Part 373: The Removal

Sawyer arrived at the motel area called Studio 6. It was a small run down place and hardly anybody was there. The redneck was feeling rush of adrenaline to what he needed to do. The fact that there was hardly anybody around made it even easier. He drove around the parking lot three times before finding the perfect spot. He calmly parked his charger and got out. He gently shifted his jacket around and leisurely placed the keys in his side pocket.

He calmly walked up the stairs and began to follow the signs leading toward room 212. Sawyer kicked a coke can across the way, letting in clank over and over again on the concrete catwalk. He stepped up to the door and banged it three times with his fist. Within a minute, the door cracked open and a withered old man peered out with a steak knife. Sawyer saw it and chuckled. “Didn’t have time to buy a gun, grandpa?” he asked.

“Shut up!” he hissed, “You from the fat man?”

“You mean, Jabba The Hut?” the redneck rubbed his stubble, “You betcha. I brought the dough. Come down stairs and get it.”

“You didn’t bring it up here?” he asked cautiously.

“NO, I didn’t!” he barked back, “You have any idea how many bags we had to use to fill all that money?”

Thomas paused for a second, then got out of his room and motioned to Sawyer to walk down in front of him. The redneck smirked about how easy this was going to be since all he had was a steak knife, which he probably stole from Joscelyn’s house. The southern man descended the stairs and calmly put on some driver’s gloves from his left side of his jacket. He continued to walk, wondering when Thomas was going to try and stab him. He then pulled out his keys and then walked over to his truck, unlocking it. “Stop!” the old man hissed.

Sawyer froze. He calmly and slowly turned his head to look at him; very pissed off. “What the hell is the problem now?” he asked.

“You must think I am stupid.” He threatened him with the knife, “You open the truck door, pull out a shotgun and cut me in half, right?”

“That’s a damn good idea,” Sawyer smiled, “I wish I thought of it.”

“Back away!” he motioned at him with the knife.

Sawyer popped open the trunk and then slowly backed away. Thomas kept his eyes on him and then opened the trunk. He gasped with delight at the sight of the five leather bags. He then put the knife down in the trunk and began to pull the bags out one at a time. The vile man never knew he played right into Sawyer’s hands. The redneck was hoping that he would get in front of him. He then calmly reached into his jacket from behind and removed McKay’s survival shovel from the harness in his back. By the time the old man was reaching for the final bag, Sawyer slammed the shovel’s blade over top of his head; making him drop like a stone.

Sawyer quickly kicked Thomas around to his belly and pulled up his shirt, exposing his lower spine. The redneck flipped the shovel in his hands, on it’s side. He then raised up and brought down the sharp point of the shovel into the old man’s spine. He cried out in pain briefly and then passed out. Sawyer grunted as he made two more swipes at his lower back, hearing a loud chunk hit the bone.

Sawyer then grabbed the bags and quickly threw them into the trunk, slamming it shut. He then ran toward the passenger’s side window; reached into the seat and grabbed a white towel, which he quickly wrapped the shovel in. Then he ran as fast as he could toward the closed restaurant that joined the parking lot of the Studio 6. He grabbed the payphone, shoved some coins in, and dialed 911; then dropped the receiver. Sawyer then ran back toward the Charger and jumped over the unconscious body of Thomas. He jumped into his vehicle and quickly sped away.


Sawyer drove as fast as he could without raising attention to himself. He took a right down a designated road and proceeded toward a subdivision. He calmly took a left and drove around the suburbs in the circle of their roads. As he drove past a very special house, he then threw the towel wrapped shovel out the window; letting it land in the front yard of the house perfectly. As the car sped away up the road, Sawyer’s friends sprang into action.

Taylor ran off of her porch and grabbed the towel wrapped shovel. She quickly began to unwrap the towel and as she did, she threw it up to the porch at the awaiting hands of Mandy. The woman then ran into the house and quickly proceeded to the back toward the laundry room. She threw the towel into the other whites awaiting her in the washer and then started it. She quickly poured two cups of bleach in as well.

Taylor continued to run toward the back where her husband was waiting for her in the shed. She held up the shovel as she ran. “Baby!” she called, “We got it!”

McKay quickly put on the black goggles, picked up his Arc Welder torch and ignited it. Taylor placed the shovel into the giant metal clamp and turned it shut. Her Australian husband then began to shove the white hot flame onto the metal and began to melt it down. “I’m gonna miss this shovel,” he chuckled.

“I’ll buy you a new one for Christmas.” Taylor giggled.

Taylor then ran back into the house through the back door. She then ran through the kitchen and then looked down the hallway. Mandy gave her a thumbs up that the towel was taken care of. The blonde then turned around and pointed toward Flower, who was sitting at the kitchen table. “You’re on.” She smirked.

Flower smiled as she picked up the phone and quickly started to dial a number.


Sawyer turned around corner and finally arrived at Shanna’s house. He purposely pulled in her drive way and then proceeded to park a little ways into her yard. As he got out, he ran up to her door and she was already there waiting for him. He quickly side stepped toward the lower part of the house and then turned on her water faucet which was connected to a hose which was connected to sprinkler. The water then immediately turned on and then due to the angle in which he parked, the water began to caress his hood. Shanna opened the door as he slowly stepped in. “It’s perfect, Sawyer,” she smiled, “That way it’ll explain to the cops why your engine was cool.”

“If it comes to that, Cherry,” Sawyer smiled, “ But let’s hope it doesn’t.”

Shanna smiled up at him and calmly placed her arms around his neck, kissing him. Sawyer smiled at her, already feeling aroused at her closeness. “So . .you really didn’t kill him?” she whispered.

“Nope. But I did make sure he won’t bother Joscelyn ever again.”

“But he’ll be able to identify you, Sawyer.” She said, worried.

“If I know the way cops think and I usually do, they’ll be less worried about him identifying me and more concerned with Joscelyn identifying him, when he winds up in the same hospital as she.”

“I’m kinda scared at you for planning all this out to the last detail,” her frown slowly became a smile, “And yet, it excites me too.”

Sawyer slowly let his forehead touch hers. “You don’t ever have to be afraid of me, Cherry,” he whispered, “I take care of my friends.”

“Yes. We are your friends,” Shanna was immensely proud to hear the one time loner refer to all of them as his friends.

“Now . . .shall we work on our alibi?” he grinned brightly.

“Follow me,” she grinned, taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom, “I’ll explain everything in here.”



Hurley sat by himself on a bench outside the hospital. The cool air caressed his nostrils as she breathed in and out. All he could think about was Joscelyn; how he wanted to protect her and hoped everything went according to plan. He calmly rubbed his cheeks, realizing he hadn’t shaved in two days. It almost felt like he was back on the Island. The more he thought of that statement, the more it seemed he was. They were back to fighting for survival; protecting their own. It was much more trickier than in the real world; they had to obey laws again and could not kill anybody. Hurley covered his eyes with his hand, feeling guilty that he did want Joscelyn’s father dead. He was a vile man, closer to the Devil than a human being. Hurley then looked skyward, sniffing. “Forgive me, father,” he whispered, “I know you and I don’t talk much. For that I am sorry. I just wanted you to know . . . . I was fully prepared to accept responsibility for what I wanted to happen to Mr. Moore. But I thank you for giving Sawyer the guidance to come up with something that didn’t involve killing. I promise if this works out, I’ll devote myself to Joscelyn and the building of our own family. She . . .she means so much to me. Please, Lord . . .don’t take her away from me.”

Hurley’s heart jumped when he heard his cell phone ringing. He calmly pulled it up and flipped it open. “Hello?” he asked.

“It’s done,” Flower whispered and then hung up.

Hurley took a deep breath and hung up the phone. The plan, if successful, was for Flower to call him and tell him everything was okay. In a few hours, Mr. Moore would be at the hospital and then the cops would have him. With any luck, Joscelyn would identify him and he’ll be arrested. Hurley was never sure about what Sawyer meant when he said “removal” but he was definitely sure, he’d find out soon. Hurley then stood up and looked skyward once again. “Thanks, dude,” he sniffed.

A bright light flickered in the northern sky briefly. Hurley smiled up at it, almost like a silent way of acknowledging that what he set in motion to protect Joscelyn was the right thing to do. What made him even more happy was where the light had come from.

It was Venus.