Saving Khloe - PUBLISHED

Chapter 2

Chapter Two 

Logan Novak 

F.D.A.P (Fort Daniel Army Personnel) Military Base

Location: Classified

As the HH-60 Air Force Helicopter lands on the bases' tarmac, I gaze around at my surroundings. The base is enclosed by miles of forest, seeming to have no contact with civilization. A number of soldiers run along the road that's been used for training, as others sit in groups, probably on a break. Grabbing my army duffle bag, I jump off the helicopter and unto the ground, and Chris follows suit.

Seeing the familiar ambiance, I can't help but miss being away from this base for so long. Everything seems just as I'd left it. Soldiers stop in their tracks to stare at us, but I choose to ignore them, my goal on arriving at the briefing room as fast as I possibly can. The quicker we find the location of Ms. Anderson, the faster I get to go home.

A soldier walks up to us, "Commander Novak," she greets me, then turning to Chris, she continues, "Lieutenant Grant, welcome to the F.D.A.P base. I've been given orders to direct you both to the controls room where the General is awaiting your presence."

She immediately leaves, and we follow her to the controls room. Chris keeps his gaze on her backside, and I chuckle, looking at my best friend in disbelief. He turns to look at me, shrugs and returns his gaze to the woman's derriere.

The General is standing in the centre of the controls room when we enter, being surrounded by Soldiers typing away on the computers before them. He looks at the monitors, hoping to hear some good news about his daughter.

"Commander Novak, thank you for being here," Anderson greets, but I know it's taking all of his strength to stand in the room full of his fellow soldiers as they try finding his daughter's location.

"General Anderson." I shake his outstretched hand, "I'm happy to be of service to you. I know this must be difficult."

He nods. "I need all the help I can get."

I nod, turning to the front screen. The 100 inch monitor shows a series of traffic cameras of the familiar streets of New York City, and I realize that they're still trying to find something that will indicate a possible suspect.

"Any leads?" Chris asks as he too looks at the screens. They don't seem to be following a specific car via the traffic cameras, which can only mean that they have no idea what they're actually looking for.

"Nothing," Anderson sighs. "No one has called to do any negotiations. It's already been 36 hours since she went missing."

I frown. Kidnappers normally wait until twenty-four hours have passed to place their call and begin negotiations. They haven't reached out to demand anything? What are they waiting for? They must have a lot of patience to have not placed a call to her father. In those hours, she could be hurt, or worse-

"Any suspects?" I ask the general himself. He probably has some form of enemy that he would best be able to remember. Why else would they kidnap his daughter? A man's weakness is his family.

"I've taken down too many terrorists and drug cartels over the years to remember any of them vowing revenge," he replies, a faraway look in his eyes. "Most people I could think of, are either dead, or in a state prison."

I nod. That's true. For the years I'd been on the force, I'd also taken down countless criminals. If something like this occurred, I'd never be able to remember who it was. However, thinking about Anderson's daughter, I can't help but question her kidnapper's motives. Why her? Could it be that they couldn't get close enough to the General that they would go after his daughter? What do they think to gain from her? It's not like her father would tell her any Classified Intel of the United States Army. And she'd moved away from home years before. She didn't seem to be so bothered about her dad's occupation.