Chapter 8
Mac snuck across the room and lifted the painting from the wall. "Remember sierra8, we need that disk"
"Well, I kinda need to get it open first Gulf." She said, her usual self.
"Sierra8, your hair is in the way of the camera" she grabbed the scrunchy from her wrist and tied it back.
"Better?"
"Yeah"
"Any ideas yet Abs?"
"Nope, you?"
"Not a clue" she said, pulling out her pad and pencil. "Now, any ideas on the code."
"Um… try 65 93 02 47" Mac typed it in, no joy.
"Nae joy"
"Nae?"
"No" Mac corrected herself.
"How about…" she said to herself, tapping her pencil on the already full piece if paper. "77 26 39 18" Abby heard the beep. "Damn it"
"Wrong?"
"Yup. One more try" she said, "Idea Abs?"
"Um, maybe."
"Maybe is better than no"
"Um…get ready to run. 29 64 78 60" Mac let out a deep breath. She heard another sound this time.
"Got it" she said grabbing the disk and moving to run. At that minute the alarm sounded. "Ben elef" she swore. "I've been made. Harah" she said, grabbing the disk and making a run for it. She stopped when she saw three glocks shoved in her face. "Otyebis ot menya!" she yelled at them, they threw her against the wall and something rattled. The next thing she saw was black.
"Shit!" Gibbs yelled from MTAC.
"I thought you said she had three shots?" Abby yelled back
"She was supposed to. I can't believe this."
"Oh and another thing, how many languages did she swear in?" Abby asked, trying to get her mind off it.
"Two, Hebrew and Russian."
"Wow" Abby said quietly. "I need to tell Chris." Abby said, going to leave.
"Abs, I'll get her back" he said reassuringly.
"I know" she said, leaving MTAC.
"Shit" she muttered as things came into focus. She noticed it was the next morning and she had definitely been moved, she was now somewhere in the country. Her top was ripped and she was bleeding a little. She saw one of the men advancing towards her. He went to hit her. She was hurt but was still quick. She twisted as kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying. "Al ta'atzben otti!"
"What!" he yelled.
"Don't piss me off!" she translated. "Ma nisrat lech bamoch?" she said, just to piss him off. Before she knew it, another man grabbed her from behind, a hand round her waist and one round her neck. "Ah" she moaned. He threw Mac, who was still tied up, up against the wall and hit her with the back of his hand. "Wad al haram" she swore in Arabic. Using the wall as leverage she swung her leg and hit him square on the side of the head, he fell to the ground. The first guy was upon her again, from behind this time. She felt a needle penetrate her arm, she got dizzy and fell to the floor, unconscious.
Chapter End Notes:
mac shows off her language skills