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Chapter 26

MJ sat back and hugged her knees to her chest, her left arm still hanging behind her, the chain stretched out completely.

"How did you get here?" She asked him across the room.

There was maybe 10 feet separating them. It was somehow even more devastating than all the days and miles from before.

"I went down, they pulled me up. I woke up here. I'm guessing it hasn't been more than a few hours."

She nodded. "You're correct."

"I thought one of my men would have found you. I suppose the one following you didn't make it."

She wanted to gag, thinking about his dead weight on top of her. "He didn't."

She hesitated, deeply, to go on. To reveal that his men had found her, but something had stopped them from completing the task. "You know when Halcon said I had chosen not to go with you, he was lying."

"I could have guessed."

She took a few hurried breaths. Simon was nervous as to what she might say. She had been here long enough to go through plenty he hadn't seen.

"Your team did find me. Soap did." He sat up a little straighter. MJ couldn't fight the tears in her voice. She sounded like a child, she was afraid, and so deeply heartbroken. It was infinitely unfair that she had influenced any of their actions. Or suffering. "He was looking for you."

Simon didn't answer. He laid his head back against the wall and steadied his heart rate.

"He could see me but he couldn't get down to me, he said he would come around." She had to tell him, maybe he would reassure her somehow. She laid her head down on her knees, muffling her voice. "He never came."

"Oh." Simon said, low. Under his breath.

He had been very, very focused on finding her. Ending this. He hadn't thought much about the usual consequences of these types of missions. He knew Soap wouldn't have told Mariana he was coming to help and then changed his mind. He never lied. That could only mean that something had happened to him between telling her that and finding a way to her. Simon had hoped in looking for him, someone would have found her. Of course Johnny had. The thought that he might have lost him out there, that Soap was lying alone in the sand in place of him was a crushing weight.

That made it all the more important that they get out. He didn't know how, or what they were planning, and he didn't know what was left of the 141. He didn't know how to comfort her, either. She was sitting in the middle of the room like she would pull her own arm off to get to him and there was nothing he could do about it.

"This never should have been about me. I'm so sorry, Simon." Her voice was still muffled against her legs.

She knew he was stealthy, tough enough not to get caught. She could guess he had let them take him because he thought he would have some advantage from inside.

"Tell me they haven't hurt you."

He had broken his promise, the one to keep this from ending at her expense. He could see that she was standing, walking, having a conversation. But he needed to hear her say it. And there was no use dwelling on Soap's disappearance. It had obviously been eating her up, it would eat him, too, when he let it but for now he had to determine some chance to get out before things took another turn.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, picking up on his change of subject. Losing Soap might not be something he could recover from, and she didn't care to go over and over what might have happened with him when she had already spent hours alone with it.