Chapter 5

 

     It was about two o’clock when the skiff touched down in front of the ramshackle bundle of portable shelters and equipment that the pirates called a “camp”. She was forced out of the skiff and prodded towards a box shaped, gray-blue structure that she guessed to be her holding cell just behind a large boulder. Several pirates were at a small table, eating a late lunch. The female prisoner attracted the stares and scowls of more pirates as they stepped over for a closer look. Liquor bottles littered the tables and the ground. Jessica looked away in disgust. The procession stopped in front of a large building about thirty feet away from the cell. There was a small sand bag wall between them. The guard at the door stopped them. “Who is this lass that you’re bringing before Boss,” he asked. “Her name is Jessica, and she’s the daughter of the District Manager at Base Camp 3,” Simon answered him. The guard’s eyes widened.

     “Well then, by all means!” The guard hurriedly stepped aside to let them in. After they entered the hut they came to an inner curtain that the guard pulled back. Clinch, Simon and the guard entered with Jessica. They all stood at attention. “Sir, Simon’s back and he’s brought a prisoner,” said the guard. Behind a large desk, a husky, bull of a man with a scraggily goatee with mustache and a shaved head looked up from the maps that he had been looking over and frowned at them from his one good eye. “Who is she? She better be important Simon,” he growled.

     “You won’t believe this, Boss,” Simon began. “But who we have here is the daughter of the District Manager of Base Camp 3.” Suddenly the pirate leader was interested.

     “Oh so she is, is she? Good work lieutenant! Where did you find her?”

     “Out near the southern canyon, boss. She says that she was out looking for a pet that she lost.”

     “What? That far out? I tend to doubt her honesty. I think she’s got someone else out there that we need to find. Did you look for some one else while you were out there?” Boss narrowed his eyes at Simon as he said this. Simon knew the look. Fear flashed across his face.

     “W-Well… n-no she said that her negiar was lost and-“

     “What! You imbecile! She wouldn’t have been out this far looking for a pet! That’s just crazy! I can’t believe she actually got the better of you. She played you like putty. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t demote you to the rank of privateer. Because there’s no one good enough to replace you. Don’t goof up next time or I will find someone else. Get out there NOW and look for her friend!”

     “Yes, Boss.” Simon hurried out to the skiff again.

     “Oh no! They’re going to find Norman, and then everything I have done to save him will be in vain,” Jessica thought.

     “I’m sure Simon has notified you of what we do to our hostages,” Boss said to Jessica.

     “They wouldn’t let me forget it,” she responded. “Your men are really mean, too. They grabbed my arm so tightly that it turned it red.”

     “Oh you’ll have to excuse my men. We’re not used to having ladies around. Don’t worry about my men harming you. We have to keep you in good health if we’re going to collect a good ransom. We don’t want you to die on us. Somehow Jessica didn’t find that very reassuring. “See? We are not totally without manners. Oh yes, I didn’t properly introduce myself. As you may have found out by now, my name is ‘Boss’, but you can call me ‘Boss’, that’s what the men call me, and if you know what’s good for you, that’s what you will call me as well. Got it?”

     “Yes.”

     “Yes…what?” Boss toyed with a small knife in his hands and narrowed his eyes at her again.

     “Yes…Boss.”

     “Very good. Take her to the cell, Clinch, and place a double guard on her. We’ll contact BC3 shortly. And tell the men not to touch her.

     The guard went with Clinch and Jessica out towards the box-like shelter, and the pirate captain went back to his maps. “Come here, swabs!” Clench called out to the other pirates. “Boss wants a double guard on the prisoner. Who wants to do it?” Two pirates came to join them. Then they arrived at the shelter. “Hey, you seem to be pretty important if even Boss wants a double guard on you,” one of the pirates said.

     “Yeah, pretty important and ‘pretty’,” commented Clinch. He uttered that same sinister snicker that Jessica had heard when she was first captured, and cruelly snapped Jessica’s bra strap.

     “Hey buddy! You heard what Boss said,” objected the guard, putting an arm between Clinch and Jessica. “Don’t try anything funny. Boss wants her treated well.”

     “Aw, come on, Harvey. It’s not everyday that we have a girl in the camp,” Clinch protested.

     “Do you want me to report you, Clinch?” Harvey threatened sternly.

     “I am the deputy lieutenant! You can’t touch me!”

     “And I am the captain of Boss’s personal guard and have been for years. You know perfectly well the he trusts me with everything. Who do you think he’s going to listen to?” Clinch backed down, grumbling to himself.

     “Here,” Harvey said to Jessica. He took a small sash from off his shoulders and put it over Jessica’s. “There, that’ll help keep the men off your back.” Jessica looked at him, surprised.

     “Thank you,” she said quietly.

     “Hey, don’t get any ideas. I’m still working for Boss. This is as far as I’m helping you,” he answered harshly. He then leaned over so that only Jessica could hear and whispered, “Don’t tell the others that I’m being so nice to you. They might get suspicious. I, for one know how to treat you properly.” He grinned briefly at her and then he straightened and became stern again. “Put her in the cell, boys, and don’t let me catch you bothering her. Boss’s orders.” Harvey then turned and went back to Boss’s cabin. Clinch glared one last time at Jessica and then hurried after him. The two volunteer guards put Jessica into the cell and locked the door, taking up positions on either side of the shelter, rifles in hand. Jessica slumped into one corner and waited.

 

* * *

 

     In the communication room at BC3 it was a busy day. Peter and Carol McKinley fidgeted anxiously as they talked with the Director of Communications. “Kurt! Have you found them?” Peter insisted impatiently.

     “As I said, we have been searching all morning, and we have some of our best skiff pilots out there, Mr. McKinley. We are expecting reports from the east and south teams any moment now. Please be patient.” Another man with them spoke up.

     “Don’t worry Mr. McKinley. We are going to find your daughter. As Mr. Mayson has said, we’ve got the best units out there on the job.”

     “Thank you Mr. Commissioner,” said Peter. “You must have gone to a lot of trouble to come here all the way from Holocomm headquarters on such short notice.”

     “I am always ready to help when there is a situation involving such an important employee as yourself, Mr. McKinley. We don’t want any bad media publicity on this incident.” One of the screens flickered on beside them.

     “That should be the report now. Let’s go take a look!” Kurt Mayson said, excitedly. The McKinleys and the two other men gathered around the operator seated in front of the screen. They saw the inside of a skiff seating three men who were scanning the landscape below through binoculars. The fourth man, the pilot, turned to face the concerned looks from the people waiting on the other end. “What have you found, pilot?” Kurt asked.

     “It’s no good sir,” the pilot answered, shaking his head. We’ve scanned this entire area within twenty miles of the Aural Plain and the Southeastern Basin with no luck. Sir, we may have to consider the possibility that they did not survive the storm.”

     “I don’t want to hear that, pilot. Keep looking. That’s an order.”

     “Will do, sir.” The pilot spoke over the radio to the members of his team. “This is team leader to all units. Begin searching farther east.”

     “All units responding, sir,” came a voice from the other end.

     “Good, we’ll keep in touch. Good hunting,” said Kurt as he prepared to sign off, but he was interrupted when the pilot spoke again.

     “Wait! I see something!” the pilot exclaimed. Kurt’s attention snapped back and Peter and Carol also leaned closer, glimmers of hope springing into their eyes.

     “What? What is it?”

     “I can’t tell. Wait. It appears to be another hoverjet. It’s getting closer…I don’t recognize those markings it must be…PIRATES! Sir, we have pirates and…there is another craft with them. A skiff. All units fall back and return to BC3! Repeat, suspend search immediately!” Horror now crossed Carol’s once hopeful face and Peter put his hand to his head paced back and forth quickly behind the operator.

     “Pirates? Are you sure, pilot?”

     “I’m positive, sir.”

     “Those pirates were reported gone and done with. What are they doing here?”

     “I don’t know, sir but they’re coming right at us and they don’t look very lenient at this moment.” He turned his attention to some activity on his radar. “Yellow squad! What are you doing? I told all units to fall back!” A voice answered:

     “I think I see a place where the kids might be! I see what looks like bits of metal on the ground just a few hundred feet ahead. I think I can just outrun these scoundrels and get to it.”

     “Yellow squad leader! Fall back now! You can’t make it. It’s too dangerous!” The pirate ships turned off to chase yellow squad’s skiff and began firing at it. Yellow squad broke off the attempt and turned towards Base Camp 3, engaging full afterburners. “Mr. Director! Yellow squad is taking fire!”

     “Tell all units to take evasive action and get out of there.”

     “We’re trying, sir! We’re trying! We’ll report back soon. Out.” The screen flickered off. Carol sighed and sat back in a chair. “I hope and pray that they haven’t been taken. Do you think they have been taken, Peter?”

     “Jessica has always been very resourceful,” Peter replied confidently. “She could outwit those pirates any day. I’m sure she’s safe and sound. And as long as Norm is with her, I’m sure he is too.” Carol put her arms round Peter, hugging him affectionately. “We just have to keep on persevering. Whatever the situation, God has not left them or us.”

 

* * *

 

     Norman had been hearing a commotion outside his cave for some time now and had scooted to the entrance to look out. He spotted a hoverjet and a Skiff pass by just beyond the next ridge. They didn’t seem to have spotted him yet. He saw them chasing and firing at several skiffs with Holocomm insignia. Norman wanted very badly to get the attention of the Holocomm craft but he noticed the markings on the opposing craft. “Pirates,” he gasped. He waited, hidden until the sounds of weapons fire and roaring engines faded into the wind, powerless to signal for help. He limped out of the cave on hands and a knee, dragging his leg behind him. He flinched in pain several times but he knew what he had to do. He began to drag pieces of the hoverjet wreckage towards the cave entrance.

 

* * *

 

     Everyone waited for the rescue party to return, wondering whether the crew was safe. The Commissioner paced nervously to and fro. The minutes passed slowly as no one said a word, each buried deep in his own thoughts except for the communications operators, who had to be on constant alert. The main screen at the front of the room came on suddenly. The words reading “Incoming Transmission” appeared on the screen. “Peter, Carol, Kurt,” the operator called. We’re receiving a message on the main channel. I don’t recognize the frequency but it appears to be coming from…the middle of the wilderness? Who would be transmitting from all the way out there? You might want to check this out.” Everybody hurried over to the main screen to take a look at this new development. The Commissioner had already been looking. The operator pressed the “receive” button on his control panel and the image of a rough-looking man appeared on the screen.

     “Ah, yes,” the man said in a sly voice. “I see that I have reached the communications room itself. I’m glad I got the frequency right. Wouldn’t want to get the wrong house or something. Anyway, we’ve got something here that you want, and you’re going to have to pay a lot of money to get it back.”

 

* * *

 

     Another pirate approached the cell where Jessica was being held. “Hey, we’ve hooked up with Base Camp 3 and Boss wants the prisoner to brought out for proof,” he said. Jessica sighed. “Here we go again.” She stood up as the guards turned to unlock the cell door. “C’mon you. We’re going to the Boss. It’s the big moment, girly and it’s time for you to shine!” The guard opened the door, pulled Jessica roughly to her feet and led Jessica to the entrance of the Boss’s cabin. They came into a side room filled with communications equipment where Boss, Harvey, and Clinch were waiting.

 

* * *

 

     “Peter and Carol McKinley, I presume,” said the pirate, looking at Peter and Carol. The two looked at each other but said nothing.

     “Who are you and what do you want?” demanded Kurt.

     “Very straight forward, Mr. Director. I like that.”

     “How do you know I’m the Comm. director?”

     “Oh we know all about the crew at Base Camp 3. Certain persons in your own beloved company have kindly provided us with an extensive personnel database. They have been richly rewarded.” The Commissioner frowned and looked intently at Boss.

     “What? Whom?” he demanded. Boss ignored him and continued to talk to Kurt.

     “As for your original question, I just so happen to be the leader of the ‘Four Corpses’. I’m sure you’ve heard of us. You can call me Boss. What do we want? It’s simple, really. We have here Mr. McKinley’s precious daughter and we want seventy million dollars on the double for her release.”

     “Jessica!” Carol whispered.

     “Deny everything!” the Commissioner warned, leaning close so that only the McKinleys would get the message.

     “We’re going to need a little more proof than just your word if you want to get any kind of response from us,” Kurt said skeptically.

     “You mean you don’t trust me, Mr. Director?” Boss asked. “I’m hurt. Oh. Very well then. Clinch!” Clinch took Jessica and thrust her before the screen. Both Peter and Carol pretended to be uninterested. 

     “Tell me, Mrs. McKinley,” Boss continued. How much do you care for your daughter?”

     “That’s not our daughter,” Peter said. “I believe you are terribly mistaken.”

     “Not the right response!” Boss reached at his side and pulled a pistol in a flash, pressing the muzzle into Jessica’s neck. “Whose daughter is whose now, Mr. McKinley?” he yelled angrily.

     “Jessica!” Carol screamed. Everyone in the room started and Peter stood, staring in shock.

     “Ah! Now we’re getting somewhere! Perhaps you will be more cooperative now?”

     “Jessica, have they hurt you,” Carol asked her.

     “Mom dad I…” she began but Boss jerked her back out of the screen before she could continue.

     “I think that’s enough reunion. It’s time to start talking!”

    “Look here! If you hurt my daughter I will hunt you down and shove that pistol down your throat!” Peter threatened.

     “I guess that means no-“

     “Wait!” the Commissioner broke in. “I'm sure Holocomm is ready to give you whatever it will take to get Jessica back. But I need to talk to my superiors first to arrange the transaction. Give us time!”

     “Come on, Commissioner. Surely you can reach into your fat pocket and come up with the money we need.”

     “Most of the azurestone that we had in stock has already been sold and the profit distributed between the employees and stock holders. But our newest azurestone stock has not gone through the refinery yet. It’ll be at least two days before we have that kind of money on hand. I believe that the most we can give you is ten million at this time. As I said, I need to talk with my superiors.”

     “Ten million? I’m afraid you will have to come up with a bit more than that if you want Jessica back. You have one day. No more. Contact on me on this frequency, I’ll be waiting.” Boss ended the transmission. 

     “Wait! We need more…” But it was too late.

 

* * *

 

     Jessica was led, struggling back her cell. “Wait! Please! Let me talk to me parents,” she protested. “I have to let them know that I’m okay.”

     “I’m sorry little lady,” her captor said. “You are being held incommunicado from here on out, Boss’s orders. Now get in here and be quiet!” He shoved her into the cell and slammed the door. Jessica sighed and heavily and sat back down in a corner of the cell, dismayed and disheartened.

 

* * *

 

     The Commissioner turned back to the McKinleys. “This is out of my hands now. The only way to even come close to the pirate’s demands, we may have to pull funds from our distribution centers and company bank accounts. But in order to do that, I need authorization from my superiors at main Holocomm headquarters on New Mars. I’ll get that set up now.” He went into the next room in order to speak on a secure channel. He returned about twenty minutes later with a report. “I’ve spoken with Holocomm and told them about the situation. They have agreed to send a negotiator. They must believe in the importance of this situation too because the negotiator is the Minister of Planetary Affairs herself. She will be here within the hour. We’ll resolve this situation yet, don’t worry.”

 

* * *

 

     The lieutenant’s skiff landed in the middle of the pirate’s base. Simon stepped out of his craft and went directly to boss. “We didn’t find anyone else, out there Boss but we did encounter a flight of Holocomm skiffs. It looked like a simple survey mission, sir.”

     “Very well, Simon,” answered Boss. “She must have just been lying to stall for time. Don’t think you’re off the hook, though. My threat still stands.”

     “Yes sir.” Simon left to go to his quarters.

 

* * *

 

     At length, a large transport craft touched down at the landing pad outside the main BC3 building during the waning hours of the afternoon. Everybody waited at the perimeter as a tall, authoritative looking woman with short, red hair emerged from the open door of the transport. She wore a smart gray business suit and she was followed out by a three-person entourage. Peter and Carol moved to greet her. “Thank you so much for coming, Minister,” said Peter, shaking her hand. “I am Peter McKinley and this is my wife, Carol.

     “How do you do, Minister,” Carol said, extending her hand as well.

     “I’m pleased to meet you two,” the Minister spoke. “My name is Kelly Schmidt and these are my associates: Mr. Bentley, my secretary. Mr. Milton, my advisor. And Mr. Harris, expert on the various pirate groups.” The three men exchanged greetings with the McKinleys also. “I hear that these roughnecks are holding your daughter hostage,” Kelly continued. “I assure you, Mr. and Mrs. McKinley, I will do everything in my power to negotiate her release.” Next she shook hands with Kurt and the Commissioner.

     “Right this way, Minister,” said the Commissioner. “We should hurry, we don’t have a lot of time.” The group proceeded across the courtyard and into the communications room.

     “Operator,” Kelly said. “Please contact the pirates right away.”

     “Yes, Minister.” The operator tapped on his keyboard and pulled up the screen. The pirate boss was sitting in a chair talking with Clinch when he noticed that his payers had returned.

     “Are you ready to talk again?” he growled.

     “Yes we are,” replied the Commissioner. “We have the Holocomm Minister of Planetary Affairs, who will be negotiating with you from now on.” Boss looked toward the woman whom the Commissioner indicated, unimpressed.

     “And what does that mean?” Kelly chose this time to speak to the pirate leader herself.

     “Let me get this straight Mr. Uh…”

     “Boss. Call me Boss.”

     “Let me get this straight Mr.…Boss. You have the daughter of our district manager. And you want seventy million dollars for her release.”

     “That’s right.”

     “That’s a lot of money, Mr. Boss. It’ll take time to process all the paperwork. A difficult task, seeing as you have given us…Ahem. One day to respond.”

     “I’m a reasonable man, Minister. I can probably spare you a few hours…depending on how cooperative you are.”

     “I have an alternative, Mr. Boss. The company offers twenty million right now. All the paper work has been done and we can deliver it soon. It’s a very good offer, I suggest you take it.”

     “That’s all? That’s not even almost half! You’re not getting away with that. “

     “Just a moment, please.” Kelly turned from the screen and turned to the McKinleys. “I’ll have to contact HQ briefly to see if they’re ready to offer more.” She went into the next room for a few minutes and then came back out. “Okay Mr. Boss, the company offers thirty million. Final offer. Take it or leave it.” Boss turned to Clinch.

     “Clench, go to the prisoner and make our position a little more…convincing. You know what to do.”

     “Yes I do,” Clinch answered slyly. He spat into a pan at the doorway and left the room.

     “Await us for a second while we consider your offer.” Boss pressed a button, and the screen went blue while the words “Stand By” appeared across the screen.

 

* * *

 

     Jessica heard footsteps approaching once again. “Open the door!” Clinch commanded. The guards obeyed. Clinch went inside and jerked Jessica to her feet. He led her outside and made her stand before him. “Your company is not being very cooperative, so Boss has ordered me make an example of you. Jessica looked at him blankly. Clinch reached back and punched Jessica hard in the face. She fell to the ground, stunned. “Get up!” He pulled her to her feet and punched her again. She yelped as she fell down again, holding her bleeding nose. Clinch kicked her repeatedly where she lay, flipping her over.

     “Ow!” she cried again. “Please…,” she began. Clinch pulled her up again and reached back but he didn’t throw the punch. Clinch lowered his arm and shoved her to the ground. She sat there, panting as sweat and tears fell from her face but she kept silent.

     “That’ll do. Come on.” Clinch pulled her back into the building where Boss waited. Harvey started when Clinch appeared back in the room, towing the battered Jessica behind him. Harvey looked, questioningly, at Boss. Boss returned the glance, uninterested, and focused his attention back to the view screen. Harvey stared, grim-faced, at Jessica’s wounds, saying nothing.

     “Get BC3 back on line,” Boss ordered. The screen came back on and Clinch shoved Jessica in front of it. “Look! Is this what you want?” Boss yelled angrily at the Minister as he held Jessica there. Kelly gasped and turned away, and the others exhibited a similar reaction. Carol and Peter looked in horror once again at what these cutthroats had done to their daughter. Boss turned Jessica to the side to show the bruises on her arm where she had been kicked and the cuts on her cheek. Carol couldn’t take any more and turned away. “You will give us what we want and you will give it to us now! Or else we will do something much worse next time! Think about it. You have twenty-four hours, no more.” He ended the transmission again.

     “I thought we weren’t going to harm the prisoner!” Harvey said indignantly as Jessica was shown out once again.

     “I’ve changed my mind,” he answered. “It seems that Holocomm needs a little more persuasion. Why? Is there a problem?” Boss narrowed his eyes at him.

     “No sir, no problem.” Harvey stooped as he submissively returned to his post.

     Jessica sat, in the dimly lit cell, thinking about home, and especially her brother. She stared at the ceiling, hopelessness etched on her face. She was deep in thought “My friends and parents have always said that I am resourceful, clever, and caring. Yet with all my ingenuity and attributes, I can’t save my own brother or even get two hours in the wilderness without running into impassible barriers. They say I’m quite the athlete, but I’m already exhausted. Why don’t I have more energy than this? I’m supposed to be Jessica McKinley. I persevere. Well, what do you expect? You’ve just had the stuffing beat out of you.” (she said this to herself She sighed heavily. “Being reduced to this, I…no Jessica. Remember what you have to do? You have to get help for Norman. You have to fight the urge to give up. Aren’t you a McKinley? I will escape. God, I really need your strength now. Please help me escape, show me what to do. I know you’re still with me and him" She pulled her knees up to her chest. The evening was getting cold.

     Harvey asked Boss to be relieved, as it was time to change the guard. “Okay Harvey, Get Wilson in here to replace you. Good night, captain.”

     “’Night Boss.” Harvey called Wilson and walked out into the night, going around to the open-air café that the pirates had set up. Most of the other pirates were in front of Boss’s cabin sitting around heat lamps, talking and joking boisterously. Harvey brushed the empty bottles away that lay on the counter. He ordered a light Scotch and sat down beside a fellow pirate who was obviously very drunk. “How you doing, Phil,” he asked the man.

     “Ahh…fiiiine. Just fine, Har-vey! Got me a niiice drink go’n ‘er. Fiiiine as fawg hair split tree ways all tell ya!”

     “Very nice, Phil.” Harvey rolled his eyes at the man’s foolishness as he took a sip from his drink. He continued to try to carry on a conversation with Phil as much as he could, simply because there was nothing better to do. “So how was your day?”

     “Fine. Jus’ fine Harv! Got me a nice drinks now ta’ end it with, too!”

     “Yes, I think you’ve really established that by now, Phil.” He turned to look at the stars. “Hey Phil, you ever feel like you’re stuck in a rut with a “nowhere job” sometimes? I mean sure I’m the captain of the guard, but I’ve served Boss so long I reckon I should be a 4-star officer by now. What do you thi-Phil? Phil?” But Phil was fast asleep upon the counter. A thin stream of saliva dribbled from his open mouth. Harvey sighed and took another drink of his Scotch.

     One of Jessica’s guards brought a platter of food to the door and stepped inside. “Here’s your supper, girly,” he announced as he placed it at her feet. Jessica could smell the awful stench of beer on his breath. She held her nose.

     “Whew! Somebody needs a breath mint and a bath,” she thought to herself.

     “Hey, Bubba,” called the other guard in a wavering voice. He tripped over the bottle that he had just finished drinking out of as he approached Bubba.

     “Yeah, Krock?”

     “I got a good idea! Boss don’t seem to care about keeping the prisoner safe no more…I say we make her life a little more miserable. What do you say?”

     “Hey, You got a point there… but are you sure Boss won’t mind?”

     “Dead sure. Besides, who says he should ever know?”

     “Rrrright. Let’s get ‘er.” He stepped close and reached for Jessica. She tried to cringe out of his reach.

     “Let me do the honors.” Krock pushed Bubba’s arm out of the way and reached for Jessica himself.

     “Hey! Why do you always have to have the ‘honors’?”

     “Because I’m older than you, Bubba and besides I don’t always have the honors.”

     “You do too!” He pushed Krock.

     “Hey why’re you shovn’ me?”

     “Cause you deserve it!”

     “I’ll show you what you deserve!” He punched Bubba square in the nose. A furious fistfight erupted as the men threw punches back and fourth. Krock reached back and slugged Bubba. He fell to the ground, out cold. “He he he! Showed him! I’ll bet-" Krock felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around. All he saw was a huge fist coming towards him and then stars. He fell over Bubba on the ground. Now he was out cold.

     Harvey sat in his chair, musing when he heard a noise. It was hard to make out from the sound of the laughter coming from in front of the cabin, but he still heard it. He looked curiously in the direction of Jessica’s cell.

     A shadowy figure picked up the rifle that Krock had been holding and moved to Jessica’s side. She could see that the figure wore a backpack and a utility belt but could distinguish nothing else about it. It spoke to her in hushed tones. “I’m glad I found where they were holding you! I thought maybe-uh Jessica? Is that you?” Jessica was startled for a second and then stiffened up.

     “Yeah, that’s my name. Who are you?” she demanded. It was almost completely dark except for a sliver of light coming from the side window. In their drunkenness, the two guards neglected to put up a night-light.

     “It’s me, Sean.” Jessica started with recognition.

     “Sean! Sean Westcliffe? How did you get out here?”

     “It’s a long story, but we need to get you out of here.” He carefully helped her to her feet and handed her Bubba’s rifle. “Follow me.”

     “Where will we go?”

     “I left my skiff just beyond the rocks outlying the base. If we’re careful, we will be able to sneak back to it before the pirates know that we’re gone.” Jessica followed Sean to the other side of the holding cell, and they were about to continue when a voice boomed from behind them.

     “Hold it right there!” it commanded. Jessica and Sean turned to see Harvey standing behind them, rifle raised and pointed at them. “You’d better drop the weapons, kids. You don’t want to challenge twenty years of experience.” The two teenagers reluctantly tossed their weapons aside. Harvey stepped up to them, ready for any false move. “Did you really think you could escape from the Four Corpses? No one has ever tried it and lived. I should know.”

     “You are animals!” Jessica blurted in rage. “Your guards were so drunk that an old man could escape them! You are vulgar, heartless beasts!”

     “Maybe so, but you’re not exactly in the position to throw insults right now. Now listen up! If I wanted to, I could blow both of you away right now. Or I could show you back to your cell, Jessica, and shoot your friend for trying to steal seventy million dollars. But I’m not going to do either.” Harvey raised his weapon up to his shoulder and stepped aside. “The shortest way out of the camp is between the two ridges just ahead of you. But be careful. We have a mining operation going on back there, although it’s not well guarded. You’ll have to use some stealth but from what I gather, you’re already good at that. You’d better go before I change my mind.”

     “Why are you letting us go?”

     “We’ve never had such a valuable prisoner before, and it has gone to their heads. It’s a hard choice, but I have seen enough. This is not how you treat helpless kids, and especially a young girl! Now go!” They picked the guns up that they had dropped and started to run in the direction that Harvey had indicated. “GO!” Harvey watched them leave. He returned to Phil’s side, and quietly began sipping again. Presently, Phil awoke from his slumber with a yawn and a smack.

     “How’s it gon’ Phil,” Harvey asked idly.

     “Jus’ fine Harv…”