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He seemed to be resting peacefully, she couldn’t help but admire how angelic he appeared in his present state.
“Thank you again for providing us with a copy of his medical records,” she said politely to the NSA Agent, “and for informing us of his resistance to morphine.”
Agent Jacomovic noticed that she did not stray from his side for long and when she was in the room she seemed to always find a reason to hold his hand.
“You don’t remember him do you Sherry?”
The word remember hit her like a cold bucket of water, had they met before?
“What are you talking about?” she asked the agent, “the other night was the first time I have ever seen this man.”
The agent smiled, the site of his smile sent a chill down her spine.
“Do you remember being in Burma in 1987 with your family?” Jack asked her.
Burma, her head was spinning, she had tried very hard to forget it, she was only 13 at the time.
Her father was an ambassador at the US Embassy, there was a military coup, all of the Americans were evacuated.
During all of the turmoil she had gotten separated from her family when she foolishly returned to her room for a doll.
There was an explosion that knocked her to the floor and dazed her, when she regained her senses she had discovered that her only was on fire.
Terrified she had screamed and started to cry.
A soldier leaped through the flames, and American soldier!
He had grabbed her in his arms and told her that everything was going be alright.
Wrapping her in a blanket he told her to shut her eyes and trust him.
The smell of burning flesh turned her stomach as he placed her gently down on the ground outside and unrolled her.
Opening her eyes she had saw the soldier still aflame fighting some of the insurgents.
Defeating them before putting out the flames that covered his body, he then came to her to ensure her safety.
He smiled at her reassuring her that everything was going to alright, that was the last thing she remembered about him, she woke up on a ship, no sign of the soldier and no one had mentioned him.
She had assumed he died rescuing her, could this actually be him?
“I wander what he’s dreaming about,” she asked Jack.
Jack sat in a chair by the window, looking tired and restless, he had been in the room with him ever since the doctor caught him attempting to leave the hospital with out clearance.
Knowing him, he’s probably dreaming of capturing some terrorist with his bare hands,” Jack replied.
2/3/2006 2:29 pm
thank you ash....|
2/8/2006 2:09 am
2/8/2006 3:01 am
Actually to be hooked, you should start at the beginning, this is like the ninth installment|