and hopefully we’ll be out of this dump sooner rather than later.”
The men settled down on their sleeping mats, each lost in their own thoughts about their wife, kids, and what they might find, if they find, America’s Darling, Sergeant Penelope Turner.
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T he next morning the men were up and ready before the sun came up. They headed out in pairs, ready for anything. Meeting back at the tent they’d been assigned by the aid workers that night, each pair of men reported what they’d observed.
“The west side of the camp looks to be the older side. The shelters are more established and the people there seem more settled,” Cookie told the group. I think it looks promising for the general area where Turner could be held. There wasn’t a lot of love for us as we walked around and when Mozart asked some of the other aid workers about that area, they said they rarely ventured too far into that side because they didn’t feel safe.”
Wolf nodded. “Makes sense. We were on the other side and there were a lot of women and children over there.”
“That could be a good place to hide her,” Dude commented, trying to play Devil’s Advocate.
“Yeah, but most of the men we saw were either very old or very young. It doesn’t seem to be a hotbed of ISIS activity. At least not at first glance,” Wolf cautioned.
“So it sounds like we can stick to the west and middle tomorrow then,” Abe said. “The center of camp seems to be a mix of families, single people, and kids.”
“Did anyone see anything that screamed ‘terrorist camp’ or did you get a glimpse of anyone that could be our target?” Wolf asked the group.
The men all shook their heads. “Not really. The robes and veils make this op almost impossible,” Cookie grumbled.
“We have to find her. I can’t bear to think of her in this shithole at the hands of those assholes,” Dude said, running a hand through his hair.
“We’ll do our best.” Wolf’s words were heartfelt, but they all knew they weren’t enough. They had to find this woman. “We’ll head out first thing in the morning. After tomorrow, we’ll take shifts and walk through the nights as well.”
“I’ll take the first night shift,” Dude volunteered. Wolf looked at his friend critically, knowing Dude wasn’t sleeping well because he was worried about Cheyenne and the pregnancy. He nodded. “That’s fine. I’ll work it with you to start.”
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S ergeant Penelope Turner was pissed off. She figured she probably should be scared or freaked-out, but honestly? She was just plain angry. As far as being kidnapped and held by terrorists went, she’d been lucky. They’d beaten the shit out of her the first couple of days they’d had her, but after the first video had gone viral, they’d realized she was more valuable as a propaganda tool than anything else.
They’d asked if she was a virgin, and Penelope had thought long and hard about which would be the best way to answer, and finally she’d admitted that she was not. She hadn’t been raped…yet, but figured the men were saving that as a torture technique for later if they needed it.
She’d been forced to read long soliloquies about ISIS’s complaints with the West and America, and honestly Penelope had no heartburn over reading whatever they wanted her to. She’d read War and Peace if they asked her to. It wasn’t as if she really believed what she was reading, and figured America in general would probably understand she was being forced to say the things she was.
But she did care about her fellow soldiers. She hadn’t seen her friends since they’d been kidnapped. Penelope had no idea how long she’d been in the company of the terrorist group, but thought it’d been around two months.
Thomas Black and Henry White were hilarious. Thomas was from Maine and had red hair and freckles. He frequently joked that he was a down-home “ginger from the north.” Henry was from Mississippi and had the darkest
The men settled down on their sleeping mats, each lost in their own thoughts about their wife, kids, and what they might find, if they find, America’s Darling, Sergeant Penelope Turner.
----
T he next morning the men were up and ready before the sun came up. They headed out in pairs, ready for anything. Meeting back at the tent they’d been assigned by the aid workers that night, each pair of men reported what they’d observed.
“The west side of the camp looks to be the older side. The shelters are more established and the people there seem more settled,” Cookie told the group. I think it looks promising for the general area where Turner could be held. There wasn’t a lot of love for us as we walked around and when Mozart asked some of the other aid workers about that area, they said they rarely ventured too far into that side because they didn’t feel safe.”
Wolf nodded. “Makes sense. We were on the other side and there were a lot of women and children over there.”
“That could be a good place to hide her,” Dude commented, trying to play Devil’s Advocate.
“Yeah, but most of the men we saw were either very old or very young. It doesn’t seem to be a hotbed of ISIS activity. At least not at first glance,” Wolf cautioned.
“So it sounds like we can stick to the west and middle tomorrow then,” Abe said. “The center of camp seems to be a mix of families, single people, and kids.”
“Did anyone see anything that screamed ‘terrorist camp’ or did you get a glimpse of anyone that could be our target?” Wolf asked the group.
The men all shook their heads. “Not really. The robes and veils make this op almost impossible,” Cookie grumbled.
“We have to find her. I can’t bear to think of her in this shithole at the hands of those assholes,” Dude said, running a hand through his hair.
“We’ll do our best.” Wolf’s words were heartfelt, but they all knew they weren’t enough. They had to find this woman. “We’ll head out first thing in the morning. After tomorrow, we’ll take shifts and walk through the nights as well.”
“I’ll take the first night shift,” Dude volunteered. Wolf looked at his friend critically, knowing Dude wasn’t sleeping well because he was worried about Cheyenne and the pregnancy. He nodded. “That’s fine. I’ll work it with you to start.”
----
S ergeant Penelope Turner was pissed off. She figured she probably should be scared or freaked-out, but honestly? She was just plain angry. As far as being kidnapped and held by terrorists went, she’d been lucky. They’d beaten the shit out of her the first couple of days they’d had her, but after the first video had gone viral, they’d realized she was more valuable as a propaganda tool than anything else.
They’d asked if she was a virgin, and Penelope had thought long and hard about which would be the best way to answer, and finally she’d admitted that she was not. She hadn’t been raped…yet, but figured the men were saving that as a torture technique for later if they needed it.
She’d been forced to read long soliloquies about ISIS’s complaints with the West and America, and honestly Penelope had no heartburn over reading whatever they wanted her to. She’d read War and Peace if they asked her to. It wasn’t as if she really believed what she was reading, and figured America in general would probably understand she was being forced to say the things she was.
But she did care about her fellow soldiers. She hadn’t seen her friends since they’d been kidnapped. Penelope had no idea how long she’d been in the company of the terrorist group, but thought it’d been around two months.
Thomas Black and Henry White were hilarious. Thomas was from Maine and had red hair and freckles. He frequently joked that he was a down-home “ginger from the north.” Henry was from Mississippi and had the darkest
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