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ever flown a plane?"
There was a pause.
"Only once. In a simulator." Logan pulled back on the controller, and the plane rocked as it lifted off the ground.
"In a simulator?" The words tumbled from her lips as she passed out.
****
It was hours later when Mara picked herself up out of her seat and looked around, at the clouds and morning light spilling through the glass. She blinked at the bright light and then self-consciously wiped at her face and palmed her hair before straightening in the seat to turn to Logan.
He glanced at her and grinned before he turned back to the controllers.
"How long was I out?" she asked over the hum of the plane.
"A while," he said, amused.
Mara glowered at him.
" Aaand , where are we going?" Her stomach gave a lurch, and she weakly pressed her face to the glass on the door and looked down. Below spanned sandy-orange desert that dipped and swelled, the open expanse dotted with the occasional palm. " Where are we?"
Logan looked at the gauges. "Well, I had planned to make it to Dakar and land just before there in a field or something."
"Dakar?" Her mind lurched now. She had heard of Dakar … where was Dakar? Her mind scrambled. The answer was in there somewhere.
Logan turned to her. "I'd say you look good, but…" He grimaced. "Are you all right?"
Mara looked down on herself and scowled. She looked a hot mess after being drugged and smuggled into another country. She had been threatened, hit, terrorized.
"Considering the circumstances, I'll put it this way—I'm still alive." She gave him a sharp look from under her lashes. "But, thanks. You look like shit, too, Logan."
She still couldn’t believe this was happening, that Logan was sitting beside her.
How was she supposed to feel right now?
Besides terrified.
Logan looked at the gages and turned to glance out the window, at the area below the plane. His brow drew tightly together, a frown forming and cracking the dried blood at the cut on his bottom lip.
Mara sucked in a breath.
"What now?" she asked.
He shook his head.
A ding sounded in the cabin, and Mara swiveled in her seat to look around with wide eyes. "What was that?"
"Fuel light. It's been doing that for a while." Logan looked down out the window again. "Guess here is good."
"What?" Mara asked, concerned. "Here's good for what?"
The engine clunked, and Logan winced.
"Maybe here was pushing it just a bit," he said.
"Oh, shit." Mara put a hand to her forehead, and as if on an afterthought, grappled to find a seatbelt. There wasn't one.
When her stomach began to rise into her throat at the free-fall feeling of plummeting to the earth in a plane, she started to scream. "Oh-my-God, oh-my-God, oh-my-God!"
"It's gonna be okay," Logan shouted to her as he pulled back on the controller. "Delta Force, remember?" He pointed to himself with his thumb.
Mara looked at him wildly. "In that simulator, did you practice crash landing?"
Logan shook his head and grinned. "Nope."
" Oooh ," Mara whimpered and threw her head between her legs and puked.
Chapter Seven
0800 hours, Monday
Somewhere in the Sahara, between Timbuktu and Mali
The last thing Mara remembered was puking her guts out. She blinked, looking at the sun from across whatever it was that she was lying on, something soft, gritty, and warm. She opened her eyes to dazedly watch as a scorpion scuttled across orange sand.
Sand?
" Aagh !" Mara lifted herself and scuttled, too, in the opposite direction of the black, eight-legged, pincher opened, and stinger readied three-inch long monster. She rolled, unsteadily coming up and gaining her feet as the creature wandered out of sight.
Mara stumbled before she tossed her hair back out of her face. " Uugh ." She gave a shudder and began to brush at her dress and hair, sand falling from her as she assured herself there were no scorpions clinging to her anywhere. She sighed as she fingered the rip in her dress along the top of her right thigh. Suzanne was going to
There was a pause.
"Only once. In a simulator." Logan pulled back on the controller, and the plane rocked as it lifted off the ground.
"In a simulator?" The words tumbled from her lips as she passed out.
****
It was hours later when Mara picked herself up out of her seat and looked around, at the clouds and morning light spilling through the glass. She blinked at the bright light and then self-consciously wiped at her face and palmed her hair before straightening in the seat to turn to Logan.
He glanced at her and grinned before he turned back to the controllers.
"How long was I out?" she asked over the hum of the plane.
"A while," he said, amused.
Mara glowered at him.
" Aaand , where are we going?" Her stomach gave a lurch, and she weakly pressed her face to the glass on the door and looked down. Below spanned sandy-orange desert that dipped and swelled, the open expanse dotted with the occasional palm. " Where are we?"
Logan looked at the gauges. "Well, I had planned to make it to Dakar and land just before there in a field or something."
"Dakar?" Her mind lurched now. She had heard of Dakar … where was Dakar? Her mind scrambled. The answer was in there somewhere.
Logan turned to her. "I'd say you look good, but…" He grimaced. "Are you all right?"
Mara looked down on herself and scowled. She looked a hot mess after being drugged and smuggled into another country. She had been threatened, hit, terrorized.
"Considering the circumstances, I'll put it this way—I'm still alive." She gave him a sharp look from under her lashes. "But, thanks. You look like shit, too, Logan."
She still couldn’t believe this was happening, that Logan was sitting beside her.
How was she supposed to feel right now?
Besides terrified.
Logan looked at the gages and turned to glance out the window, at the area below the plane. His brow drew tightly together, a frown forming and cracking the dried blood at the cut on his bottom lip.
Mara sucked in a breath.
"What now?" she asked.
He shook his head.
A ding sounded in the cabin, and Mara swiveled in her seat to look around with wide eyes. "What was that?"
"Fuel light. It's been doing that for a while." Logan looked down out the window again. "Guess here is good."
"What?" Mara asked, concerned. "Here's good for what?"
The engine clunked, and Logan winced.
"Maybe here was pushing it just a bit," he said.
"Oh, shit." Mara put a hand to her forehead, and as if on an afterthought, grappled to find a seatbelt. There wasn't one.
When her stomach began to rise into her throat at the free-fall feeling of plummeting to the earth in a plane, she started to scream. "Oh-my-God, oh-my-God, oh-my-God!"
"It's gonna be okay," Logan shouted to her as he pulled back on the controller. "Delta Force, remember?" He pointed to himself with his thumb.
Mara looked at him wildly. "In that simulator, did you practice crash landing?"
Logan shook his head and grinned. "Nope."
" Oooh ," Mara whimpered and threw her head between her legs and puked.
Chapter Seven
0800 hours, Monday
Somewhere in the Sahara, between Timbuktu and Mali
The last thing Mara remembered was puking her guts out. She blinked, looking at the sun from across whatever it was that she was lying on, something soft, gritty, and warm. She opened her eyes to dazedly watch as a scorpion scuttled across orange sand.
Sand?
" Aagh !" Mara lifted herself and scuttled, too, in the opposite direction of the black, eight-legged, pincher opened, and stinger readied three-inch long monster. She rolled, unsteadily coming up and gaining her feet as the creature wandered out of sight.
Mara stumbled before she tossed her hair back out of her face. " Uugh ." She gave a shudder and began to brush at her dress and hair, sand falling from her as she assured herself there were no scorpions clinging to her anywhere. She sighed as she fingered the rip in her dress along the top of her right thigh. Suzanne was going to
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