Hunted

HUNTED Chapter 29

Moresby Island

Henrietta Lang and her counterparts had no idea what they were heading into. With their weapons ready, Hetty gave the green light to the agents to prepare to fire. They flew over Mitchell Inlet, from where they were, they could see a building burning below and their hearts sank. The location of where the Campbell family were was in flames. Armed men in dark green outfits moved swiftly around the area, searching for evidence of any survivors. They looked up and saw the helicopters and aimed fire. The agents fired back, hoping they hit the bad guys, who they knew to be Russian former KGB operatives, and not their own people.

A few men went down, it was hard with the forest around the area, to determine just how many there were, but these men, unlike the ones on Lanz Island, were trained for combat, and they weren't going down as easily.

"We'll have to land somewhere else," the pilot instructed. "It's not safe. I saw an area to the south that will be perfect, but it will involve walking the rest of the way."

"We don't have time," Hetty replied. "Our people are down there, maybe they're alive, maybe not. But we need to do what we can to protect them if they are."

The pilot nodded and moved in to land near to the cabin. It placed them in the firing line, but with the other two helicopters hovering to provide cover, they were able to jump down and move into a more secure position. Then the second helicopter did the same, until all three helicopters were secure on the ground. They moved around the area, separating by their units, until they were certain they had the cabin secure. Tony moved forward, the cabin now stood like a shell, only the stone chimney stood tall, smoke smouldered as the last of the contents of the cabin burned to ashes.

"I can't see how anyone could have survived this." Tony knelt down to take a closer look. "I can see traces of wiring around the here, which looks like what was the front door. I can smell ammonia. Definitely explosives did this." He looked up, he was worried when he saw the grave look on Hetty's face. She looked so pale.

"Hetty?"

She drew in a deep breath and coughed. The air was polluted by smoke from the burnt out cabin. She stood stoic in her place, but she felt like death.

"We need to find them, before those Russians do." She refused to believe they were dead. Looking at the wreckage, there was no evidence of any charred bodies. Hope remained.

Tony nodded. "I wish I knew what their back up plan was for this place?"

Movement in the trees behind the cabin caught Tony's attention. He jumped when he saw a pair of brown eyes staring back at him. "Sam?"

Sam Hanna had barely moved out of the explosive range of the cabin, when it exploded. His plan to disconnect the wires to the explosives hadn't gone to plan. The most important thing was, that he knew that there wasn't anyone inside the cabin when it blew. He looked at Hetty, "they're safe. No one was inside when it blew. Janvier burned G to the Russians."

"We know."

"Our suspects talked then?"

"Yes and no." Hetty's body relaxed, now she knew that everyone was safe. But for how long? With an unnumbered armed men still in the vicinity, danger hadn't been eradicated completely.

"We came to the conclusion that he was behind burning Mr Callen." Hetty continued. "He knows Mr Callen's name."

"He does?" Surprise washed over Sam's face. "Well he died with that knowledge. Gibbs shot him."

"We saw his body near the jetty." Hetty turned when she heard more movement, her hands held out her Smith and Wesson, in anticipation.

"Hetty!" Deeks exclaimed, worried his boss would shoot them. Kensi and Deeks pushed through the tree line, relieved to see Sam alive.