKay. Jack then looked into the distance, realizing what he was talking about too. “Australians,” he coughed, “Don’t pray, Locke . . .they are people of action, not words.”
“Yes, “ He smiled, “That makes perfect sense.”
One soldier behind them looked to another one of his friends. “Did you understand a single word of what they just said?” he asked.
“They’ve been in the bunker too long.” He said, lighting up a cigarette.
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Sayid walked down through the jungle, pushing the bushes aside. McKay held onto Eddie’s hand as they walked with Danielle bringing up the rear. As they walked, the French woman jogged closer to get to Sayid. “I wish to know what the plan is.” She asked.
“I will inform all concern parties at once,” he looked at her, “In the meantime, I need you to lead me to the place where you led Jack and the others to the dynamite.”
“What do you need that for?” asked McKay.
“Hal recovered two grenades from the soldiers. If we placed the dynamite in various locations in that field, then someone cal lop one into the field while the soldiers are there-“
“You will kill them all at once.” Danielle finished.
“Yes. It will be the only way for us to survive, because they outnumber us.”
“A foolhardy plan but it’s the only one presented to us, “ Danielle started walking into the other direction, “I will meet you at your caves, while I retrieve the dynamite.”
“Do you need some help?”
“No, I have them in a secure cave just West. I won’t be long.”
“Cave?” McKay paused, “What about this Black Rock business you told Jack?”
“That is where the unstable dynamite is,” she looked at him with all seriousness, “ I secured myself boxes to keep in a dry environment years ago.”
McKay couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Are you saying . . .you knew that dynamite was unstable and you sent my friends there ANWAY??” he said, approaching her.
Sayid quickly put his hand on the Australian’s chest. Danielle spit and then continued walking. “You wish to argue about it now or after we save your friends?” she disappeared into the jungle.
“That bitch,” McKay hissed.
“Let her go, we have important things to worry about now.” Sayid urged him.
“I don’t understand how you can trust her, she is out of her bloody gord.” The bald man pointed.
“We don’t have to trust her. But she will help us,” the Iraqi started walking, “Her daughter is captive by the very same men who hold our friends. That will insure her loyality.”
“Let’s hope so.” He grunted as the followed him.
Eddie stared into the distance where Danielle disappeared and then quickly ran to catch up to the other men.
Jack took a deep breath and stepped out first. He walked up the slope to have three soldiers waiting for him. Frakes stood his ground, watching over what transpired. One of the Liberators grabbed Jack by the arm and escorted him down to the first post. He stood there, watching them pull his arms back and tied him there. He grunted, feeling the rope burn the skin around his wrists. Locke was the next one out. He walked up to the post and held his hands back. As they tied him together, Locke looked to his young friend. Jack just glared at him. “Still think this is my fault?” the bald man asked.
“If we hadn’t gone for the Hatch, this would have never happened.” The doctor muttered.
“All things happen for a reason, Jack.”
“THEN WHAT THE HELL REASON IS THIS?” he screamed.
“SHUT UP!” Frakes ordered,” BOTH OF YOU!”
One by one the survivors were led out of the bunker, and tied to their own individual posts. Tony grunted as he was tied to the large wood post. “Marita?” he asked.
“I am here,” she assured him, grunting as they tied her.
A wind then brushed up against the blind doctor. Tony then tilted his head as he smelled a familiar smell. He remembered that each of the survivors seemed to give off their own unique body odor. The smell he just encountered reminded him of a certain Middle Easterner that saved his life once upon a time.
Up on the ridge, Sayid looked at the camp with the binoculars. McKay parted next to him with Eddie by his side. Danielle had taken off her scope from her rifle and was using it as a mini-binocular. The four friends scoured the outpost and found their friends. They were being led out one by one and tied to posts. Eddie kept trying to lean up but every time, McKay would push back down. “I wanna see!” he grunted.
“Quiet, Eddie,” McKay whispered, “There ain’t nothing to see at the moment.”
“Well? Is Tony and Marita okay?”
“It would seem,” Sayid said, “They are being tied a post just beyond the lower horizon.”
“Executions?” asked Danielle.
“No,” the Iraqi whispered, “Unfortunately, I have seen this before. It’s a Human Fence. A scare tactic against us to prevent us from attacking them. We obviously got their attention when their five soldiers didn’t come back.”
“How the hell do you know they won’t execute them anyway?”
“Perhaps we are not a threat to them? Perhaps they have some better things to worry about besides us. I do not know.”
“I hope you are right, Sayid.”
“Mia is missing, and so is Artz.” Sayid commented.
Danielle watched them being tied to their own post. Then she opened both eyes as a young in tattered clothing with a red bandana was led out of the bunker by two men. The French saw the eyes of her husband in the young girl. After all these years, she had finally found her daughter. “AL-“ she tried to scream but McKay immediately cupped his hand over her mouth.
Sayid squatted down, looking at the soldiers. He was thankful they didn’t hear Danielle’s outburst. McKay held onto her as she stared into the distance, her eyes watering with tears. The Iraqi noticed the young girl in torn clothing which he did not recognize. “Is that Alex, Danielle?” he whispered.
She shook her head in agreement as McKay slowly removed his hand from her mouth. She gently laid down, curling up into a fetal position and weeping. McKay turned his attention back to the plan at hand. “If our friends are down there, how do we get them out?” he pointed.
“Misdirection.” The Iraqi whispered.
“We can’t attack them in that position, Sayid,” the Australian grunted, “They’ll be expecting it!”
“Precisely,” Sayid agreed, handing him the binocular and pointing to toward his right, “Which is why we will attack from over there.”
McKay looked toward the area where he was pointing. At the end of the outpost led to an evening bigger grassy clearing. “The bulk of us with lure them out there,” he pointed, “Then a small band with go in, free our friends and get out.”
“It sounds too good to be true,” McKay muttered.
“I have seen it work many times.” He smiled, “Plus we have the advantage. They will not expect me here, nor any of our other passengers that are trained in weapons tactics.”
“Okay, now what happens when we get them out there?”
“ I have a plan for that as well,” he motioned for everybody to follow him, “Come. We must depart before we are discovered.”
Locke rested his eyes and then saw a small movement in the distance. He immediately noticed the familiar black hair of Sayid and the bald head of McKay. The old man then immediately started coughing and lurching forward. He thrashed about a big, jolting his leg. “LOCKE!” Kate said.
“ John, what’s wrong?” asked Jack.
The soldiers came up to him and checked on him. Locke then leaned up, taking deep breathes. He slowly calmed down, breathing in through his nose. “Sorry about that,” he whispered, “Old body, old problems.”
“Say the word, old man and we’ll cure you off them,” the soldier coughed.
“Locke, are you okay?” Jack asked, “You know, you’re not that ol-“
“HEY, JACK!” Locke smiled, interrupting him, “Have I ever told you how much I appreciate the Muslim custom of prayer?”
“Muslim?” the doctor said confused.
“Yeah, they pray toward sunrise early in the morning. It’s there way of honoring Mecca.”
“I know all that, Locke but-“
“But I am not sure how Australians pray.” Locke stared at his doctor friend, then turn toward Tony, “Did you hear that Tony? Jack and I are discussing the praying habits of Muslims and Australians.”
Tony raised his head. Locke was talking about Muslims and Australians, which meant he must have been talking about Sayid and McKay. Jack then looked into the distance, realizing what he was talking about too. “Australians,” he coughed, “Don’t pray, Locke . . .they are people of action, not words.”
“Yes, “ He smiled, “That makes perfect sense.”
One soldier behind them looked to another one of his friends. “Did you understand a single word of what they just said?” he asked.
“They’ve been in the bunker too long.” He said, lighting up a cigarette.
-----------------------------------------,
Sayid walked down through the jungle, pushing the bushes aside. McKay held onto Eddie’s hand as they walked with Danielle bringing up the rear. As they walked, the French woman jogged closer to get to Sayid. “I wish to know what the plan is.” She asked.
“I will inform all concern parties at once,” he looked at her, “In the meantime, I need you to lead me to the place where you led Jack and the others to the dynamite.”
“What do you need that for?” asked McKay.
“Hal recovered two grenades from the soldiers. If we placed the dynamite in various locations in that field, then someone cal lop one into the field while the soldiers are there-“
“You will kill them all at once.” Danielle finished.
“Yes. It will be the only way for us to survive, because they outnumber us.”
“A foolhardy plan but it’s the only one presented to us, “ Danielle started walking into the other direction, “I will meet you at your caves, while I retrieve the dynamite.”
“Do you need some help?”
“No, I have them in a secure cave just West. I won’t be long.”
“Cave?” McKay paused, “What about this Black Rock business you told Jack?”
“That is where the unstable dynamite is,” she looked at him with all seriousness, “ I secured myself boxes to keep in a dry environment years ago.”
McKay couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Are you saying . . .you knew that dynamite was unstable and you sent my friends there ANWAY??” he said, approaching her.
Sayid quickly put his hand on the Australian’s chest. Danielle spit and then continued walking. “You wish to argue about it now or after we save your friends?” she disappeared into the jungle.
“That bitch,” McKay hissed.
“Let her go, we have important things to worry about now.” Sayid urged him.
“I don’t understand how you can trust her, she is out of her bloody gord.” The bald man pointed.
“We don’t have to trust her. But she will help us,” the Iraqi started walking, “Her daughter is captive by the very same men who hold our friends. That will insure her loyality.”
“Let’s hope so.” He grunted as the followed him.
Eddie stared into the distance where Danielle disappeared and then quickly ran to catch up to the other men.
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