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The flight wasn't long, but by the end of it Liz was exhausted. She kept visualizing the hotel bed so that she would stay awake. Then, when she opened the door and expected to find a nice quiet dark room, she found the Colonel and two other men instead.

She looked back at Hector. "Is my sense of direction so bad that I flew us across the Atlantic and home or is my Uncle really in my hotel?"

"He's really there," said Hector, pushing her into the room.

"Uncle Tom, I told you I had this," she said, flopping down on the bed.

"And you've done an excellent job now let the pros do the dirty work."

"Why so you all can fucking get captured like the rest? No, this is not a military mission. It's my mission, so stay out of it."

"She's really tired, sir. Maybe we'd better talk in the morning," said Hector.

"You son are going up into the living room to plan with those men. I'm going to take care of Liz. That's an order."

"Yes, sir," said Hector walking with the two members of the Bravo Unit into the other room.

Liz crawled under the covers, and the Colonel sat next to her. "What the hell happened?" he asked, stroking her hair.

"I just need to sleep. Just give me two hours of sleep, and I'll be talking coherently again."

"All right, I'll be right in this chair," he said, sitting down and watching her.

Liz woke up and saw that it was light out. She quickly got out of bed, but Tom stopped her.

"This may have started as your mission, but only because I let it. Now, it's time to think reasonably." He folded his arms across his chest and looked towards the living room where the men were. "Those are some of my best men. They can get Mack and the others out with minimal casualties."

"Fine, but I'm going in with them or I'll go alone."

The Colonel sighed. "Come on." He led her into the room. "Men, this is my god daughter Liz. I think you've probably seen her around base. She's going in with you. Any questions?" They shook their heads. "Good. She might not be as trained at killing as you all are, but I'll bet you she's ten times smarter, and she's going to look at this thing in a different perspective, which is to all of our benefit."

"All right. Hector, have you filled them in?" she asked, kneeling down so she was part of the circle. Tom watched as she went over the details of the plan again with his men. They all listened to her intently asking questions but not questioning her.

"Natural leader," he muttered under his breath.

They spent the next two days finding out the exact location of the barge that Saadak was hiding the men on, and then they had to find the original blueprints of the boat, while detailing the exact movements of the crew. Then they planned and practiced every possible situation that could unfold and tested every single piece of equipment switching their location to a remote abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city for target practice. Night soon came and they moved into position. Liz sat freezing behind a storage shed as Hector kept an eye on the barge.

"Hey, you OK?" he asked, her sitting next to her for a moment.

She nodded. "I'm just getting a cold or something," she whispered.

He touched her forehead. "You've got a fever."

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

She grabbed his arm before he could call the Colonel. "I'm fine."

"All right." He handed her two aspirin and rubbed her arms, trying to get her warm. "Better?" She nodded, swallowing the aspirin. "It's almost time anyway."

"We've got company. Vodka and IV are entering," said the Colonel.

Liz watched the handheld computer screen as Saadak, and Matt walked into the barge laughing.

"We can't call it off, and we can't wait," she said.

"Watch the guards," said the Colonel.

Liz zoomed in on the main deck where the guards opened two bottles of vodka after Matt and Saadak passed them.

She nodded to Hector. "Now," she said. They stood up and ran carefully under the unwatchful eye of the guards. The security cameras had been looped so the same footage was showing over and over again. Liz took down her hair as they got onto the deck. She walked towards them.

"Hey boys," she whispered, pulling the zipper down on her black fleece. "I'm kind of lost." She smiled. "Vodka? Do you have raspberry?" she asked, taking a bottle and pretending to drink from it. She watched them watch her and then she shot both of them. Hector ran over to her.

"I got mine," he said.

"And I got mine," she said, holding the bottle out to him. "Vodka?"

He cringed. "No. Are you all right?" he asked, tying them up.

"Yea fine."

"Let's go," he said, running ahead.

She ran down the steps following him until finally they reached the loading room where the team was supposedly. He motioned to her that there were two guards. She nodded, realizing she still had the bottle of vodka in her hand. With a smirk she walked in tripping. The two guards looked at her confused.

"This isn't the embassy," she said, laughing. "But you two are cute," she said, using her best British accent. "I know, I know. You're Prince William and you're Prince Harry! Wait till I tell mum." They looked at her laughing. "Do you want some? It's really good." She smashed it against one guy's face and then saw the other guy drop as Hector ran forward.

"Warn me next time," he said, shooting the other one with his pistol.

"Where are they?" She went to go search, but he grabbed her and motioned to the trip line. "Fuck."

He found the detonator and deactivated it. "Stick to my ass. Don't move unless I tell you. This is out of your league now. Mind games and female persuasion won't work. Trust me and do as I say."

She nodded. There was an office on the other side and Hector opened it after picking the lock. Liz saw Jonas first and he got up, she hugged him.

"It's about time, you got here," he said to Hector.

Bob got out next and then Grey. "Where's Mack?"

"They keep taking him away and bringing him back. He gets beaten to shit every single time," said Grey.

"Do you know where they take him?"

"Somewhere below," said Jonas.

"Hey! We've got company," said Bob as six more guards came running at them.

"Shit," said Hector, handing them guns.

"I'm going below," said Liz, finding an escape hatch that led to below deck. "Cover me," she said to Jonas.

Jonas nodded standing in front of her as she slid down below. She let her eyes adjust to the dim lights and checked the floor before going down further until she reached the bottom. She tripped as she walked through the last room. Then she felt blood on her hand. She took out her flashlight and realized she had tripped over Mack.

"Mack!" She shook him violently, kissing his face and his lips. "Mack," she whispered, crying. "Mack, wake up." She performed CPR on him and then took out the shot of adrenaline from her zipper pocket. She jabbed it into him and held his hand. "Come on- Lissy and Jenny, they're at home waiting for you. I promised them. Come on." She started pounding her fists against his chest. "You can't die!"

"Stop… hitting me," he groaned.

She gasped, holding him in her arms. "You're alive."

"I'm a Ranger, I don't give in that easily."

"Oh my God," she said, noticing the blood all over him. "He did this because of me. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, hey, it's all right," he said, holding her face. "It's over."

"Not quite," said Matt, turning on the lights.

Liz shielded Mack with her body, kneeling in front of him. "Matt, leave him alone. It's me you want, so kill me."

He grabbed her by the hair. "Kill you, kill you!" he screamed. "Then I couldn't have you, could I?"

"Stop, Matt. Please Matt, stop."

"Hey Matt," said Mack.

Matt looked at him and then Liz heard the sound of a bullet. She expected to see Mack dead, but instead she felt Matt's hand loosen as he fell dead to the floor. Mack was hunched over but standing with Liz's gun in his hand.

"This isn't much good if you keep it holstered," he said.

She smiled, hugging him. "Come on, let's get you out of here." She grabbed her other gun and put one arm around him, helping him through the corridors. She helped him up the stairs and they made it to the loading deck when she saw Saadak, handing a briefcase to a man in a dark suit. "Krieger," she whispered. "That's the vile," she told Mack. He groaned.

"I'll get it, just give me a minute."

"I'll take Saadak," she said, as Mack hurried over to the upper floor. She gave him a minute and then yelled, "Saadak."

He turned around and she shot him. Kreiger bolted, running up the stairs and then she heard four shots. She held her breath and then saw Mack run down the stairs with the briefcase. She ran over to him.

"This thing is fucking ticking. I need Grey to turn it off. Come on." He held her hand, but she looked back to see Saadak hit a button.

"Shit," she said as the loading deck began to explode. She ran with Mack up through the ship, helping him run as she felt the fire searing her back as it chased after them.

"Go," she screamed to the team as they reached the upper deck. They all ran down the ramp and watched as the whole boat explode in front of them.

"Fuck," said Mack, tossing the briefcase to Grey. "Fix that please."

Grey and Hector quickly worked on it and deactivated it.

"Top, look at this," said Grey. Jonas and the Colonel walked over.

"Well gentleman it seems that we're going to have to split up. The government was our buyer," said the Colonel.

"Jethro and Moonwalker you're together," said the Colonel to the two members from Bravo team. "Hammerhead and Betty Blue. Snake Doctor you're with Cool Breeze. Dirt Diver you take National Velvet. I'm going back to the embassy. The ambassador and I are supposed to have breakfast. I'll see you guys at home. God Bless," said the Colonel. The men broke off into their respective vehicles. "Dirt Diver, you take care of her, or it won't be the Russians you'll have to worry about it."

"Yes sir," said Mack, taking the briefcase back. They ran to the waiting motorbike. "Where's the closest airfield?" he asked her.

"There's one fifteen miles from here. It's small, rural," her voice was interrupted by her shaking.

"You cold?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Just get there quick."

They made it just as the sun was coming up. There were armed soldiers waiting for them. "Stay low," said Mack as he one by one picked off the guards. Liz shivered as she ran after him. Mack grabbed the keys from the office and found a plane. He helped her into the small plane. Liz saw a soldier aiming at Mack and lifted her gun and shot him dead. Mack pulled himself in and sat in the pilot's seat. They were in the air before Liz realized what happened.

"Mack," she said.

"What?" he asked, as they flew over into international water.

"Let me fly. You're losing blood. You could pass out."

"I'm fine."

"No, really. I'll-."

"Why are you shaking?"

"I have a fever and I'm- I hate planes. I need my-," she said shaking.

"Hey, whoa, calm down," he said as she started hyperventilating. "Liz!" he yelled. "Baby, take a deep breath in, come on breathe in slowly, now breathe out." He talked her down. "Come on, you trust me right? You made it through armed guards, armed mobsters, and armed soldiers. I think you can handle a plane ride. I promise I fly better than I drive. We're almost home, baby. We're almost home." He looked at the fuel gauge and realized they had just enough to get to England. "We're going to have to stop in either England or Ireland. You pick. You want to spend a few days in London? I'll take you to tea and you can see all those castles."

"Just keep talking," she whispered.

She leaned her head against his shoulder and he stroked her hair. "You're all right. I'm here. Just relax."

"You need a shower," she said, looking up at him.

He laughed. "I need a lot of things. We're almost to England, baby, hang in there."

"Distract me," she whispered, shaking.

Mack started singing My Girl loudly and felt Liz's smile on his arm. He watched the water below them and then the beautiful sight of the English island. His eyes roamed until, he saw an open field and set the plane down as gently as possible.

"Thank God for solid ground," she said, sitting up.

"Let's go. I'm sure whatever sheepherder is around heard us, which means they might just have a telephone." He got out and then helped her down.

She shivered as the cold British air hit her skin.

"Do you have any semtex left?"

Liz gave him her backpack and he placed it on the engine of the plane. They walked away Mack shielding Liz with his body as the plane exploded. They walked straight for miles, Liz supporting Mack as much as he was supporting her as they trudged through the frozen field. It felt like forever that they walked. Then, as they hit the road, Mack fell.

"Mack?" she asked, trying to wake him up, but he was still. She held him tightly shaking, and then there were headlights.

A man got out of his truck and took in the sight. "Bloody hell," he said, running over to them. "Bill, give me a hand." One man picked her up and carried her into the truck. She held onto her backpack tightly. Then they both picked Mack up and placed him inside with her. Mack was lying against her barely breathing.

"Go, go," yelled the other man as soon as he was in the back of the truck bed.

"What happened to you two?"

"Plane crash," she whispered. "The engine failed, and then we went down."

"That was your plane then we saw back on the Granger property. Damn it's amazing you two made it this far. There's nothing but melted metal left of that bird."

She nodded. "I'm sorry, I can't talk. I'm so tired."

"It's all right, Miss. My son-in-law works at the hospital about ten miles from here. We'll be there in a jiff. Just rest, we'll get your man fixed up all right."

"Thank you," she said.

The driver smiled. "I'm sure yous a pretty thing all cleaned up, but I don't know about him." He winked at her. "You look a might too pretty to be with him."

She smiled. "But, I love him."

"Ahhh, love. Now close your eyes. That's the church steeple just ahead," he said pointing to a white steeple that had to be several miles ahead. "Hospital's right next to it."

She closed her eyes, nodding. "Thank you."