Camp Terror: Manipulate

Almost immediately after realising what he had been missing, Tom began to try and connect the dormant version of Bobby that lived within his watch with the variation that lived in the servers. “This isn’t getting anywhere,” he complained. “I need something more powerful than my watch…”

            “What?” Jack asked quickly jumping to his feet. “I need something to do.”

            After a brief pause Tom sighed and stated: “Underneath the seat in my caravan, buried beneath the bedding in there.”

Jack nodded and turned to leave before Tom stopped him. “I’ll continue working here, see if I can break through. Scout it out a bit, get the laptop last. And Jack. Don’t be seen.”

            “You don’t see me unless I want to be seen,” Jack smiled before running off into the woods.

As he rushed silently and invisibly through the woods he came up to the campsite play park. He moved through the area quickly until he came to the spider’s web, at the top of which was a young girl, no older than fifteen. And around her at the bottom of the net were at least four terrorists, each of which appeared to come from startlingly different ethnic backgrounds. Two were British white, the third was Syrian and the fourth was from east Asia.

            “Come on down girl,” one of the British men suggested.

            “No!” the girl screamed back. “I am perfectly fine up here.”

            “But if you fall you’ll die,” the Asian dude laughed malevolently.

            “I don’t fall,” the girl sneered at the very idea. “If there is anyone who is invisible. Can you please help!” she called afterwards, baffling the four attackers.

It took Jack a couple of seconds to realise that she was referring to him. But how she knew he was there? He did not know that. “Say, since you are probably going to kill me once you’ve done what you want to do, what do you want with this holiday park?”

            “We want peace for our countries,” stated the Syrian.

            “Then why are two of you British?” the girl questioned pointing straight at the two British men.

            “Why do you sound like you’re from France?”

            “I spent about ten years there,” she blinked. “What does that matter?”

            “You speak like English is your first language…” the Asian sighed.

            “It is,” the girl noted as Jack moved up behind one of the British men. “It is also the first language of the person behind your friend over there,” she pointed towards Jack who quickly snapped the neck of his target and moved on to his next.

            “What the hell!” the second British man yelled. “How the hell did you do that!?”

Jack meanwhile moved in behind the Syrian and blinded the idiot, disarmed him, shot him with his own weapon and then shot the Asian, leaving only the British due alive. “She didn’t,” Jack smirked as he materialised in front of the British dude.

            “What…”

            “Shut up,” Jack snarled before punching him in the face, knocking him unconscious. “You coming down or what?”

            “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming,” the girl moaned.

Once she was down, Jack shoved the gun into her arms and told her to run. “Okay. Emma, I’ll take this idiot back to your dad,” he explained. “You run. Don’t get caught. You run and you find NCIS. Tell them to look for three hundred to three hundred and fifty hertz. Now go!”

The girl then took of running towards the entrance of the campsite before suddenly springing upwards into the trees, after which she just simple branch jumping to evade any possible hostiles.

Tom suddenly jolted as the only terrorist left of the four crashed down against a tree behind him. He turned to see Jack quickly tying the jerk upright to the tree. “Explain…” Tom ordered.

            “He and three others were trying to attack your daughter. I’m not too sure what they wanted to do though…” Jack explained as he tightened the rope a tad too tight.

            “Loosen slightly, we want him to be able to breath,” Tom cautioned. “Now what was Emma doing here?”

            “God knows,” Jack shrugged. “Either way, she has the frequency that only we know.”

            “Where is she now?” Tom pushed.

            “Running. She is going to NCIS,” Jack added.

            “If she can get past the perimeter,” Bobby sounded from Tom’s watch. “I’m connected…barely.”

            “What do you mean?” Tom asked, the worry in his voice causing the British terrorist to smirk briefly before being hit in the face by Jack.

            “The perimeter is completely covered by the terrorists. And there is defiantly something bigger going on here, there is no way a terrorist cell of this size has managed to grow and then takeover the campsite without someone blowing it ages ago,” Bobby explained. “The entire river, the entire perimeter of the site. There are at least two hundred of them…”

            “Something else has organised them,” Tom agreed. “But who…”

*****

Meanwhile the abductees had all been marched into and then locked inside of the tennis courts with two heavily armed guards at the sole entrance, Cameron was close to that exit but the guards prevented escape, or movement further into the group to locate Erin or Ollie.

He was taken completely of guard when he caught sight of Erin being dragged into Reception. That was when he decided that he need to get out and find Tom in order to take these guys out for good. “Shadows,” he whispered. “Engulf me in darkness,” he added, causing the shadows of everyone around him to suddenly lurch towards him.

This got the secondary guards’ attention, they began walking, almost absentmindedly towards him. However by the time they arrived at his location, he was gone.

Behind them, Cameron hid in plain sight, concealed by the shadows and setting sun. “Assholes,” he sneered before grabbing their colours and forcing the shadows onto them as well. Once they were no longer visible to their comrades, Cameron spun them around and began beating them to a pulp. Once he was sure they were no longer able to move, he grabbed their arms and dragged both men out of the tennis courts and towards the woods where he his them within plain sight in the play park.

Well maybe not in plain sight…

He hid them within the kids’ playground where the grown terrorists were least likely to go. After ensuring they were deceased he started off in his search for Tom.

*****

Connor had been left in a cold dark room for half an hour, in pain, his knee throbbing, his arm aching, his head pounding, his arm broken. He was in the worse shape imaginable to man. But his day went from absolutely horrible to absolute hell when Carl and Dom walked in dragging Erin with them.

            “Now pretty boy, we’ve found your sister,” Carl warned the obvious.

            “Yes captain obvious,” Connor whimpered, barely able to form words

            “No smart arse comments,” Carl snapped, placing his gun to Erin’s head. “Now who are you working for?”

            “Erin,” he moaned. “Why not fight?”

            “Because we aren’t allowed to,” she cried. “Do you think I would leave you here if I was able to fight?”

            “Screw the rules,” Connor snapped. “We can’t let them win, no matter what the cost.”

            “Enough talk,” Dom barked as he placed Erin’s hand up against a wall and brought a knife down upon a her little finger causing her to scream out in pain.

            “NCIS and Protector collab!” Connor called out as they wrapped a piece of cloth around what remained of Erin’s finger. “A Protector-NCIS joint operation to take out Geoff and Jackie’s cell.”

            “Now that wasn’t too hard. Was it,” Carl smiled condescendingly.

            “Rot in hell,” Connor snarled while Erin sobbed. “Rot. In. Hell.”

            “Will do,” Dom laughed before taking his leave with Erin.

            As Carl left Connor called, “Are you sure you have us all? There were five of us. Can you count?”

            “There were only four of you. Unless you can just disappear when you like,” Carl countered.

            “In that case there are six of us,” Connor smiled weakly. “Enjoy the paranoia since you know I’m telling the truth. And you only know where four of us at the most are. It is probably three by now…”

            “You are just trying to get inside by head,” Carl snarled before storming out of the room and slamming the door shut, leaving Connor in the dark with his pain yet again.