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Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Part 459: The Attack on Turboshaft

3:17 pm

Seth slowly woke up from his nap. He leaned over toward the nightstand to see what time it was. It was in the middle of the afternoon. He had to admit he enjoyed a life of a rock star. He partied most of the night, and during the day, he set up record deals and even worried about where his next music video would be filmed. The lead singer then looked around, seeing his wife Tanya on the nearby desk in the hotel suite. She was typing away on her lap top computer. “How is your MY Space profile coming?” he asked.

“I have to keep my fans happy.” She giggled.

Seth stood up and removed his shirt. He calmly walked over to the dresser and placed on a fresh one. The blonde woman stared at her husband with nothing but love in her eyes. Seth smirked as he combed his hair. “What’s that look all about?” he asked.

“Did you ever think you would have this life, rock star?” she asked.

“Actually, I didn’t,” he said, walking over to her, “But Fate let me to Charlie who had the connections. Now . . .Turboshaft is my dream made, reality.”

“You don’t know how happy that makes me.” Tanya said, standing up and hugging him.

“I know you’ve been patient with me, and I’ve loved every second spending this life with you.”

“I’ve been living vicariously through you, Sethie.” She giggled.

“I know that but I also know you weren’t prepared for this life. That’s why I wanted to make it up to you.”

Tanya slowly parted from him. Her soft blues eyes met his own with a slight look of concern. “Seth, what are you saying?” she inquired.

“Charlie, Dutch, Shanna, Karliegh and me have all been talking . . .we think we’ve reached a point in our career that Turboshaft is allowed a sabbatical.”

“Sabbatical?”

“Yeah, after we finished this tour, we’ve all agreed to take some time off to enjoy our personal lives.”

“Seth . .. are you serious?” Tanya said.

“We’ve got more than enough money to get by. Lords knows we could take five years off on just endorsement deals only. Heck, even Carrie Underwood is wanting to sing one of our songs and she’d have to pay us royalty fees.”

Tanya was nearly moved to tears with joy. She covered her mouth with her hands and stared up at her husband. “Five . .years?” she smiled, “Just . .just the three of us?”

“Just the three of us, baby.” He said, kissing her, “You’ve earned it.”

“Oh, I love you so much,” she said, holding onto his cheeks and kissing him.

Seth held onto Tanya as they stayed in the middle of the room. It was a life that he desired and he was so happy that Tanya went with them. Not to mention, they carried their son with them. Soon they would have the chance to enjoy the fruits of their labor. Their son, Brendon, will able to go to school and meet lots of friends. The older singer wasn’t ashamed to admit he had his charismatic attitude. And like the Asian Brendon to Seth, Little Brendon has practically adoptive Aaron as his older brother. “Where are the boys now?” he asked.

“While you were taking your nap, the others decided to go to that Putt-Putt across the street.” Tanya pointed.

“Mini-Golf! Sweet, let’s go join them.” Seth said.

Tanya just laughed as she sat down on the bed to put her shoes on. One of the many things she loved about her husband as that, even though on the outside he’s a grown and responsible man; on the inside, he was still just a kid. She then took his hand as she led them out of the room.


Once they got to the back entrance, Seth looked around and then stopped Georgie; one of their hired roadies. He wasn’t exactly a bodyguard but he was close enough. The tall black man waved to them as he stood near the bus. “Hey, Georgie!” Seth called, “Where are the boys?”

The black man pointed across the street. The Mini-Golf area had a tropical theme. There were large plastic versions of Giraffes, Lions, and Elephants. There was a small area on the corner of the entrance, where there was a typical hot dog stand. Charlie and Claire were over there with Aaron, while Brendon was hanging out with Karleigh and Shanna. Dutch laughed at the little kid joking that he was more of a stud than the lead guitarist. “Hot Dogs sounds pretty good right about now.” Seth commented as they got ready to walk across the street.

Tanya then laughed and pointed toward the Mini-Golf area. “Seth, look!” she laughed, “That Giraffe . . .looks pissed off.”

Seth smirked at the sight of it and it’s misshapen face. The leader singer just shook his head. “If there was one animal I’ve always wanted, it would be a pissed off giraffe.” He commented.

Their laughter was then interrupted by an SUV speeding toward them. Seth instinctly grabbed Tanya to move her out of the way. Georgie then got between them and the vehicle, wondering what was going on. Then another man hopped out of the passenger side. The blonde wife managed to have enough time to scream when she saw the assailant hoist out a shotgun from his overcoat. Georgie then grabbed Seth by the collar, forcing both of them back. The black man then did his best to get his gun out of his shoulder holster. However, the massive amount of buckshot slicing into his chest prevented such heroism. The big man flew up into the air by three feet, then landed on the asphalt parking lot with a loud, wet thud.

Charlie leaned up at the sound of gun fire noticing that Seth and Tanya were being fired on. By the time he stood up, poor Georgie was already dead. Then another man stood from the opposite side of the SUV, holding a strange shotgun type weapon. When he fired it toward them, it dropped a canister right on their table, spewing an awful gas. Charlie and Claire tried to get up but the fumes were knocking them out. Dutch tried to get up too but he found his eyes swelling up and his lungs burning. He had never been tear-gassed before but there was a first time for everything.

By the time the band was trying to get to their feet, two of the men had walked over with gas masks. One of the men gave Dutch a swift kick to his stomach, forcing him to take in more air and definitely more tear gas. The soldier then picked up the coughing from of Brendon. The other soldier then picked Aaron. “DADDY!” he tried to struggle.

“NO!” Charlie grunted as he made a move to grab the soldier.

However, the musician’s eyes were blurry and his nose was burning. He didn’t have the ability to make a decent fight. It allowed the soldier to ram his elbow into Charlie’s face. The guitarist grunted as blood shot out from his lower lip. The two soldiers then walked back to the SUV, while the other man fired on Seth. Once he left his rounds of his shotgun, he then opened fire with an UZI.

Seth and Tanya hid behind a parked truck. The bullet riddled into the side of the vehicle. The blonde woman was screaming in fear but the lead singer held onto her. One bullet ricocheted and took out the side window of their tour bus. Seth held up his arms, covering his wife best he could from the debris. Then the bullet barrage had stopped. Seth then looked back and saw his son, plus Aaron squirming in the arms of the men taking them. He saw his friend immobilized by the tear gas so he was the only one who had any chance of retrieving them. “They are taking Brendon and Aaron.” He whispered to his wife.

“WHAT?” she screamed in reply.

“Stay here.” He said, as he jumped up.

“SEETTTHHHH!!!” Tanya screamed.

The lead singer then darted across the parking lot. He quickly ran up to the body of his fallen bodyguard. He then grabbed the gun out of his shoulder holster and then ran after the SUV, as it was in the middle of turning around. The singer grunted as he felt his legs burning from the running up the street. However, the vehicle had his son and he wouldn’t let him go so easily.

Seth then made a wild jump and managed to grab the top rail of the back of the vehicle. He grunted as his force cracked open the back windshield. By the time he got his footing, he saw one of the men pointing the shotgun at him. Brendon screamed for his father to let go. The singer took his son’s advice and immediately jumped from the vehicle. The back windshield exploded in an array of glass and buckshot. Seth grunted as he landed hard on the asphalt road below; rolling with the momentum. The singer turned around just enough to see the black vehicle disappear over a side road. He didn’t even have enough time to get the license plate. “DAMN IT!!” he screamed.

Seth then stood up and began limping back down the side road between the Mini-Golf course and the hotel. He had a severe pain in his left thigh but he ignored it. He wondered what this was about. Who would have the resources for a tear-gas gun, not to mention be able to purchase an Uzi? It had been some years but even the way these men dressed seemed familiar to him. He was coming up with only one answer and he didn’t like it one bit.

By the time he walked back to the parking lot, Dutch had vomited. He finally grabbed a water bottled and doused his face with it; washing off the majority of the effects of the tear-gas but not all of it. Karliegh was trying to catch her breath. Shanna was holding onto Tanya who wouldn’t stop crying. Claire was in shock; but not devastated. Sadly, this wasn’t the first time Aaron was taken from her. Charlie was staring down at the body of Georgie, then crossed himself. “Let your eternal light shine down on him, O’Lord.” The musician whispered.

“They got both of them.” Seth whispered.

“Seth!” Tanya screamed, “WHY???”

“It’s a ransom demand.” Dutch coughed, “We need to call Hal and the cops.”

“It’s not a ransom demand.” The lead singer whispered, as a tear slid down his cheek, “No kidnappers would open fire . . on the people that was going to pay them off.”

“Seth, what are you saying?” Karleigh coughed.

“The Liberation.” Claire whispered, trying to keep from collapsing.

“NO BLOODY WAY!!” Charlie protested, “ This is a ransom attack nothing more. We need to call the cops right now!”

“Charlie, think of it. Who else we know could be this well equipped?” Seth mentioned.

Before Charlie could say anything else, his cell phone began to ring. As he hoisted it up from his holder on his belt, Seth’s cell phone began to ring. Then Dutch’s cell phone started to sing it’s ringtone. Shanna then heard Karliegh’s cell phone erupt to life, then her heard. Seth looked at all his friend, wondering why they would be getting a cell phone call all at the same time. The lead singer then answered his phone as did everybody. After a few sort seconds, they then all looked at their phones. Seth was the on who remembered something immediately. “A computer voice just said SIT, SIT, SIT on my phone.” Shanna whispered.

“SIT?” Dutch coughed, “Why . .why does that sound familiar?”

“Because a few years ago, you weren’t listening to Locke during thanksgiving dinner.” Seth said, dialing a number, “He mentioned he was going to create an automated message program that would call us all at once. Just in case we were all attacked at once or for some reason, needed to meet some where.”

“Seth, who . . .who are you calling?” Tanya tried to calm herself.

Seth stared into the air, as he listened. Then he winced at someone on the other end. It was an answering machine. “MIA, PICK UP THE PHONE!!” he bellowed.

Dutch stared at him, then immediately started dialing a number. Karleigh then started to dial another number, as did Shanna. Seth grunted as he looked back at his phone, hanging up the call. “I can’t get Mia.” He hissed.

“Hal is not answering either.” Dutch mentioned.

“Kellye? Kellye, pick up the phone please.” Karleigh said into the answering machine.

“Oh, no. Sawyer isn’t answering.”

“We’re not the only ones getting hit.” Charlie mentioned in fear of his friends in trouble.

“Get in Georgie’s truck,” the leader singer pointed, “Dutch, come with me.”

“Seth, what are we doing?” Shanna exclaimed.

“JUST GET IN THE TRUCK!!” he ordered as he and Dutch ran to the tour bus.

The two friends hopped on. Seth quickly worked his way toward the back while Dutch followed him. “Dutch, see that blue tarp taped to the roof?” Seth called back to him.

“Yeah?” he said, stopping below it.

“Tear it down.” The singer ordered.

Dutch then braced himself on two of the seat and reached up. He tried to grab for a loose piece of it but missed. When he grabbed it a second time, it ripped down and a manila envelope flopped to the floor board. The former surfer picked it up and looked it. It was a simple folder marked with SIT in black magic marker. Seth then ran back, holding the sword that his fallen friend had given him. “Open it.” Seth told him.

Dutch opened the envelope and looked at it. He checked the map and the directions, knowing where it was leading because he had surfed there many times; among other things. “It’s Vatigo Beach,” the guitarist said, “It’s Hurley’s beach house. Me and Karleigh spent a summer there, in 07.”

“Then that is where Locke wants us to meet up.” Seth said, motioning him forward.

“Will all our friends be there?”

“I hope so, Dutch,” the leader singer whispered, “I really hope so.”

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Part 458: The Attack on Mia

3: 11 pm

Mia was getting incredibly nervous. She didn’t know what to think. Maybe they eloped to Las Vegas, maybe they were just having fun. She really didn’t know but she would have assumed Kate would have called her to let her know what had happened. The Lakota girl rubbed her cheeks and finally gave in. She picked up the phone and dialed Kate’s cellphone. She waited three rings and then got her answering service. The young woman rubbed her eye and sighed. “Kate, if you get this message, call me back. I just wanted to be sure everything is okay with you and Jack.” Mia said, before hanging up the phone.

Mia stood up and laughed at herself gently. Sometimes it was easy to fall into the mother hen role. Often her friends would joke that it was the role she was born to play. They all took care of her because she made it a habit to worry about everybody. Mia then walked over to the drapes, pushing them aside. She could heard the school bus getting nearer to drop off her daughter. The Lakota then calmly walked over and exited the building. She gently pushed the glass screen door aside and then stepped out to the porch.

The bus stopped up the street as it always did. Mia smiled as Shelley bid farewell to her school friends. The Lakota was happy that Shelley was always more outgoing than she had been at a young age. All Mia could count as true friends was the Granny that raised her. All the other times, she was busy writing in her journals. It was fun to watch the circle of life come back around again.

Shelley looked both ways as she crossed the street. She then walked into the front lawn, waving to her mother. Mia waved back, laughing. She couldn’t wait to hear what she had done at school. However, her story would have to wait.

Three black SUVs then screeched to a stop right in front of their front lawn; causing a minor amount of smoke to flood from their tires. Shelley squeaked and looked at them. From the SUV closest two her; three men and one woman emerged. They quickly ran over and snatched up the young girl. “SHELLEY!!!” Mia screamed as jumped off the porch and ran toward her.

The other SUV drivers emerged and then immediately open fired on Mia. The Lakota yelled as a bullet slammed into her left arm, slinging her to the grass. “MOOMMYYY!!” Shelley screamed as she disappeared into the black vehicle.

Mia grunted and quickly got to her feet. She had to take cover otherwise, she was going to get shot again. She ran back up to the porch and dove inside as bullets riddled her front desk. She landed hard on the floor, grunting as the blood from her wound dripped on her carpet. She quickly crawled into the kitchen. As Mia struggled to get to her feet, she could hear another SUV screeching away. She yelled in frustration over the fact that they had her daughter. However, she had to remind herself, she needed to stay alive in order to get her daughter back.

Mia then grunted as she stood up. By the time she did, she heard someone run into the kitchen. In one fluid motioned, she grabbed the hatchet off the secured ring above the stove, turned and threw it at her attacker. The bladed weapon flew through the air with the grace of a hawk and landed right in the center of the soldier’s forehead. He jerked as the blood began to spew on the side walls. By the time he flopped to the ground, Mia quickly found a large butcher knife. She knew there was another one coming. She had less than ten seconds to defend herself. “Please, Granny,” she whispered, “Don’t let me miss.”

Mia turned around as the other soldier fired on her. The bullet struck her leg near the upper thigh, missing her main artery. The Lakota screamed as she threw the blade toward the person. It almost sung a tune as it soared through the air, striking the man in the chest. He gagged in pain, feeling the metal sink deep into his lung. Mia collapsed, unable to stand. She gritted her teeth as she began to crawl on her attacker. The soldier coughed as he pulled the blade out, causing even more blood to spew from his chest. Mia then grabbed the blade again and then plunged it into the man’s stomach. “WHERE IS SHE?” she screamed.

The soldier yelled in agony, trying to hold the blood from his lung. “Please . “ he coughed.

Mia pulled out the knife and stabbed him again. “WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?” she screamed in his face.

The soldier coughed as he fought for every last breath. Mia then pulled out the blade and held it over his heart. The soldier looked up at her eyes; the eyes of a woman turned savage. “Tell me where she is and I will ease your passing.” Mia hissed.

“Ha . . .Hanso Foundation . .down . .town.” the soldier coughed.

Mia then quickly got on her knees and reached over to the hatchet planted in the other man’s face. She then ribbed it out, grabbing the other man by the neck. She then held up the hatchet, getting ready to plunge it into the man’s face. The soldier screamed as the rammed the blade down. Mia took a deep breath and removed the hatchet after she killed the man. She struggled to get to her feet but her body was growing cold by the second. However, noting short of death would stop her now. The Lakota got to her feet and limped out of the house. She nearly fell down the stairs but she caught herself. She looked up the street to the direction where the SUVs went. She began to walk across her front lawn toward that direction, holding her wound.

Blood trickled down her arm as she made her way to the street. Her blood slowly poured out the wound in her leg but she kept walking. Mia’s heart was filled with hate; hate for Kamiyama, as she was most certain he was responsive. Hate for the people who took her daughter. Hate for the men who just shot her. She begged her Granny for forgiveness to the hate in her soul but she couldn’t help it. “That’s all right, Sunshine,” she could almost hear her grandmother whisper in her ear, “These vile men have forgotten the most fundamental rule of nature.”

“What’s that?” she grunted, as she continued to walk.

“A Lioness is most dangerous . . .when her cub is threatened.”

Mia winced under the pain but like always, her Granny could make her smile in the worst situations. “Amen.” She managed to whisper.

“Retrieve your daughter and make those men suffer for what they have done to you and your family,” Granny whispered in her head, “God be with you, Child.”

Mia continued walking, despite the massive amount of pain she was in. Her hair was over her face but she could still see enough to keep moving. She held onto her arm, feeling the warm blood escape her fingers. Then up ahead, she heard a screeching car. Mia then blinked when no car came. The Lakota then paused as her wounds were possibly messing up her hearing. She then realized the screeching car was not in front of her but behind her. “MIA!!!” John screamed as he brought his truck to a stop.

“John . .” she moaned as she turned around. Her husband quickly closed the distance between them.

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the passenger side. “Oh, God, Oh, God,” he repeated over and over, “Hang on, Mia. I’ll get you to a hospital.”

“No!” she grunted as he put her in the seat.

“Mia, what? Don’t . . .don’t crazy, baby! You’re freaking shot!” the archer said, hysterically.

“John, they got . . .THEY GOT SHELLEY!” she yelled.

The gym teacher froze his tracks. Seeing his poor wife bleeding to death was hard enough but after what she just told him; he felt like his brain was about to explode. “Who . .who’s got Shelley?” he asked.

“Group of men . . one came by after you left . . .I knew he was up to something . . .John, one of the soldier’s mentioned . . .The Hanso Foundation.”

“Hanso? That’s . .the company that funded the Dharma Initiative.” He said, putting it all together.

“If you take me . . .to a hospital . . . .the cops will come and . . .they will delay us . . .if we have any chance to get Shelley back, it has to be . . .NOW!”

“But, but, but, Mia . . You’re SHOT!” he reminded her.

“Get me to . . Jack . . or Tony . . they can . .patch me up.”

John felt like he didn’t have time to argue. He had no reason to doubt his wife’s deductions to the situation. He quickly buckled her in and ran around the side of his truck. He quickly jumped into the driver’s seat and pulled the truck in drive. He started to screech down the street and cut a turn toward the right. Then all of a sudden, his cell phone started to ring. Before he could get it, Mia reached over and grabbed it with her good hand. She pressed the receive button and placed it to her ear. “Kate, is that you?” she asked.

“SIT, SIT, SIT.” A computerized voice echoed and then hung up the phone.

“Oh, my god, . . “ Mia whispered.

“Mia, what was that?” John said, looking at the road and looking at her too.

“It was a computerized voice that said SIT three times.” She said, leaning up to the glove compartment, “ It’s . . .Locke’s special code for Survivors In Trouble.”

“Survivors in . .. “ John’s eyes began to widen, “Does that mean . . .we’re ALL getting attacked?”

“It has to be.” The Lakota grunted as he pulled out an envelope marked SIT in magic marker, “ Locke created the program in case something very bad happened to all of us. I haven’t been able to get Kate all morning.”

“She never came back?” the archer gasped.

“No. We have to assume . . . .they got her and Jack. John . . .open this . .”

John pulled the truck to an abrupt stop at the side of the street. He quickly ripped open the sealed envelope. He looked at the contents, blinking. “What is it . ..John?” Mia said, trying to hold her eyes open.

“It’s a map with directions,” he looked them over, “To . . Vatigo Beach, just south of Los Angeles.”

“Hurley’s Beach house.” Mia whispered.

“What?” the archer looked at her.

“Locke . . .wanted to make sure . . .we had a safe house . . .Hurley purchased it . . .stocked it full of supplies . . . We need to go there . .John, the . . .others will be waiting.”

“Mia, that’s crazy!” John stammered, “If we are all getting hit, then there is no way we’ll know who there. I got to get you to Tony to help you!”

“He’ll . . .be there.”

“HOW? How do you know that?” he said, nearly on the verge of breaking down.

Mia smiled. She reached up and stroked her husband’s cheek; leaving a small smudge of blood on him. “Because . . .I have faith, John.” She smiled.

John took his wife’s hand and held it closer. She always had her faith and sometimes, it was so powerful it was enough for her whole family. If she had faith that Tony would be waiting for them, then he would believe it too. He held onto her hand as he got back into the traffic and then proceeded onto the highway toward Vatigo Beach. Mia closed her eyes again, leaning her head back. “DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, MIA!” John screamed, trying to force her to stay awake.

“Kamiyama.” She whispered.

“What?” the archer stammered, “Who . .who is that again?”

“Recruiter for a private school . . .but he probably works for Dharma.” She coughed, “He’s probably responsible for telling them . . .about us.”

Mia’s eyes then went wide open. John looked at her and could see the fires in her eyes. “I’m not going to die, John,” she said, squeezing his hand, “I have to live long enough . . . . . .to kill that man.”

Part 458: The Attack on Mia

3: 11 pm

Mia was getting incredibly nervous. She didn’t know what to think. Maybe they eloped to Las Vegas, maybe they were just having fun. She really didn’t know but she would have assumed Kate would have called her to let her know what had happened. The Lakota girl rubbed her cheeks and finally gave in. She picked up the phone and dialed Kate’s cellphone. She waited three rings and then got her answering service. The young woman rubbed her eye and sighed. “Kate, if you get this message, call me back. I just wanted to be sure everything is okay with you and Jack.” Mia said, before hanging up the phone.

Mia stood up and laughed at herself gently. Sometimes it was easy to fall into the mother hen role. Often her friends would joke that it was the role she was born to play. They all took care of her because she made it a habit to worry about everybody. Mia then walked over to the drapes, pushing them aside. She could heard the school bus getting nearer to drop off her daughter. The Lakota then calmly walked over and exited the building. She gently pushed the glass screen door aside and then stepped out to the porch.

The bus stopped up the street as it always did. Mia smiled as Shelley bid farewell to her school friends. The Lakota was happy that Shelley was always more outgoing than she had been at a young age. All Mia could count as true friends was the Granny that raised her. All the other times, she was busy writing in her journals. It was fun to watch the circle of life come back around again.

Shelley looked both ways as she crossed the street. She then walked into the front lawn, waving to her mother. Mia waved back, laughing. She couldn’t wait to hear what she had done at school. However, her story would have to wait.

Three black SUVs then screeched to a stop right in front of their front lawn; causing a minor amount of smoke to flood from their tires. Shelley squeaked and looked at them. From the SUV closest two her; three men and one woman emerged. They quickly ran over and snatched up the young girl. “SHELLEY!!!” Mia screamed as jumped off the porch and ran toward her.

The other SUV drivers emerged and then immediately open fired on Mia. The Lakota yelled as a bullet slammed into her left arm, slinging her to the grass. “MOOMMYYY!!” Shelley screamed as she disappeared into the black vehicle.

Mia grunted and quickly got to her feet. She had to take cover otherwise, she was going to get shot again. She ran back up to the porch and dove inside as bullets riddled her front desk. She landed hard on the floor, grunting as the blood from her wound dripped on her carpet. She quickly crawled into the kitchen. As Mia struggled to get to her feet, she could hear another SUV screeching away. She yelled in frustration over the fact that they had her daughter. However, she had to remind herself, she needed to stay alive in order to get her daughter back.

Mia then grunted as she stood up. By the time she did, she heard someone run into the kitchen. In one fluid motioned, she grabbed the hatchet off the secured ring above the stove, turned and threw it at her attacker. The bladed weapon flew through the air with the grace of a hawk and landed right in the center of the soldier’s forehead. He jerked as the blood began to spew on the side walls. By the time he flopped to the ground, Mia quickly found a large butcher knife. She knew there was another one coming. She had less than ten seconds to defend herself. “Please, Granny,” she whispered, “Don’t let me miss.”

Mia turned around as the other soldier fired on her. The bullet struck her leg near the upper thigh, missing her main artery. The Lakota screamed as she threw the blade toward the person. It almost sung a tune as it soared through the air, striking the man in the chest. He gagged in pain, feeling the metal sink deep into his lung. Mia collapsed, unable to stand. She gritted her teeth as she began to crawl on her attacker. The soldier coughed as he pulled the blade out, causing even more blood to spew from his chest. Mia then grabbed the blade again and then plunged it into the man’s stomach. “WHERE IS SHE?” she screamed.

The soldier yelled in agony, trying to hold the blood from his lung. “Please . “ he coughed.

Mia pulled out the knife and stabbed him again. “WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?” she screamed in his face.

The soldier coughed as he fought for every last breath. Mia then pulled out the blade and held it over his heart. The soldier looked up at her eyes; the eyes of a woman turned savage. “Tell me where she is and I will ease your passing.” Mia hissed.

“Ha . . .Hanso Foundation . .down . .town.” the soldier coughed.

Mia then quickly got on her knees and reached over to the hatchet planted in the other man’s face. She then ribbed it out, grabbing the other man by the neck. She then held up the hatchet, getting ready to plunge it into the man’s face. The soldier screamed as the rammed the blade down. Mia took a deep breath and removed the hatchet after she killed the man. She struggled to get to her feet but her body was growing cold by the second. However, noting short of death would stop her now. The Lakota got to her feet and limped out of the house. She nearly fell down the stairs but she caught herself. She looked up the street to the direction where the SUVs went. She began to walk across her front lawn toward that direction, holding her wound.

Blood trickled down her arm as she made her way to the street. Her blood slowly poured out the wound in her leg but she kept walking. Mia’s heart was filled with hate; hate for Kamiyama, as she was most certain he was responsive. Hate for the people who took her daughter. Hate for the men who just shot her. She begged her Granny for forgiveness to the hate in her soul but she couldn’t help it. “That’s all right, Sunshine,” she could almost hear her grandmother whisper in her ear, “These vile men have forgotten the most fundamental rule of nature.”

“What’s that?” she grunted, as she continued to walk.

“A Lioness is most dangerous . . .when her cub is threatened.”

Mia winced under the pain but like always, her Granny could make her smile in the worst situations. “Amen.” She managed to whisper.

“Retrieve your daughter and make those men suffer for what they have done to you and your family,” Granny whispered in her head, “God be with you, Child.”

Mia continued walking, despite the massive amount of pain she was in. Her hair was over her face but she could still see enough to keep moving. She held onto her arm, feeling the warm blood escape her fingers. Then up ahead, she heard a screeching car. Mia then blinked when no car came. The Lakota then paused as her wounds were possibly messing up her hearing. She then realized the screeching car was not in front of her but behind her. “MIA!!!” John screamed as he brought his truck to a stop.

“John . .” she moaned as she turned around. Her husband quickly closed the distance between them.

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the passenger side. “Oh, God, Oh, God,” he repeated over and over, “Hang on, Mia. I’ll get you to a hospital.”

“No!” she grunted as he put her in the seat.

“Mia, what? Don’t . . .don’t crazy, baby! You’re freaking shot!” the archer said, hysterically.

“John, they got . . .THEY GOT SHELLEY!” she yelled.

The gym teacher froze his tracks. Seeing his poor wife bleeding to death was hard enough but after what she just told him; he felt like his brain was about to explode. “Who . .who’s got Shelley?” he asked.

“Group of men . . one came by after you left . . .I knew he was up to something . . .John, one of the soldier’s mentioned . . .The Hanso Foundation.”

“Hanso? That’s . .the company that funded the Dharma Initiative.” He said, putting it all together.

“If you take me . . .to a hospital . . . .the cops will come and . . .they will delay us . . .if we have any chance to get Shelley back, it has to be . . .NOW!”

“But, but, but, Mia . . You’re SHOT!” he reminded her.

“Get me to . . Jack . . or Tony . . they can . .patch me up.”

John felt like he didn’t have time to argue. He had no reason to doubt his wife’s deductions to the situation. He quickly buckled her in and ran around the side of his truck. He quickly jumped into the driver’s seat and pulled the truck in drive. He started to screech down the street and cut a turn toward the right. Then all of a sudden, his cell phone started to ring. Before he could get it, Mia reached over and grabbed it with her good hand. She pressed the receive button and placed it to her ear. “Kate, is that you?” she asked.

“SIT, SIT, SIT.” A computerized voice echoed and then hung up the phone.

“Oh, my god, . . “ Mia whispered.

“Mia, what was that?” John said, looking at the road and looking at her too.

“It was a computerized voice that said SIT three times.” She said, leaning up to the glove compartment, “ It’s . . .Locke’s special code for Survivors In Trouble.”

“Survivors in . .. “ John’s eyes began to widen, “Does that mean . . .we’re ALL getting attacked?”

“It has to be.” The Lakota grunted as he pulled out an envelope marked SIT in magic marker, “ Locke created the program in case something very bad happened to all of us. I haven’t been able to get Kate all morning.”

“She never came back?” the archer gasped.

“No. We have to assume . . . .they got her and Jack. John . . .open this . .”

John pulled the truck to an abrupt stop at the side of the street. He quickly ripped open the sealed envelope. He looked at the contents, blinking. “What is it . ..John?” Mia said, trying to hold her eyes open.

“It’s a map with directions,” he looked them over, “To . . Vatigo Beach, just south of Los Angeles.”

“Hurley’s Beach house.” Mia whispered.

“What?” the archer looked at her.

“Locke . . .wanted to make sure . . .we had a safe house . . .Hurley purchased it . . .stocked it full of supplies . . . We need to go there . .John, the . . .others will be waiting.”

“Mia, that’s crazy!” John stammered, “If we are all getting hit, then there is no way we’ll know who there. I got to get you to Tony to help you!”

“He’ll . . .be there.”

“HOW? How do you know that?” he said, nearly on the verge of breaking down.

Mia smiled. She reached up and stroked her husband’s cheek; leaving a small smudge of blood on him. “Because . . .I have faith, John.” She smiled.

John took his wife’s hand and held it closer. She always had her faith and sometimes, it was so powerful it was enough for her whole family. If she had faith that Tony would be waiting for them, then he would believe it too. He held onto her hand as he got back into the traffic and then proceeded onto the highway toward Vatigo Beach. Mia closed her eyes again, leaning her head back. “DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, MIA!” John screamed, trying to force her to stay awake.

“Kamiyama.” She whispered.

“What?” the archer stammered, “Who . .who is that again?”

“Recruiter for a private school . . .but he probably works for Dharma.” She coughed, “He’s probably responsible for telling them . . .about us.”

Mia’s eyes then went wide open. John looked at her and could see the fires in her eyes. “I’m not going to die, John,” she said, squeezing his hand, “I have to live long enough . . . . . .to kill that man.”

Monday, November 27, 2006

Part 457: The Assault at The Largos

3:11 pm

Tony continued his labor in the backyard. He and Marita purchased this home in the suburbs three weeks ago. He admitted it wasn’t all that great from the beginning but Marita said it was in the perfect neighborhood and fixing it up would give it character. The one-eyed doctor laughed to himself about how his wife could pretty much convince him to do anything. So their two story home had become their “fixer-upper” and they had begun it’s reinivations. Tony had spent the weekend working on the rotten stump that was in the backyard; hacking it away a piece at a time. It kept his mind off of things.

The doctor was worried about the young man he had come to view as a son. Eddie had arrived three days ago in the late of the night, claiming he met someone as the reincarnation of Ethan Rom. Tony yelled at him, telling him he needed to let the Island go. It was a hard time for all of them; Eddie most of all. He admitted he was a little harsh on Eddie, and had no heard from him all weekend. He figured he’d give him space as he needed to find his “proof”. The tired doctor half hoped Eddie would find something and half hoped he wouldn’t. Tony really wanted to put the past behind them.

Then a noise caught his attention. He heard something break, like a plate from within his house. Even though he had one good eye, his razor sharp senses he kept from Watchman were still with him. He looked into the house and noticed a shadowy shape move past the window. He couldn’t tell if it was Marita or not. The doctor decided to take a break and check on his wife. He was sure it was nothing but sometimes, past paranoia stays with a person. He continued toward the house; leaving his shirt behind but carried the axe for no particular reason.

He stepped up to the back porch and slowly slid the sliding glass door to the left. “Marita?” he called.

Tony wasn’t sure but he heard a muffled sound. It sounded like someone trying to talk but not allowed too. The doctor held the axe in his hand loosely as he walked into the kitchen. On the floor was indeed a broken plate. He then looked into the living room wondering why the lights were off. He then maneuvered into the hallway and walked toward the living room. The doctor then gasped at the sight of four armed intruders holding Marita hostage. Tony wasn’t sure what could be done, all he had was an axe. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” he screamed as he took a step closer.

The woman in the shadows then calmly unhosited a pistol and placed it against Marita’s temple. “Put the axe down, doctor,” she whispered, “Or your wife dies.”

Tony looked at the woman, who he couldn’t tell because of the darkness. Tony looked at Marita who was scared out of her mind. Her eyes flashed that he shouldn’t give up but however, Tony didn’t see any where out of the present situation. He then flopped the axe down on the carpet. Two of the men then rushed over and grabbed his arms; forcing him down on his knees. Tony grunted as he landed on his knees, then Marita was forced onto her knees as well. The woman then holstered her pistol and walked out of the darkness. She was a woman that had an exotic beauty about her; possibly mixed German or Russian heritage. “Hello, Dr. Largo,” she smiled, “I’ve so wanted to meet you.”

“Who are you?” Tony demanded.

“My name is Leann. In case you haven’t figured it out, I work for the Liberation.”

“Oh, my God.” Marita whispered.

“How did you find us?” the doctor asked.

“It wasn’t easy. The Liberation exchanges information very slowly, makes certain . . .governments hard to find us. The ironic part is we didn’t find you first; Dharma did and we found Dharma shortly thereafter.”

“D . .Dharma?” Tony gulped, “Oh, God . . .Eddie . . .”

“You can worry about your protégé later,” Lean said, kneeling down slightly, “I have one question to ask you.”

“What have you done to Eddie?”

Leann then leaned up and slammed her boot into Tony’s face. He grunted and rolled with the blood; a small trickle of blood escaping his lower lip. Marita cried a bit, seeing her husband in pain. Leann grabbed his hair and forced him to look at her. “I’m asking the question here, you son of a bitch,” she hissed, “Now . . .did you or did you not kill Henry Belmont?”

Tony blinked with his good eye. He remembered the second in command of the Liberation group that was on the Island. He was there when the Polliwog ribbed him to pieces. Tony took a deep breath and wondered if she would believe the actual truth. “No, I didn’t kill him.” He whispered.

Leann then pulled out a small blade and gently let it glide on Tony’s cheek. It slowly worked it’s way toward his good eye. “PLEASE, DON’T!” Marita screamed, fearing the woman was going to make Tony blind again.

Leann briefly looked toward the Latina then back to the one-eyed doctor. “Liar, liar, your pants on fire.” She smiled, with an almost evil glee,” According to my reports you were the last person to be with him before he was . . .ripped into small chunks, so I asked again, did you or did you not kill Belmont?”

“What is this about?” Tony demanded, “I mean . . .what the hell was Belmont to you?”

Leann stared at him, a slow tear forming in her right eye. She then put the blade down and removed the glove on her left hand. She then calmly held up her fingers in front of Tony. The doctor paused and then raised his eyebrows at the sight of the golden wedding band on her finger. “Henry . . .was everything to me.” She whispered through gritted teeth.

“You’re . . .you’re his wife?” Tony gasped.

“Widow, actually,” she said, putting her glove back on.

“Leann . . listen to me . . .I didn’t kill Belmont, the Polliwog did.”

“The Polliwog?” she said with a slight glance of skepticism.

“Actually, it’s given name was Monstro . . but we called the Polliwog and it . . .well, it never liked the Liberation to begin with. It attacked Belmont and did that to him.”

“Why?”

“What?” he jerked, “What do you mean, why? I don’t know.”

“No, you do.” She hissed, “I read people well, Dr. Largo. Now why did the Polliwog attack my husband?”

“I . .I don’t know what to tell you!” he gasped.

Leann then walked over to Marita and grabbed her by the hair. She then shoved the knife tip closer to her eye, making a small mark in her cheek. The pregnant woman cried, at the fear. “TELL ME, LARGO!!!” Leann demanded, “Or I’ll make sure you and your wife have something in common.”

Tony looked at the woman and felt helpless. It wasn’t a feeling that he enjoyed but he could take any pain given to him. He couldn’t bear the though of her stabbing Marita in the eye. He took a deep breath as a tear fell down from his good eye. “It was defending me.” He whispered.

Leann let go of Marita and walked back to Tony. The woman holstered her blade and stared down on him with a smile. “I found Pristine’s tape recorder journal,” she whispered, “She mentioned that your electromagnetic signature was unique; That this . . .monster . .was attracted to it. Whatever. I don’t understand it but I do know this . . .you are responsible for my husband’s death and that’s all I care about.”

“Please . . .” Tony whispered, “Do whatever you want to me but leave my wife alone.”

“On the contrary, doctor,” she said, grabbing his face, “You’ve made me suffer as a wife and now I’ll make your wife suffer as well.”

Tony struggled to break her grasp but the other two men were stronger. Leann stared into his eye with pure hatred. “I thought of many ways of hurting you on the way over here.” She whispered through her gritted teeth, “I thought I would take out your other eye after I killed your wife.”

Tony grunted, forcing the two men to hold him down even tighter.

“However, I came up with the appropriate solution. I will kill you and before you die, I wanted you to go to Hell with the knowledge that I’m going to sell your wife into the slave trade in South America.”

“I’LL KILL YOU, WHORE!!” Tony tried to get at her.

Leann backed off as the men held onto him. Marita was crying heavily, not sure if they could get out of this dilemma. Before anything else could happen, a cell phone began to ring. The woman in charge pulled out her small device and answered it. “What is it, Linus?” she asked.

Tony stared at her. Who was Linus?

“Yes, I am with that person right now.” Leann whispered, “I see . . .yes, that’s fine . . .No, I’m sure we can handle it . . Yes, very well. I’m on my way in 4 minutes.”

Leann closed the phone. She stared at Tony one last time. She then calmly walked over and spit in his face. The doctor grunted, as the spittal slid down his cheek. “Change of plans, boys.” She smiled, “The others are not appearing to be so kind to die as they should. I’m going to go check it out. So . ..take him down to the garage and kill him. Violently. Make sure she can hear it.”

“NO!” Marita screamed.

Tony then grunted as the men started to pull him away. Marita stared at her husband as they started to pull him away and take him down to the basement workshop. Leann then walked over and grabbed the Latina by the face. She stared up at the evil woman with tears flowing out of her eyes. “You’re going to make a southern American drug lord a happy man.” The dark haired woman whispered.

Leann then threw her face to the side. “When they are done, bring her along,” she said, walking out of the house, “I’ll be at Hanso.”

“Yes, mistress.” The soldier replied.

Marita started to hyperventilate. She couldn’t see Tony any more but he was struggling. She could hear him. She closed her eyes and prayed to God that they would get a miracle to get out of this problem.


Tony fought with all his strength that he could. He had been working all morning to remove the rotten tree stump in the back so he was exhausted. One of the soldiers then slammed his fist into the doctor’s kidney. The pain made him collapse onto all fours. The other soldier then slammed his boot into his side. Tony grunted, wishing he had the strength to beat them. But he was just in plain clothes and his gun was all the way up stairs. One the soldiers then laughed as he picked up a nearby chainsaw. Tony heard him trying to start it, as Leann had ordered him to die violently.

The one eyed doctor then took the opportunity to slam his foot into the soldier’s privates. As he collapsed, Tony grabbed a loose monkey wrench and slammed it into his head; making blood spray like a water balloon. The other soldier then grabbed Tony from around his arms, trying to bring him back. The doctor screamed and grunted; refusing to die at their hands. He the soldier then flung him around toward the workshop desk. This allowed Tony to grab the chain saw himself.


Upstairs Marita could feel her heart beating out of her chest. She was half-worried that all the excitement would cause her to have a miscarriage. The other half was obviously worried about her husband. Then she heard the sound of a chain saw and lots of screaming. The other soldier turned toward the door and laughed. The Latina then felt her vision go blurry and her brain turn cold. Marita then collapsed onto the carpet, fainted away. The soldier then looked down at the passed out woman and began to think vulgar thoughts.

He then placed his rifle on the side and began to unbuckle his pants. He paused when heard the lower rumbled of a chain saw behind him. “Hey, Marko, I hope that wasn’t too messy down there,” the soldier laughed, pulling down his pants, “Do you need a change of clothes?”

“No, he doesn’t.” Tony whispered.

“OH, CRAP!” the soldier screamed as he turned to find the bloody doctor hovering in darkness.


The next thing he saw was the chainsaw blade slammed down on his face.



Marita slowly opened her eyes. She was in the passenger side of her SUV vehicle; the window was down, blowing on her face. She slowly massaged her head, feeling like a bad migraine was coming on. Then the hand of her husband appeared before her with a bottled of Advil. “The blood left your head,” he told her, “it’s a typical side effect of fainting, to get light headed and a headache.”

“TONY!” she screamed as she embraced him, crying.

“It’s okay, Marita. It’s okay. You’re safe now.” He whispered as he held onto her with one hand and the steering wheel with the other.

“But . .but those men . . I heard a chainsaw . .”

“That was me.” He sighed.

“You?” she then parted back from him, noticing his change of clothes and the slight smudges of red on his face and arms.

“Sorry, Rita.” He winced, “I didn’t have a chance to choose a better weapon.”

“No, it’s . . .never mind. I’m just thrilled you are alive,” she said, scoffing down three Advil, “I don’t care how you killed those men, just that you killed them. They had no right to come back into our lives, Tony!”

“You don’t need to tell me that, baby,” he said, as he cut a corner, “But apparently, the situation is much worse.”

“What? What do you mean?” she asked.

Tony held up her cell phone. “While you were past out and I was . . .getting the blood off of me, we got a call,” he whispered, “It was an automated message that just said the word SIT three times.”

“SIT?” Marita then gasped, “That’s . . .that’s Locke’s program he mentioned!”

“Yeah, which means . . .this isn’t just happening to us.”

Marita then paused as they cut a quick corner, making another car blow it’s horn at them. The Latina then recognized the trees and houses of the suburbs they were in; she had visited many times as Eddie was growing up. “Eddie’s house?” she asked, “Is he okay?”

“I don’t know.” Tony said, turning a corner, “I’ve been calling him for the past 14 minutes but no answer . . “

Tony and Marita finally arrived at the Trascal home. They first noticed that Turk was no in the drive way but more black SUV’s were. Those were the same vehicles the Liberation came to at their home. The Latina then grabbed her husband by the arm and then pointed to the main window of the house. They could see shadowy figures fighting a solo figure in the house. The doctor quickly grabbed his pistol and darted out of his car. “TONY!” she screamed, “BE CAREFUL!!”

Tony didn’t have time to reply. He quickly ran through the front yard toward the front door. When he reached it, he kicked it open with his foot; surprising the three men in there. He then opened fire on all of them, sending two down on at a time. He quickly turned to the third man as he was trying to stab someone through the neck. Tony didn’t hesitate as he put a bullet into the back of his head. The Liberator’s forehead exploded in a wet gush over the side wall as he collapse. “HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!” someone screamed.

Tony blinked with his good eye. He quickly noticed the voice was NOT Eddie’s. As he looked to the poor boy scrambling out from under the body, he immediately saw it was his adoptive son’s best friend. “Tristan?” Tony whispered.

The young Asian boy quickly wiped the blood out of his eyes and looked up. “Dr. Largo, what . ..the HELL . . . . is going on?” he stammered.

“Where is Eddie?” Tony asked.

“I don’t know! I hadn’t heard from him and I’ve been calling him all weekend. When I drove by to see why he missed school . . .these guys were here and they . . .THEY FREAKING TRIED TO KILL ME!!!”

“Wait, wait, Tristan . . You’ve been calling Eddie . . .all weekend?”

The Japanese boy wiped his eyes finally clear. “Yeah. Do you know where he is?” he asked.

Tony grunted in frustration. “Damn it. They have him.” He whispered.

“Who has him?” Tristan asked, still freaking out.

“Tristan, come with me,” the doctor grabbed him by the arm, “I’ll explain everything later.”

“But . . .but . .shouldn’t we wait for the cops?”

“I’m sorry, son but the cops can’t protect us. Not from them.”

“WHO IS THEM???”

“Where’s Eddie?” Marita called to them as they ran to her.

“They have him. Dharma.” Tony said, shoving Tristan in the back.

“Tony, what do we do?” the Latina said, sitting down in her passenger seat.

“We do just what Locke said. We regroup.”

Tony reached over into the glove compartment and pulled out a white envelope marked SIT. He quickly tore it open and looked it. It’s contents was an instructional direction list, plus a map leading to the famous beach house he’d heard about.

“Vatigo Beach,” Tony said, putting it into drive, “Hopefully all our friends will be there.”

“And if they are not?” Marita asked.

“Then there will be hell to pay.” The doctor whispered.

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Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Part 456: The Assault Part 1

3:11 pm

Flower was enjoying her new car. Hurley had bought it for her for Christmas last year. Everybody was so proud of her for learning how to drive. The former lost girl had grown up to be a responsible woman. She had taken her duties as babysitter very seriously. It was her job to pick up Bridgett from the daycare and get her home. However, today she had a special guest with her.

Alexander sat in the passenger seat, gripping tightly onto the door handle. He took deep breathes every two minutes. Bridgett sat in the back laughing at her step-father’s uneasy behavior. Flower patted him in the leg. “Be easy, Alexander.” She giggled.

“Could you please keep both hands on the steering wheel, please?” the blonde man winced.

“You are such a fraidy cat.” Flower laughed.

“Alexander is a fraidy cat.” Bridgett repeated.

“Oh, great, now the next thing I’ll hear is Mandy calling me a-“

Alexander was interrupted by a black SUV ramming them in the side. The family jerked as the glass exploded around them. They slide into on coming traffic, being rammed by a semi-truck. Their vehicle buckled under the weight of the huge truck, getting rammed under it’s bumper. The rig slowed to a stop, amid the glass and broken car parts.

Flower leaned back from her air bag, coughing. Her neck hurt royally as she fought to remove her seat belt. She looked over toward Alexander. He was gritting his teeth in pain. He then ripped up the air bag, making the powder explode all over him. “Brother?” the brunette whispered.

“Flower . .are you . . are you all right?” he grunted, as he braced himself against the dashboard.

“Alexander . .what’s . . what’s wrong?” she said, rubbing her neck.

The young blonde man grunted as he tried to push on the dashboard. Flower then saw what was happening; her brother was pinned under the wreckage. He was trying to push his way out, but wasn’t having any luck. Flower then looked at the rearview mirror to check on Bridgett. The young girl was knocked out; from the wreck. Flower needed to get her out of the truck and await for help.

Then two men came over and then opened the back doors. The former lost girl blinked when these men reached over and unhooked Bridgett from her car seat. The black clothed man then picked up the young girl, and hoisted her up into his arms, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. “Please, help us.” Flower whispered.

The two men said nothing. They continued to walk away. The brunette then looked back in shock, seeing the vehicle they were walking toward. It was a massively dented vehicle. “They hit us.” She whispered.

“What?” Alexander grunted, “Who . .where is Bridgett?”

“They are taking her!” Flower said, as she got out of the car.

“WHAT?” the blonde man screamed, “FLOWER!! WAIT!”

Flower then ran up the asphalt road toward the two men. She continued running, and screaming for the name of her adopted niece. One of the men saw her, then pulled out a pistol from behind his coat. Flower saw it and stopped running. Before she had the chance to call to her adoptive brother, the man opened fire on her. Alexander turned his head just in time to see his poor sister get riddled with bullets. “FLOWWEERRR!!!” he screamed.

The brunette collapsed onto the road as other civilians ran away from the gun fire. Alexander felt his heart skip a beat. These men rammed their vehicle for the sole purpose of taking Bridgett, just like they had done before. Flower was just trying to protect her family and it cost her, her life. Alexander then screamed at the top of his lungs as he began to shove the dashboard forward. The metal and plastic began to bend outward; sending shard of it every where. The blonde man then screamed he flopped out to the road. His right leg was cut and a piece of metal was still in it. He began to limp outward toward the road.

Alexander saw the other vehicle driving away. He grunted in pain and anger as he limped toward his sister. Flower wasn’t moving. She laid on the ground motionless. Alexander collapsed near her. “Sister?” he called to her, shaking her wrist.

Flower opened up her eye lids slowly. She smiled at her older brother, taking his hand. Then she closed her eyes again, as he was able to hear one last rush of breath escape her lips. “SISTER!!” the young man cried, shaking her head.

Alexander ignored the pain in his leg and sat up. He slowly picked up the woman, cradling her in his arms. Flower was growing into a beautiful woman and now, all the aspects of her life would be no more. The blonde man cried as he cradled his adoptive sister in his arms. He then stared into the distance of the men who attacked them. He didn’t know who they were but he had every gut instinct told him it was the Liberation. They had taken his sister and a girl he had come to love as his own daughter.

He silently vowed he would bathe in their blood.

Alexander then paused when he heard a cell phone ringing. He looked back and heard it coming from their crushed vehicle. The blonde man then picked up his fallen sister and began to carry her back to the broken four door car. He limped toward the car, feeling the blood ooze out his leg. He grunted as he sat down Flower next to the door. He leaned in and picked up his cell phone. Alexander took another look at it and then was dismayed as it was crushed. The cell phone ring then erupted again.

It wasn’t his; it was Flower’s.

He calmly picked up her purse and then dumped it onto the seat. He then picked it up and pressed the green button. “Hello?” he asked.

“SIT, SIT, SIT.” A computerized voice echoed, then hung up the phone.

Alexander blinked at the sound of the voice and what it told him. It then struck his memory about what Locke had reminded him of a few Thanskgivings ago. A special preparation in case they were all attacked by the Liberation or anybody else. The former lost boy realized this meant the strange military organization that wiped out his tribe was indeed behind this attack. With a heavy amount of fear, he understood this meant something else too.

“Mandy,” he whispered.

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Sawyer rocked out the country music playing in the background. He was looking forward to his special lunch he was treating himself. The hamburger patties were frying up nicely in the big skillet. To the right of it, as a glass pan which he use to cook his own French fries. The trick was to always get the grease hot before putting the fries in, just like his Aunt taught him. The garlic bread would be done shortly too. Now all that was missing was a large glass of sweet tea.

The trick to making sweet tea was to place the sugar in the gallon jug before you poured the tea in, not afterwards. That way the hot tea would melt the sugar immediately and it would blend in perfectly with the water. Sawyer brought some sweet tea to a Thanksgiving party one year, trying to convince his “yankee” friends to like it. Kate liked it, as did Shanna but Seth turned up his nose at it. Sawyer didn’t care; he really hoped the girls would like it mostly anyway. The redneck then checked on his garlic bread by leaning over to the toaster. He paused for a moment as the strange flickering light on the reflective metal.

It was a man sneaking up behind him with a garrote.

Sawyer then immediately grabbed his pan full of fries and grease, then flung it directly at the man. The hot grease struck him directly in the face. “EEEEEEYYYEEAARGGGHHH!!!!” he screamed as he collapsed back.

The man behind the burnt man then opened fire with an automatic rifle. Sawyer dove into his living room and made a scramble for his couch. He shoved his right hand into the inline cushions, then pulled out a Desert Eagle .50 pistol; wrapping in plastic. He then rolled over and ripped it out of it’s seal as he did. The black clothed man then began to fire wildly into the living room. Bullets chopped up the few pictures he had on his walls, making them collapsed in heaps of wood and glass. The redneck finally cocked back his pistol and fired at the wall where the man was standing. The bullet went through the soft wood wall and struck the man directly in the hip. He stumbled back and grunted in pain. That was all Sawyer needed to hear.

He quickly stood up and continued to fire at the wall. The bullets burst out from the wall, striking the man. He fired his rifle wildly but only managed to strike the floor board. A bullet from the wall then explode and struck him directly into the eye; exploding out the back of his head. He collapsed hard against the sink area and then slumped down.

Sawyer walked in and quickly turned off all the stove-eyes. He then calmly pulled out the clip from his gun and then slid in another one. The redneck ticked the leg of the man he shot just to be sure. He didn’t budge. Then the southern man walked over to the poor man who was holding onto his whelped face; crying. “Well there, Super Size,” Sawyer laughed, “You interrupted my lunch. Don’t you know how rude that is?”

“Help . . .me . . .” the man whimpered, holding onto his face.

“Yeah, it looks like it hurts. It just so happens, I got an emergency store of morphine.” He said, kneeling down, “If you want me to knock you out, tell me who you are.”

“The . . Liberation.” He coughed.

“Oh, wow. No kidding?” Sawyer looked around, “ Now you earned the morphine. If you want me to dial 911, then tell me if there are any more outside.”

“One . . .on . ..the roof . .” the man whimpered.

“On the roof.” The redneck said, picking up the man’s rifle,” Got it.”

Sawyer slowly stepped outside. He took cautious steps outward looking for anybody on the roof. An Asian man then peered over the side of the roof. “Did you get him?” the man ask before seeing Sawyer staring up at him.

“Not quite there, Fiddler.” The redneck smirked.

“Oh, crap!” the man screamed as he tried to pull his rifle from his sling on his back.

Sawyer then fired the AK-47 rifle upward and struck the Asian man easily. Several bullets struck him across the chest and neck; making him jolt left and right. The Liberator then fell down on the roof, then rolled off the side. His limp body crashed against a porch railing, smashing a flower pot. Sawyer held the rifle on him after he had landed. He wasn’t moving either. The redneck then removed the clip from the rifle to see how much rounds he had left.

Then his phone started ringing.

Sawyer peered from behind the door. The phone on his wall was indeed ringing. He calmly stepped back into the kitchen area and walked toward. He calmly stepped over the writhing body of the man with hot grease on his face. “You got your 911 call, Freddy,” the redneck said, “Not give me a minute to locate the morphine.”

Sawyer picked up the phone, “Hello?”

“SIT, SIT, SIT.” A robot voice echoed in the phone and then hung up.

“Holy monkey crap.” The redneck said, as he hung up the phone.

Sawyer then quickly ran toward his bathroom and got to the sink. He kneeled down and grabbed a box marked with a red cross. He then ran back to the kitchen and pulled out the vials of morphine. He calmly then unwrapped a clean syringe. Within seconds, he injected some medicine in the syringe. Sawyer then scooted over and jabbed the needle in the Liberator’s buttocks. “Nighty, night, Freddy.” Sawyer said.

The redneck then stood up, leaving the poor man to moan. He grunted as he reached behind his fridge, ripping off a taped piece of paper. It was a manila envelope Locke made him put there. It was marked SIT with a black magic marker. He then dialed 911 and then left the phone off the receiver. He quickly gathered up his pistol, then men’s rifles and the keys to his car. He started to walk out of his house, then paused and ran back to this stove. He grabbed a hamburger patty and proceeded to eat it. Then he left.

He quickly shoved the guns and the envelope into his car. After he got it, he quickly tore it open. The contents were instructions and a map. The map was an outline to another outside the suburbs of Los Angeles.

“Vatigo Beach,” Sawyer said, “All right, old man. I’m on my way.”

Part 455: The Assault Begins

3:01 pm

Mandy walked down the hallway of the building. She was whistling a happy tune, because market share had increased. She was happy to be working for the box company. Every time she brought home a fat paycheck, it made her appreciate her life. She bought nice things for Alexander and Bridget. She often wondered if the former lost boy was upset that he wasn’t the bread winner of their little family. However, since he came into the real world a little “differently” than most men; he was happy with his life the way it was.

Mandy turned a corner and walked into the break room. She was looking forward to her mid-afternoon snack; since she did it ever day. She calmly pulled out some change from her pocket and walked to the vending machines. The blonde woman practically giggled at the thought of the Sugar Babies she was about to consume. After the bag fell down into the slot, she picked them up and began to consume them. “Aren’t you worried about diabetes?” Gordon asked her.

Mandy playfully threw one of her pieces of candy at him, making the man dodge it. “This comes from a man who eats a Bear Claw with a diet coke every morning.” She teased him.

“She’s been the best manager we’ve ever had, Gordon.” Sweeny walked in, helping himself to come coffee, “Let her have her Sugar Babies.”

“Thank you, Sweeny,” Mandy laughed, “You may have the rest of the day off.”

“See?” he asked Gordon.

“You two, I swear.” The man laughed, pushing up his glasses.

“Speaking of benefits, Sweeney, how are those ITS Reports coming out?” Mandy asked him.

“Should have them to you within the hour.” He said, proudly.

“Thank you,” she said, sitting down at the break table, “Now sit down, Gentlemen. I have something I wish to discuss with you.”

“Oh, God,” Gordon moaned sitting down.

“Just for that, Gordo, I’m going to put you in charge.”

“In charge of what?” he asked reluctantly.

“Valentines Day.” She said, proudly.

“Aw, man.” He grunted, burying his face in his arms on the table.

“What are we doing for Valentines Day?” Sweeny asked.

“What we will be doing is going to simply be like the Secret Santa. We will have names of everybody in the office and put them in a pile. Whoever pulls out the name of the individual, most do something nice for them to let them feel loved.”

“Like what?”

“Like whatever, Gordo.” Mandy shoved him, “Buy them a Coke, take them out to lunch, leave them a valentines day card. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

“Bloody lovely,” he moaned.

The three friends then heard another person enter the break room. It was the lovely Jessica, Locke’s secretary. The striking brunette walked over to the coffee machine and helped herself to a cup. Afterwards, she leaned on the counter; smiling at her friends. “How you doing, Jess?” Mandy asked.

“Not too bad,” she smiled, blowing on her hot coffee, “Just a little bored.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sweeny agreed, “I use to love auditing week, because we got sent home while the auditors went through our books. Now that Locke promoted us we got to ride it out with a skeleton crew.”

“I know,” Gordon leaned into his chair, “I could be at home playing my X-Box right now.”

“You have such a fantastic life, Gordon.” Jessica said in complete sarcasm.

Gordon just waved her off. Mandy finished up her Sugar Babies and looked to Jessica. “Is Locke bored out of his mind too?” she asked, throwing the wrapper in the trash can.

“Yeah but not for long.” The brunette smiled, “I had to show some of the auditors were his office was. They probably got to show him what’s going on.”

“What do you mean?” the blonde inquired.

“They were walking in there with briefcases. Never seen that before.”

“Auditors don’t come with briefcases,” Gordon corrected her, “They are temps and they come with the van that has all the auditing equipment.”

Mandy looked back at Gordon. He made a valid point. They got through this every year and the auditors always went down to accounting to take their tally of what the company made, while the rest of the staff got a week off for them to complete their task. They always arrived and they always just went typing away on their big calculators. Mandy decided to go ask what they were up, just to see if Locke needed any help. She began to walk out of the break-room.

And stopped at it’s doorway the moment she heard gunfire.

Gordon and Sweeny jumped up from their desk like merkats poking out of the ground. Jessica dropped her coffee; spilling it all over her feet. She was in such shock, she never noticed the scorching pain. Mandy looked back at them, then hugged the way. She cautiously peered down the hallway. The gunfire sounds and flashes of light was coming from Locke’s office. The blonde was incredibly worried but she was also afraid. Who were these men and why did they want Locke dead?

Then the gunfire stopped abruptly, and she could hear men crying in pain. Then she heard single gunfire at that second. A loud thud echoed and then more automatic fire erupted only to be stopped. She, Jessica, Gordon and Sweeny stared down the hallway. Small pillows of smoke oozed from the doorway to Locke’s office. Then abruptly the old man walked out of the room, holding a pistol by his side. He looked around and spotted his loyal co-workers. “MANDY!!” he called to her,” GET DOWN HERE! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!!”

Mandy then ran down the hallway as fast as her high heels would take her. The other three paused for a moment, then ran to follow her. The blonde stopped at the entrance to Locke’s office and screamed. There were two dead men laying on the floor inside his office. One was blonde and the other was a black man; both dressed as auditors. They both had strange automatic weapons by their side, plus one or two bullet holes. Mandy then looked at Locke’s desk, which was riddled with dents. Three years ago, for the taking the corporation up the ladder; Hurley asked him what he would want to celebrate. Locke requested a titanium desk. And here they thought they he was just being eccentric. “The desk is bullet proof.” Gordon said, drawing the same conclusion.

“They stopped firing the moment the ricochets were hitting them.” Locke said, leaning on the desk and catching his breath.

“Sir, are you all right?” Jessica asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just slightly deaf.” He said, immediately taking off his sport coat.

“Locke, who are these guys?” Mandy asked.

“The Liberation.” He said, as if he was talking about the weather.

“The . ..the . . .THE WHAT??” the blonde yelled in disbelief.

“Jessica, I need you to go toward your desk and get your running shoes for Mandy.” Locke said as he sat down on his chair.

“Sir, shouldn’t I call the police?” his secretary asked in shock.

“yes, but I don’t want you to call them right now.” The bald man said, taking off his dress shoes and putting on tennis shoes, “Please, Jessica . . .get your shoes for Mandy.”

“Locke . . what . . .WHAT IS GOING ON???” Mandy screamed.

“Mandy, calm down,” Locke told her, “And please . . .you might need to be calling Alexander right now.”

“Why?”

“To make sure they are safe.”

Mandy blinked rapidly. Locke’s statement brought her back into reality. She then quickly ran over to the side of the office, where the other desk was; connected to a phone. She picked it up and quickly dialed Alexander’s cell phone. The ringing continued and continued but no answer. Then an automated message came on, “We’re sorry. The recipient can not be reached at this time. This may be due to low battery or long distance range.”

“I’m getting a message that his phone is not available,” the blonde gasped, “That’s not possible. Not while he is . . .babysitting . .”

Mandy immediately hung up and then dialed the day care. Within two rings, someone picked up. “Whale Tail Day Care.” A pleasant voice said.

“Hello, this is Mandy Burke. I was calling to make sure that my daughter Bridgett Carlyle has been picked up by her step-father Alexander McKay?”

“Yes, Ms. Burke, he and his sister picked her up about ten minutes ago.”

Mandy then immediately hung up the phone. She tried to hold in her tears, mixed with rage. Had it happened again? Had Bridget been taken away from her? Was Alexander and Flower even alive? Then blonde then took a deep breath, and wiped her tears; then started to remove her high heels. “JESSICA!!” she called, “I need those shoes!”

Jessica whimpered as she stepped over the dead bodies and shell casing; handing her co-worker her running shoes. Locke then walked over to the bodies and picked up the automatic rifles. He started to then search the two men, pulling out extra clips. The big one had a cell phone but nothing else. No id, no anything to say who they really were. Mandy sat down on stool, putting on the shoes. “Locke, how did you know they were Liberation?” she asked.

“Before they pulled out their rifles, they asked me if I enjoyed watching Fender die.” The old man said, standing up with the two rifles.

“Who was Fender?” asked Gordon.

“An insane colonel who had his own outpost at the Island.” The bald man said, as he walked over and gave one of the rifles to Mandy.

“The Island?” Jessica said, “ THAT’S what this is about?”

“Listen, you three, I don’t have time to explain so here is what I want you to do.” He pointed to this co-workers,” Jessica, I want you to head down stairs to accounting and stay with the auditors. Sweeny, you go with them. When 30 minutes has past, THEN call the cops.”

“Okay, sir,” Sweeny said, not arguing.

“GL13?” the bald man smiled at Gordon.

“Yeah . . yes, sir?” the nerd listened up.

“Remember the SIT program I had you make three years ago?”

“Yeah?”

“Run it now.” Locke commanded.

Gordon pushed up his glasses and darted out of the office toward his own desk. Sweeny then held onto Jessica as they started to walk toward the elevators. Locke then looked over to Mandy who was checking the rifle; making sure it was loaded, based on the tutelage of McKay. The blonde then set it down and began to tie her hair back in a ponytail. “You knew this would happen one day, didn’t you?” she asked.

“I hoped it wouldn’t.” the old man sighed, “It’s the price I pay for being paranoid . . .and right.”

“I remember you talking about the SIT program a few Thanksgivings ago.” She said, walking out of the office with him, “I hope everybody remembers it.”

“They will,” Locke said as they stopped at her office.

Mandy quickly picked up her coat and wrapped the rifle into it. The two friends began walking down the hallway past the cubicles and wound up at Gordon’s office. The programmer then typed in a special code and some numbers began to flicker on the screen. Mandy looked at the codes. The program was dialing everybody phone numbers.

Mia Riggs > 555-6809 > Code Sent . .
Tony Largo > 555-8554 > Code Sent . .
Jack Shepard > 555-6321 > Code Sent . .
James Ford > 555-5742 > Code Sent . .
Ana-Lucia Cortez > 555-8774 > Code Sent . . .
Seth Butler > 555-7575> Code Sent . . .
Kellye Schroeder> 555-6322 >Code Sent . .

“Thanks, GL13.” Locke patted him on the back, “Now get down to accounting with the others.”

“Good luck, sir,” the loyal co-worker said as he ran out of his office to the stairs.

Mandy and Locke then proceeded toward the service elevator. The plan was to go down, get in Locke’s truck and make a drive by the route for the Day Care, to make sure Bridgett was okay. The blonde woman held the rifle close to her chest; vowing she wasn’t going to take anymore. She was not going to live her life in fear and she will get her daughter back, if she was taken.

Locke looked at his watch and hoped the his friend would remember the SIT protocol he talked about so long ago. The older man was fairly certain that the Liberation was bigger than Fender. He recreated a special backup plan if they were ever attacked. Locke had been playing military games all his life. If he was the Liberation, he wouldn’t just attack specific people. He’d attack all of them. He made Gordon create a special program that would dial everybody’s numbers, give them a computerized message and then they all regroup at a special beach house that Hurley purchase. From there, they would see who was alive and regroup against the Liberation.

Locke prayed all his friends would be waiting for him.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Part 454: Jenny and Izzy

11:03 am

Jenny slowly opened her eyes. She felt a soft wet rag gently stroke her forehead. Her vision began to clear slowly and after the blurriness faded, a smiling woman was staring down at her. The woman looked to be in her mid forties, with light brown skin and jet black hair. She gently soaked the rag in the water and then continued to wipe her face. “Hello,” she whispered.

“Hello.” Jenny strained to say.

“I would ask how you are feeling but I can hazard to guess.”

“That . . .crazy witch . . .wouldn’t stop shocking me.” The cop groaned.

“Your muscles are probably rigid. It’ll take them awhile to get loose again.”

“How would you know that?” Jenny winced, “You . . you a nurse?”

“I guess you could say I have been promoted to one.” She smiled, “My husband was a doctor but he gave it up when he had to join the military. I’ve watched him work.”

Jenny raised on eyelid. “You . . .learned how to do medical stuff . . .by watching your husband?”

“Yes,” she smiled.

“You must have been bored out of your mind.”

“It’s not much else you can do while stranded on a semi-deserted Island.” The woman placed the rag in the water.

Jenny’s eyes then flung open. She then leaned up and grabbed the woman by the wrist. She paused, a little bit alarmed by her sudden movements. “Deserted Island?” the cop gasped, “Wait, who are you?”

“I’m sorry. You are right. I should have introduced myself.” The woman smiled, “My name is Isabella Pena but one day I hope to be Isabella Hume.”

“Isabella?” the blonde woman’s eyes started to water, “From . . .from the Shark Tank?”

This time it was Isabella who was taken back by the statements coming from her companion. “Wait . . .now who are you?” she asked.

The blonde cop slumped back onto her small cop, exhaling deeply. She covered her eyes, and whimpered slightly. Within seconds, she got control of herself. “Jenny Baker.” She whispered.

“Jenny . . . .” Isabella gasped when she recognized the name, “Jack’s Jenny? We . .we heard so much about you, when Jack, Desmond and I were having coffee.”

“Jack . .talked about me?” she smiled, removing her hand from her eyes.

“Of course. I loved his stories about picking you up from martial arts practice. And you famous joke about two escaped convicts.”

“He remembered that?” Jenny giggled, wiping her tears,” I’m definitely going to have to start calling him more.”

“Jenny . . .why are you here?” the Spanish woman asked, “Why do they want you?”

“They didn’t want me. They wanted Raven.”

“Raven? He . . .he made it to you.”

“Yes.” The cop leaned up.

“Then . .then he’ll rescue us?”

Jenny stared at the kind woman. A tear slowly escaped her left eye and ran down her cheek. The cop sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve. “No, I don’t think so.” She whimpered.

Jenny then began to fill in Isabella on everything that had happened this morning, not to mention the previous six years.



The two women sat together on the cot after they had told their stories. Jenny had filled in Isabella on what had happened in her life; everything from being reunited with Raven, to finding more Jaeger Units, and even becoming a homicide cop. Isabella had told her everything that had happened in the four months she was captured. She spoke of spending a weekend with Desmond in a secluded cabin under lock and key. The Spanish woman wiped her own tears every time she mentioned her son Sebastian who had been taken away from her. She had no idea where her son was nor her husband.

Isabella had mentioned she wished to be Isabella Hume, which was her husband Desmond’s last name. Jenny stared off into the wall when the Spanish woman had mentioned Desmond. It was a name she had heard before and from her past experiences; she never took anything for chance. Sometimes she wondered if coincidence even existed at all or if everything was fate? She massaged her sore arm and looked at Isabella again. “Isabella, can I ask you a question about your husband?” she asked.

“Of course.” She whispered.

“Did Desmond . . ever mention someone named Penelope?”

“Penelope Widmore?” the Spanish woman shook her head in agreement, “Of course he did. Has her father not pushed them away from each other, he might have become her husband instead of mine.”

“Really?” Jenny sighed, “Then . . it was his photo I saw in her office that day. I didn’t put two and two together till it was too late.”

“You were in Penelope’s office? WHEN?”

“A few years ago when I was solving a homicide that wound up being rogue Jaeger Units.” The officer sighed, “It led me right back to the Hanso Foundation, who run the Dharma Initiative. She runs the corporation now.”

“The Dharma . . .logo has been on the lab coats of all those doctors and scientists, asking me questions about my son. Are you saying . . .Penelope is behind all this?”

“Honestly? I don’t think so.”

“But, Jenny, how do you know she isn’t?”

“I trust my instincts.” Jenny moaned, massaging her arm, “ When I spoke with her, she gave me the impression that she was someone who had lost everything; her father and her future husband. She was trying to just hold on to what she had, which was this company. She didn’t strike me as a sadistic person, who would put us through this. You separated from your family, me tortured by that crazy Klugh woman.”

“But if she’s not behind this, then who is? That Ben guy?”

“Ben? Ben who?”

“Dr. Benjamin Linus.” Isabella whispered, “He’s got all the aspects of leadership qualities about him. However, I don’t know if he even knows Penelope Widmore.”

“If he works for Dharma, then we’ll have to assume he does. Now the question is, does Penelope know what is going on or not?”

“A good question Jenny. But how do we find out?”

The door then opened to their room. Three men then came in, including the one called Pickett. Isabella knew him because he was always in charge of migrating her and Desmond to various locations. The older stocky man smiled at them both, then his eyes fell on the blonde cop. “Time to go, officer.” He smirked.

“To where?” Jenny asked.

“Ms. Klugh has more questions for you.”

“NO!” Isabella jumped in front of her, protecting her, “She’s gone through enough! She doesn’t know anything else about Raven!”

Pickett slowly took another step toward Isabella. “Back off, Izzy.” The older man whispered, “You want any chance of seeing your son again, you won’t get in my way.”

“You took my boy away from me. I’m not letting you hurt this woman.” The Spanish woman hissed.

Then to Isabella’s surprise, Jenny pulled her back. The cop slid off the cot and held her head up. “No, Jenny, you don’t have to do this!” Isabella protested.

Jenny turned around and hugged her. Isabella embraced her and wept in her arms. The blonde cop knew why the Spanish woman was fighting so hard to keep her there. The poor woman had been removed from everything she had known; and Jenny was probably the first person’s she had to combat her loneliness in four months. The blonde cop then kissed her on the cheek. “Don’t cry, Isabella,” she whispered in her ear, “We’re going to be okay. I promise.”

The Spanish woman then slowly parted from her. Jenny then started to walk over to the men. One of them then took her by the arm. Within one fluid motion, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it down; breaking it. The man then fell behind, screaming in excruciating pain. Pickett then pulled out a taser but Jenny cut him off with a finger pointed in his direction. “I’ll go see Ms. Klugh,” she hissed, “But not a single one of you scumbags will lay a finger on me. EVER!”

Pickett raised an eyebrow and shook his head; motioning her forward. The other man helped up his friend, and escorted him out. Jenny kept her eyes on Isabella as the door was closed to her room; locking her back in her white bricked cell. The cop then turned and began to limp down the hallway with Pickett following her. The blonde woman was dreading the pain that Klugh was going to cause her in her attempt to find out more information about Raven.

And wondered how she was going to keep her promise to Isabella.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Part 453: 216

10:27 am

“Four months,” Desmond coughed, “I’ve been moved around and inside this bloody hell hole for four months.”

Jack sat against the wall to the friend he hadn’t seen in over six years. Desmond looked like he was withered. He was still physically fit, sporting a beard and slightly longer hair. However, the doctor could tell it was the emotional wounds that ran deep for him. Desmond placed his hands on his head, as he rested against his knees. “In that span of four months, I’ve only seen my wife once,” he sniffed, “and my son never.”

“Where did you see Isabella?” Jack asked.

“At a cabin.” The stranger leaned his head back, “ These people treat their prisoners well. We were allowed a weekend together at this cabin under heavy lock and key. They said if we’d try to escape, we’ve been removed before the duration of the weekend was up. For our love . . .we spent ever single second with each other.”

“I know the feeling,” Jack rubbed his head, thinking about Kate.

“That was two months ago, Jack.” The former racer coughed,” I’ve not seen Izzy nor Sebastian for the past two months. Now tell . . .why have they kidnapped you?”

“They are planning something big.” Jack told him, “I think it’s got something to do with our children.”

“Children?” the stranger gasped, “Whose?”

Jack laughed briefly. “You’ve been out of touch with us for quite some time, Desmond.” He smirked, “Allow me to catch you up on the past six years.”


After nearly an hour had past after Jack had told his story. Desmond listened carefully, taken in every detail. He was happy that Charlie and Claire were getting married. He was happy that Tony and Marita were finally going to be parents. In fact, he was happy for every single person that was with him. They felt like family for the few short weeks they were all there. He knew that Sebastian had made lasting friendships with Eddie and Walt. It made him feel like he was finally back in the loop. “I’m happy Raven made it to America.” He leaned up, “Can we be expecting a rescue from him, brother?”

“Sadly, I doubt it.” Jack rubbed his cheeks, “ They got Jenny. And something tells me . . .they wouldn’t have been able to grab her, unless they took out Raven. I don’t know how but I know for a fact he wouldn’t give up Jenny without a fight.”

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” the Scotsman whispered, “If they’ve taken out Raven, I honestly can’t see how we are getting out of here.”

“We’ll worry about escape later,” the doctor shifted up again, “Now tell me, Desmond. Have you spoken to Ben?”

“You mean the wee spooky bastard with the eyes?” he raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, I’ve spoken with him.”

“Did he mention anything at all about Sebastian?”

“Only that he was going to be taken care of. I don’t know what that means but he’s still not my son’s bloody father. I am. I’m the one who’s supposed to take care of him.”

“What about what Sebastian goes through? How did he take care of the change that occurred in him every 108 minutes?”

“They already had medicine for him.” Desmond said, looking up into the ceiling, “ They injected him in the arm with it. He was unconscious on the helicopter ride.”

“They knocked him out?”

“They knocked us all out.” The Scotsman continued, “That’s how they swooped in and picked us up. It’s kinda funny . . .looks like those bloody sharks will finally get their freedom after all.”

“Did he mention what was going on with Sebastian? Did he say that your son was in this building or close by?”

Desmond massaged his neck. “I don’t think so,” he whispered, “I’ve constantly demanded to see my son and they keep saying, that’s not possible. I honestly think, judging by their expressions . . . .that my boy is very far away from here.”

“They wanted Sebastian,” Jack braced his mouth on his hands,” And now they wants the children that made it off of there. Why?”

“Because they are crazy, Jack! A bunch of lunatic, mad scientists!” Desmond yelled in frustration.

“If there was one thing that I learned on the Island, Desmond, was not to mistake crazy for stupid.” The doctor whispered, “Ben kept talking about Natural Selection. Like a man who believes that the strong, not the meek will inherit the earth.”

“What does this have to do with the children?”

“It almost seems like it’s one big experiment,” Jack whispered, “It’s almost as if . . .the kids survived the experiment of the Island. What would Ben put them into next?”

Desmond blinked. He then scratched his beard. Then he quickly tabbed Jack on the shoulder. “Jack . .you don’t think . . .he would put them on another Island, would you?” he asked.

Jack’s eyebrows slowly rose up. “What makes you say that?” he asked.

“You mentioned the Island and it reminded me of something that Izzy talked about during our weekend trip. Because of giving birth to Sebastian, they’ve been taking massive amounts of blood out of her. Almost once every two weeks. During one of the more lucid periods of blood extraction, Izzy said she overheard some of the nurses talking.”

“What did they say?”

“They mentioned that they were missing someone they use to work with. They said they hoped they got back from Isla De Verde before Christmas.”

“Isla de Verde?” Jack inquired, “Where is that?”

“I don’t know, brother. That is all Izzy was able to remember. That and some weird number they kept mentioning.”

“What . .what number?”

“They kept saying something about the 216-ers. Whatever the hell that means?”

“216-ers?” Jack raised an eyebrow,” What . . .what is that?’

“Like I just said, brother, it probably means nothing. Hell, do you have a 216 area code?”

“No, the area code for Los Angeles is 209.” The doctor tapped his head, “216. 216, why is that so familiar?

“February 16th, anybody’s birthday?” Desmond said, thinking on it.

“No, no, but I know I’ve heard that number before.”


The next twenty minutes, Desmond tried to rest. It was a little difficult because he had no furniture in the enclosed room. Sadly, what made it worse was Jack pacing back and forth, mumbling the number 216. The Scotsman opened his eyes and then leaned up; bracing his back against the cold wall. “You know, brother,” he grunted, “I know we’ve only been cell mates for two hours but if you don’t shut up, I might just hurt you.”

“I’m sorry, Desmond,” Jack stopped, “I can’t get that number out of my head. 216 means something, I know it!”

“Jack, it’s not like the numbers I had to type in the Argos mainframe.” The Scotsman pleaded, “These numbers don’t meant squat.”

“The numbers you had to type in the Argos mainframe were the same numbers that Mia typed into the Watchman system. These maniacs thrive on numbers. The 216 numbers has to have some meaning, it has to!”

Desmond crossed his arms, extended his legs and cross them too. He sighed and stared at his friend. “Okay, brother,” he glared at him, “What do you think these numbers mean?”

“Did 216 come up in the Shark Tank anywhere?”

“Nope.”

“Hmmm,” Jack closed his eyes, “ 216 minus 108 is . . . .is 108 again.”

Desmond then uncrossed his arms. Jack and him locked eyes for a second, as if they had just revealed a specific clue. “216 is 108 times 2.” The Scotsman whispered, “That’s . . spooky. That. . .can’t be coincidence.”

“108 times 2,” Jack slid down, on the wall, balancing on his knees, “ What does that mean?”

“Hey, Jack . .what other numbers did you see? During your adventures?”

“Uh . ..Hurley played the numbers in his lottery . . .there were 48 of us left . . .there were 23 in Tony’s party . . .Uh . .uh . . .we went on gate 23, after we got on . . .”

Jack’s eyes were so wide they were almost as big as quarters. Desmond stared at him and his poor doctor friend had the look of a man who had just stepped on his own grave. The doctor coughed a bit and looked around, at the two way mirror. Then he got on his feet and quickly strode over to the other end of the room; sitting down next to Desmond. “Jack, did . . .did 216 ring a bell?” the Scotsman asked.

Jack covered his eyes with his hand. He took a deep sigh. “Dear God in Heaven.” He whispered.

“Jack, talk to me.” Desmond begged.

“Flight 815 . . . .Flight 216.”

“Flight 216?” the stranger inquired, “What is that?”

“About two months ago,” Jack said, leaning against the wall, “A reporter called me about Conway Air Flight 216, out of Maui. It was a flight that disappeared under mysterious circumstances, similar to Flight 815. They wanted to get a statement on the fear and isolation of being stranded an Island. They had no idea where to search for these people.”

“Jack . ..what does this have to do with us?” Desmond asked.

“When we were in flight to America from Sydney, we pasted over the Island and the big flying robot called MOLE brought us down.”

“So?”

“So . . ..what if . . . .it’s happened to Flight 216?” Jack whispered.