Part 225: Into Position

The group moved with all the silence they could muster. Sayid kept checking above the tall crass as Danielle lined the fuses to the dynamite best she could. After laying the next one, she crawled and proceeded to lay another one. Sayid slowly followed her, making sure that she was getting them out in time.

Above them on a nearby ridge, McKay rested with Taylor, and Shannon. They were hiding behind a large tree, with fruit hanging above them. The blonde gently tossed the grenade idly in her hand. She was nervous and it was obvious. Why else would she be playing with a grenade like a softball? The Australian looked to his girlfriend and offered a simple smile. Taylor enjoyed the smile; it showed her that he wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.

Below the ridge Seth laid in the tall grass, unseen from any sentries. Mandy laid next to him, as did Andre. They were waiting on Danielle to get done putting the dynamite into place. The young bookstore worker gripped the sword in his right hand, rubbing his palm deeply into the hilt. Mandy slowly closed her eyes, letting a tear drop out of her right one. “I feel like I am going to throw up,” she whispered.

“That’s normal,” Seth reassured her.

“How can you be so damn calm?” she grunted quietly, “At mean, especially about what we are about to do?”

“I could tell you but you’ll probably think I am stupid.” He sighed.

“I already think you are stupid so don’t worry about.”

“I’m calm . .because I think Brendon would be in this situation.” He looked at her with a smile, “And if I am not calm . .then I think it would be like looking down on his training that he gave me in the short time I knew him.”

Mandy sighed, then gently took her friend’s hand, squeezing it. “That is not stupid,” she whispered.

“Thank you.” He replied.

“Seth?” she asked.

“Yeah?”

“Promise me you won’t let them take me.”

“Oh, I promise, Mandy,” he said with an slightly evil grin, “I promise I will do my damndest to make sure they don’t take anybody from us again.”

Andre whispered something in French. “Can I quote you on that, dude?” Seth chuckled.


Sayid jogged low back to up to the main ridge. Hal was calmly waiting, crosslegged amid the tall grass. Kellye was near him as was Dutch and the man called Sullivan. He was skeptical about being there but he didn’t want the others to think he was a coward. The Middle Easterner crotched low near them. “Danielle is almost through and it will be dawn in two hours,” he whispered,” When Seth sets them free, we open fire on any soldier coming around.”

“Got it,” Hal assured him.

“Yeah, Dude, I am good.” Dutch shuttered.

“Sullivan, you with us back there?” the cop asked.

“Yeah, I am.” He said, teeth chattering.

“Everyone remain steady,” Sayid whispered, “Sawyer and his group will be taking out the surrounding sentries. We must wait for the Seth’s signal.”

Sayid slowly walked over to the grassy area where he could see the outpost ahead. In the far distance, he could see his friend Jack tied to a wooden post. He was gritting his teeth, unable to sleep over the fact that his arms were tied behind his back. It was uncomfortable to say the least. He hoped it would not prevent him from running when the sun came up. The Iraqi then jolted as he felt a presence next to him. It was Kellye; the girl soldier. She just smiled as she rested on one knee next to him. “You all right?” he asked.

“I’ve been in this spot before.” She whispered.

“Yes, I suppose a few of us have.”

“I just . . .wanted to apologize.” She grunted.

Sayid raised an eyebrow. “For what?” he asked.

“The moment I saw you . . .I immediately hated you,” Kellye whispered, “Seeing you reminded me of my family that fought in the Gulf War. I lost one of them.”

“I see.” he said with concern.

“But the more I’ve been watching you and the way you handle these men and women, I understand that is long since been over. You truly care for them,” she picked a blade of grass and tossed it aside, “I was stupid to bring up old grudges.”

“You are not stupid, Kellye,” Sayid smiled his warm smiled, “You are a trained soldier, with soldier instincts. Perhaps not as skilled-“

“That is for sure.” She giggled.

“But a soldier none the less. I know I can count on you to get those people out of there.”

“Yes, I won’t let them down.”

Sayid sighed and closed his eyes. “I remember a saying once told to me by an Iraqi Colonel,” he calmly whispered, “Every soldier believes their cause is righteous. No one will every know which is which, cause in the end it’s the bullets that will decide.”

“Interesting phrase,” Kellye smirked, “Where is this Colonel now?”

“He’s dead.” Sayid said plainly.

“How do you know?”

“Because I shot him.” He said even more plainly.

Sayid looked at her with a smirk. The girl soldier just giggled and rubbed her forehead. Perhaps he will be lucky enough to kill another Colonel today.



Jenny poked her head out from behind a tree. She had just past two sentries but they didn’t notice them. She then motioned for the others to follow them. Micheal slowly walked with them, followed by Yolanda, Jin, Sun and Raven brought up the rear. The masked man kept his eyes open for any type of intrusion. As they walked Jenny crouched low amid the bushes. She couldn’t see anybody around the bend. Micheal paused, checking his gun. Jin then pointed toward the gun and whispered something Korean. “He say, he is wondering why you are the only one with the gun,” Sun commented.

“Cause this is the only one we could spare,.” Micheal grunted.

“He’s got a point,” Jenny whispered, “We need to get you guys some weapons of some kind.”

“Like where?” asked the black man.

“I don’t know where, Mike but we should be on the lookout for something,” she said, turning to him.

Micheal’s eyes lit up as she looked to him. She turned her head at the wrong moment; a soldier came out from behind a tree, zipping up his pants. He then saw them and quickly made a move for his rifle slung by his side. Jenny turned around and before she could leap toward him, a knife flew through the air and quickly imbedded in the man’s forehead. He coughed and then collapsed on his knees. “Tin Foil,” he coughed and fell on his back.

Jenny looked back and saw that Raven had thrown the knife. She then turned and jogged over to the soldier with the knife sticking in his forehead. She grabbed him by his jacket and dragged him back. As she did, the others didn’t need to ask permission. He quickly grabbed the rifle the man had and then Yolanda grabbed the man’s sidearm. After cocking back the pistol, she then looked to Sun and handed it to her. “Oh, no thank you,” she said, refusing the weapon.

Raven kneeled down and pulled the knife out of the man’s forehead. A small stream of blood oozed from the wound onto the grass. “Peanut Butter,” the man whispered.

Micheal was getting nervous, cause as he pulled the gun on the man. Everyone stared at the man who would jerk slightly. “Race car.” He coughed.

“Why is he not dead?” Yolanda asked.

Raven tapped his forehead and then did a thumbs down. “I think Raven lobotomized him,” Jenny shrugged, “At least he is not screaming.”


Sawyer continued circling the whole camp. He wore a purple tank-top he stole from Sayid’s pile of clothes. He would occasionally make some off handed remark about how much the man stunk. Natasha responded that he could have stole it off McKay’s pile but he stinks on occasion too. The three men that he pulled out of the group to help him was Jared, Chuck and Lance. The man called Jared rubbed his curly black hair, looking at the redneck. “Doe he always talk this much?” he commented.

“He’s just getting started.” Chuck laughed under his breath.

Sawyer then motioned for them to stop. Another sentry had come their way. The slightly older man was holding a shotgun as he walked. He stopped reached into his jacket pocket for something but by the time he turned around, he found Sawyer’s gun poking him in the face. The redneck smiled and calmly reached over, taking his shotgun. He quickly handed it Natasha. He turned back to the man and said, “Scream and I’ll plug ya.”

“Understood,” the older man grunted.

“Now . .hand them over.” He motioned.

The man slowly took out the two side arms at his side belts and handed them to the southern man. Sawyer then rolled his eyes and grabbed on of the pistols, handing it to Chuck, then handing the other one to Lance. He shoved the gun back into the man’s face. “I MEANT your cigarettes, moron!” he hissed.

The soldier then removed the pack of cigarettes from his side jacket and handed them to the redneck. Sawyer quickly pulled out one from the pack, and then pulled out his zippo from his jeans. He calmly lit one of them. Leaning his head back, he inhaled some smoke and slowly blew it out. “Mmmmmm.” He moaned.

“Sawyer?” Natasha said, confused he was enjoying a cigarette on the moment of their siege.

He opened his eyes and looked back to the soldier. “Thanks, bud.” He smiled.

Without hesitation, he smacked the man upside his forehead, dropping him like a stone. As he collapsed, Chuck and Jared ran to him beginning to drag him away. Sawyer then traded his pistol for the shotgun Natasha was holding. The brunette just shook her head. “You are a piece of work, Sawyer.” She smirked.

“Glad of you to notice, Chicago,” he winked, then turned to the three men, “Jared, run back and tell Sayid that the current sentries are down. We need to move soon before they notice anything.”

“Got it,” he grunted, as he ran off into the darkness.


Sayid waited for a while, checking his watch. The sun would be up in the next twenty minutes. Already the twilight had begun, lighting up the camp site. If they were going to take advantage of that, it would have to be soon. Then he heard a rustling in the bushes. He pointed his gun onto to see Jared crawling toward him. Sayid reached down and helped him over. The young man coughed and then said, “Sentries are down. If we move, we move now.”

Sayid shook his head in agreement. He then held up a thumbs up signal. Seth poked his head from about the crass. He returned the thumbs up sign. The young bookstore worker then took a breath and slowly stood up.



Jack grunted. He had fallen asleep temporarily. The best sleep he could get considering he had been standing all night. Locke did the same next to him as did Tony. John coughed, feeling his head wet from the morning dew. The soldiers walked by them, eating food out of ration bags. One soldier munched on what the food pack read as Grits, then looked up on the ridge. He then checked his watch. Jack noticed the man picking up his radio and squawking into it, “Barney, you read me?”

There was no reply over the radio.

“Barney, come back,” he coughed, “If your lazy ass ain’t on that ridge, where are you?”

No reply but static.

“Barney, I ain’t asking you again.” The soldier hissed.

“And I heard as it were,” the radio said, “The noise of thunder.”

The soldiers were attentive to the voice that wasn’t one of their own. The survivors nearby heard the voice too. Others even recognized it. “Am I hallucinating?” Marita coughed, “Or was that Sawyer?”

“It was him.” Kate whispered next to her.

“Who is this?” the soldier replied.

“And I heard as it were, the noise of thunder,” Sawyer repeated, “One of the four beasts sang, Come and see. And I saw and behold . . .a white horse.”

“What the hell?” asked Jack.

“This is your two minute warning,” Sawyer said over the radio, “Give up our people and we’ll let you walk out of here alive.”

The soldiers then started talking among themselves, wondering what the next step will be. Jack looked to Locke, who gave him a confused look. “It would seem Sawyer is out there with some kind of rescue attempt.” The bald man whispered.

“And he just told these guys they were coming,” Jack grunted, “If he is in charge of the rescue, then we might as well lay down and die now.”

“Jack, don’t give up yet.” He replied, “It can’t get any much worse.”

“How could it NOT get worse, Locke?” he grunted.

“Morning, people,” Seth walked by him.

“OH, JESUS!” Jack jumped, with the sudden appearance of the young man startled him.

“Seth?” Tony then said, “Seth, what are you doing here?”

“It’s obvious, doc,” the young bookstore worker put his hands behind his head, “I am surrendering.”

The soldiers then dropped what they were doing and immediately surrounded the young man. He just smiled with his hands behind his back. Kate was starting to panic; how could THAT be a plan for a rescue? “Morning, fellas,” Seth smiled, “I see you guys have guns. Would that also mean you have eggs? I would kill for some scrambled eggs about now.”

“SHUT UP!” one of the soldiers screamed at him. “How many of you are there?”

“Oh, roughly . . .sixty people.” He sighed.

Locke smile; he knew for a fact they didn’t have sixty people. They were using misdirection to help them. “Who was that on the radio?” asked the second soldier.

“That would be Sawyer,” he shook his head, “ Sorry about him disturbing you but it wasn’t apart of our plan to radio ahead. I think Sawyer is unable to hold his spew long enough. It’s a common problem among men in their early thirties or so I’ve been told. Hey, Jack, can you verify that for me?”

“Seth, you are crazy!” he scoffed, “You need to get them out of here before-“

As Seth hoped, Jack was causing enough of a ruckus for the soldiers to take their eyes off the young singer for a brief moment. He then started to pull his hands away from the back of his neck and with it, the ancient sword given to him by Brendon. By the time, Marita was about to scream, the heads of the soldiers in front of Seth were already off.

When she finished the scream, Seth was already cutting Jack’s bonds and proceeding to Locke’s.