Retrieval
You wait patiently in a large green military-type truck, tucking your hair into the cap that is part of your disguise. You watch nervously in your rear-view mirror as the boat in the distance chugs closer and closer, finally coming to dock a few yards from your back bumper.
You whisper silent prayers that the guard you "borrowed" your outfit from stays knocked out in the bushes for at least a little while yet. You cast a glance behind you again and try not to smile. Two men are dragging an unconscious Oliver toward your truck. The left side of his face is showing signs of bruising. There is a trickle of blood in the corner of his mouth and a drying scrape on his forehead but he seems to be alive.
The men open the back door of the truck, roughly load Oliver inside and shut the door. You start your engine. One of the men returns to the boat while in your mirrors, you can see the other one making his way up the passenger side of the vehicle, ready to take the seat next to yours. As soon as his hand touches the door handle, you peel out, leaving him to fall face first in the dirt.
When the cloud of smoke you leave behind clears, you can see the men scrambling, arming themselves, trying to hurry up and unlock the storage garage that holds their other car. You must be going 100 miles an hour. About 15 miles from the dock, you reach a bridge. You pull the truck over to the side of the road.
Quickly you hop out and open the back door. Using Oliver's long legs to reel him toward you. You awkwardly sit him up and grip him around the chest. Slowly as you pull him from the truck, his feet hit the ground and you begin to drag him toward the copse of dense foliage near where you've parked. Once you get him settled, you get back in the truck and drive it onto the bridge. You pull it as close to the edge as you dare, put it in park and set the emergency brake long enough for you to get out. Leaning into the doorway, you place the truck in drive, release the emergency brake and jump back out of the way as the large vehicle makes splinters of the little wooden railing and plunges over the side into the swampy waters below.
You run back to where you left Oliver, hoping he'll come around long enough to help you walk him further from the scene. He remains in the position you left him in. Eyes shut in what must obviously be much needed rest. You kneel beside him and gently touch his cheek. As you are about to speak his name, he sits up with a start, his hand roughly grabbing the front of your shirt and pushing you to the ground. In milliseconds, he has straddled you and drawn his fist back. As your head lands against the grass, the cap you are wearing flies off and your hair falls free of it. Oliver lowers his fist, the hand on your chest relaxing to massage the flesh beneath it as he leans down and kisses you tenderly.
When he pulls away, he nuzzles softly against your cheek. Your hands come into his hair and it takes all your training not to cry at the overwhelming happiness of having him in your arms again. "How did you find me?" he whispers.
You smile. "It's amazing how helpful Rick can be when you point a gun at the right place."
He grins. "True." You place your hand lightly over his mouth as you hear the sound of a car approaching. You indicate with a nod of your head that the two of you should begin to quietly make your way back through the trees. He nods in agreement, slowly gets off of you and helps you up.
The two of your travel for about twenty minutes before you emerge at the edge of a parking lot for a truck stop near the freeway. Your associate Rick is waiting there behind the driver's seat of a mini-van. You both climb in and take your seats. You hold Oliver's hand as Rick spirits you down the interstate to a small bed and breakfast 50 miles away. He drops you both off, instructing you to keep Oliver out of site until they finish rounding up the group that had abducted him.
An hour later, Oliver comes into your Victorian style bedroom wearing his robe and towel drying his hair. He crawls up the bed to lay beside you. You've been napping lightly; not really sleeping, just resting. He places soft kisses on your closed lids, your forehead, your cheeks. You open your eyes and smile at him. He moves forward and kisses your lips. You run your hands down the lapels of his robe and slowly tug them apart.
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| The character of Oliver Sampson and the show VR.5 were created by John Sacret Young and are © Samoset Productions and Rysher Entertainment. No infringement is intended and no profits are being made. |