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Post by TheSource on Feb 1, 2019 20:01:48 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
Not having any sense of direction, far in the distance to her left she heard the barking of dogs and assumed those were bloodhounds attempting to pick up her scent, while to her right she could hear what sounded like cars or trucks traveling on the two-lane road and unknowing of which, if either, were those searching to do her harm or those searching to save her.
Ducking into the bushes as the barking and noise of the approaching vehicles grew closer, she discovered a stream just a few yards from the road and quickly jumped in and started to wade forward in its direction of flow in an attempt to cover her scent and tracks from the dogs she was sure were on her trail hoping that the stream led to someone that could help her escape and possibly explain the nightmare that she was in.
The further she waded, the sounds of dogs and vehicles were being drowned out by an increasing roar of an upstream rapids or waterfall, either one dangerous and possibly fatal to a skilled swimmer... let alone, Sandy, who had never had a swimming lesson or swam a stroke or been in water deeper than her knees in her short life.
Fear was quickly overtaking her as she struggled toward the opposite bank of the stream, but deep down she knew that fear was her enemy at the moment and that she had to conquer it here and now or be consumed either by it or by what she thought was tracking her.
Sandy found herself being propelled by the current on a collision course with a huge rock outcropping with no means of slowing the speed so shutting her eyes and anticipating the certain fatal collision suddenly the current changed slightly, delivering her unscathed into a hidden cavern where she was able to regain her footing and wade to a dry area on the rock floor.
"What is this place?", she was asking herself taking stock of her new but somewhat 'very familiar' surroundings.
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Post by 2old on Feb 1, 2019 20:29:44 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
Not having any sense of direction, far in the distance to her left she heard the barking of dogs and assumed those were bloodhounds attempting to pick up her scent, while to her right she could hear what sounded like cars or trucks traveling on the two-lane road and unknowing of which, if either, were those searching to do her harm or those searching to save her.
Ducking into the bushes as the barking and noise of the approaching vehicles grew closer, she discovered a stream just a few yards from the road and quickly jumped in and started to wade forward in its direction of flow in an attempt to cover her scent and tracks from the dogs she was sure were on her trail hoping that the stream led to someone that could help her escape and possibly explain the nightmare that she was in.
The further she waded, the sounds of dogs and vehicles were being drowned out by an increasing roar of an upstream rapids or waterfall, either one dangerous and possibly fatal to a skilled swimmer... let alone, Sandy, who had never had a swimming lesson or swam a stroke or been in water deeper than her knees in her short life.
Fear was quickly overtaking her as she struggled toward the opposite bank of the stream, but deep down she knew that fear was her enemy at the moment and that she had to conquer it here and now or be consumed either by it or by what she thought was tracking her.
Sandy found herself being propelled by the current on a collision course with a huge rock outcropping with no means of slowing the speed so shutting her eyes and anticipating the certain fatal collision suddenly the current changed slightly, delivering her unscathed into a hidden cavern where she was able to regain her footing and wade to a dry area on the rock floor.
"What is this place?", she was asking herself taking stock of her new but somewhat 'very familiar' surroundings.
The familiarity, she realized was the fragrance of flowers along the rock ledges permeating the air with the same fragrances she remembered from childhood and reality began to set in that she would either die here passively enjoying the beauty around her or dig deep to find the courage required to survive the harrowing experiences of the past few days.
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Post by TheSource on Feb 1, 2019 21:06:51 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
Not having any sense of direction, far in the distance to her left she heard the barking of dogs and assumed those were bloodhounds attempting to pick up her scent, while to her right she could hear what sounded like cars or trucks traveling on the two-lane road and unknowing of which, if either, were those searching to do her harm or those searching to save her.
Ducking into the bushes as the barking and noise of the approaching vehicles grew closer, she discovered a stream just a few yards from the road and quickly jumped in and started to wade forward in its direction of flow in an attempt to cover her scent and tracks from the dogs she was sure were on her trail hoping that the stream led to someone that could help her escape and possibly explain the nightmare that she was in.
The further she waded, the sounds of dogs and vehicles were being drowned out by an increasing roar of an upstream rapids or waterfall, either one dangerous and possibly fatal to a skilled swimmer... let alone, Sandy, who had never had a swimming lesson or swam a stroke or been in water deeper than her knees in her short life.
Fear was quickly overtaking her as she struggled toward the opposite bank of the stream, but deep down she knew that fear was her enemy at the moment and that she had to conquer it here and now or be consumed either by it or by what she thought was tracking her.
Sandy found herself being propelled by the current on a collision course with a huge rock outcropping with no means of slowing the speed so shutting her eyes and anticipating the certain fatal collision suddenly the current changed slightly, delivering her unscathed into a hidden cavern where she was able to regain her footing and wade to a dry area on the rock floor.
"What is this place?", she was asking herself taking stock of her new but somewhat 'very familiar' surroundings.
The familiarity, she realized was the fragrance of flowers along the rock ledges permeating the air with the same fragrances she remembered from childhood and reality began to set in that she would either die here passively enjoying the beauty around her or dig deep to find the courage required to survive the harrowing experiences of the past few days.
As she made her way deeper into the cavern knowing that she couldn't go back outside without compromising her temporary safety, she turned her self toward a glimmer of light ahead that looked light the glowing light of a campfire accompanied by a voice that said, "Welcome Sandy. I've been expecting you."
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Post by 2old on Feb 2, 2019 21:10:08 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
Not having any sense of direction, far in the distance to her left she heard the barking of dogs and assumed those were bloodhounds attempting to pick up her scent, while to her right she could hear what sounded like cars or trucks traveling on the two-lane road and unknowing of which, if either, were those searching to do her harm or those searching to save her.
Ducking into the bushes as the barking and noise of the approaching vehicles grew closer, she discovered a stream just a few yards from the road and quickly jumped in and started to wade forward in its direction of flow in an attempt to cover her scent and tracks from the dogs she was sure were on her trail hoping that the stream led to someone that could help her escape and possibly explain the nightmare that she was in.
The further she waded, the sounds of dogs and vehicles were being drowned out by an increasing roar of an upstream rapids or waterfall, either one dangerous and possibly fatal to a skilled swimmer... let alone, Sandy, who had never had a swimming lesson or swam a stroke or been in water deeper than her knees in her short life.
Fear was quickly overtaking her as she struggled toward the opposite bank of the stream, but deep down she knew that fear was her enemy at the moment and that she had to conquer it here and now or be consumed either by it or by what she thought was tracking her.
Sandy found herself being propelled by the current on a collision course with a huge rock outcropping with no means of slowing the speed so shutting her eyes and anticipating the certain fatal collision suddenly the current changed slightly, delivering her unscathed into a hidden cavern where she was able to regain her footing and wade to a dry area on the rock floor.
"What is this place?", she was asking herself taking stock of her new but somewhat 'very familiar' surroundings.
The familiarity, she realized was the fragrance of flowers along the rock ledges permeating the air with the same fragrances she remembered from childhood and reality began to set in that she would either die here passively enjoying the beauty around her or dig deep to find the courage required to survive the harrowing experiences of the past few days.
As she made her way deeper into the cavern knowing that she couldn't go back outside without compromising her temporary safety, she turned her self toward a glimmer of light ahead that looked light the glowing light of a campfire accompanied by a voice that said, "Welcome Sandy. I've been expecting you."
There was no immediate recognition of who this was until it registered she had seen his face on a recent broadcast of "Morning Joe" and she was in shock as to why the Director of the FBI was standing in front of her, knew her name, and appeared to be alone.
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Post by TheSource on Feb 3, 2019 18:21:24 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
Not having any sense of direction, far in the distance to her left she heard the barking of dogs and assumed those were bloodhounds attempting to pick up her scent, while to her right she could hear what sounded like cars or trucks traveling on the two-lane road and unknowing of which, if either, were those searching to do her harm or those searching to save her.
Ducking into the bushes as the barking and noise of the approaching vehicles grew closer, she discovered a stream just a few yards from the road and quickly jumped in and started to wade forward in its direction of flow in an attempt to cover her scent and tracks from the dogs she was sure were on her trail hoping that the stream led to someone that could help her escape and possibly explain the nightmare that she was in.
The further she waded, the sounds of dogs and vehicles were being drowned out by an increasing roar of an upstream rapids or waterfall, either one dangerous and possibly fatal to a skilled swimmer... let alone, Sandy, who had never had a swimming lesson or swam a stroke or been in water deeper than her knees in her short life.
Fear was quickly overtaking her as she struggled toward the opposite bank of the stream, but deep down she knew that fear was her enemy at the moment and that she had to conquer it here and now or be consumed either by it or by what she thought was tracking her.
Sandy found herself being propelled by the current on a collision course with a huge rock outcropping with no means of slowing the speed so shutting her eyes and anticipating the certain fatal collision suddenly the current changed slightly, delivering her unscathed into a hidden cavern where she was able to regain her footing and wade to a dry area on the rock floor.
"What is this place?", she was asking herself taking stock of her new but somewhat 'very familiar' surroundings.
The familiarity, she realized was the fragrance of flowers along the rock ledges permeating the air with the same fragrances she remembered from childhood and reality began to set in that she would either die here passively enjoying the beauty around her or dig deep to find the courage required to survive the harrowing experiences of the past few days.
As she made her way deeper into the cavern knowing that she couldn't go back outside without compromising her temporary safety, she turned her self toward a glimmer of light ahead that looked light the glowing light of a campfire accompanied by a voice that said, "Welcome Sandy. I've been expecting you."
There was no immediate recognition of who this was until it registered she had seen his face on a recent broadcast of "Morning Joe" and she was in shock as to why the Director of the FBI was standing in front of her, knew her name, and appeared to be alone.
It was all starting to make sense now as she approached Director Wray with a cautious sense of security and familiarity that had eluded her up to this point in time.
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Post by 2old on Feb 3, 2019 18:36:54 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
Not having any sense of direction, far in the distance to her left she heard the barking of dogs and assumed those were bloodhounds attempting to pick up her scent, while to her right she could hear what sounded like cars or trucks traveling on the two-lane road and unknowing of which, if either, were those searching to do her harm or those searching to save her.
Ducking into the bushes as the barking and noise of the approaching vehicles grew closer, she discovered a stream just a few yards from the road and quickly jumped in and started to wade forward in its direction of flow in an attempt to cover her scent and tracks from the dogs she was sure were on her trail hoping that the stream led to someone that could help her escape and possibly explain the nightmare that she was in.
The further she waded, the sounds of dogs and vehicles were being drowned out by an increasing roar of an upstream rapids or waterfall, either one dangerous and possibly fatal to a skilled swimmer... let alone, Sandy, who had never had a swimming lesson or swam a stroke or been in water deeper than her knees in her short life.
Fear was quickly overtaking her as she struggled toward the opposite bank of the stream, but deep down she knew that fear was her enemy at the moment and that she had to conquer it here and now or be consumed either by it or by what she thought was tracking her.
Sandy found herself being propelled by the current on a collision course with a huge rock outcropping with no means of slowing the speed so shutting her eyes and anticipating the certain fatal collision suddenly the current changed slightly, delivering her unscathed into a hidden cavern where she was able to regain her footing and wade to a dry area on the rock floor.
"What is this place?", she was asking herself taking stock of her new but somewhat 'very familiar' surroundings.
The familiarity, she realized was the fragrance of flowers along the rock ledges permeating the air with the same fragrances she remembered from childhood and reality began to set in that she would either die here passively enjoying the beauty around her or dig deep to find the courage required to survive the harrowing experiences of the past few days.
As she made her way deeper into the cavern knowing that she couldn't go back outside without compromising her temporary safety, she turned her self toward a glimmer of light ahead that looked light the glowing light of a campfire accompanied by a voice that said, "Welcome Sandy. I've been expecting you."
There was no immediate recognition of who this was until it registered she had seen his face on a recent broadcast of "Morning Joe" and she was in shock as to why the Director of the FBI was standing in front of her, knew her name, and appeared to be alone.
It was all starting to make sense now as she approached Director Wray with a cautious sense of security and familiarity that had eluded her up to this point in time.
One night... Another life... Sandy knew that there was a chance her one-night-stand with the current President of the United States might be discovered and the fact that it was, in fact, close to an orgy that included businessmen from the Soviet Union could have law enforcement question what she had heard and whether they wanted her to make a statement as to what she knew... or silence her forever so the truth would never be revealed.
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Post by 2old on Feb 5, 2019 12:57:03 GMT -5
Chapter 11
Never imagining her life story would be told in an autobiographical novel, Sandy would be even more amazed when reading it some years later that she would be face to face with her bankruptcy attorney in Chapter 11!
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Post by TheSource on Feb 5, 2019 19:53:29 GMT -5
Chapter 11
Never imagining her life story would be told in an autobiographical novel, Sandy would be even more amazed when reading it some years later that she would be face to face with her bankruptcy attorney in Chapter 11!
Thinking back through the past seven years, Sandy reflected upon that time she was in the cavern trying to evade capture as she was seemingly helped by Director Wray and the familiar voice from the shadows that was to reveal itself before suddenly lapsing into a mysterious coma that lasted for four of those seven years and who that voice was as she had never had the chance to find out exactly who it was and why they were there in the first place.
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Post by TheSource on Feb 6, 2019 12:43:16 GMT -5
On behalf of 2old and all those that contributed to the novel, I would like to thank each and every one for your contribution(s). The novel/novella can be read in its entirety in a thread pinned at the top of the board entitled "Lady Lost" by 2old. Please feel free to leave a comment there if you so wish.
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