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another way of saying kicked out.” Even though she meant nothing by it, she felt bad for saying it, considering these two men had just saved her life. “And what is NESA exactly?”
    Mercer answered, “I was a Chief Warrant Officer in charge of a division that searched for WMD’s in Iraq. After we got out of the Army, our former Colonel created a special task force and assigned me to be his Special Operations Director. We started out with various missions to study the pollution of rivers, oceans and other water sources. It kind of blossomed from there. Now, we set the standard for any research that needs to be done involving any chemical, biological, or nuclear threat. I brought Pat in as my partner and we have been saving the world one small crisis at a time, or so it would seem.”
    Emily stared out the window, still rattled from the day’s events. Her eyelids grew increasingly heavy and the will to fight to keep them open subsided and she finally gave in to her body’s suggestions. She dozed off into a peaceful slumber and slept the entire rest of the way to the base camp.
     
    ***
     
    It had taken just under forty-five minutes to reach the archaeological site of Izapa. The tribulation Emily had recently been through had emotionally exhausted her, and when she awoke, she was lying down on a cot. It took her a few seconds to take in her surroundings.
    As her grogginess cleared, she noticed two men talking a few yards away. The short, light brown cropped haircut of the man on the right was instantly recognizable as Pat Vigil. She finally got a chance to take a look at the man who helped rescue her in the jungle.
    He was about five-feet, eleven inches tall and his hands looked like they could crush a tree with no resistance. He was clean shaven and his head seemed a little too big for his short, muscular body, but still there was a quality in him that she found admirable. He did, after all, save her life and she would always be in his debt for that.
    The other man, however, she did not recognize. He was a little shorter than Pat and he had a mustache which separated itself from the perfectly shaped goatee on his chin. He had ruffled auburn colored hair that was very short in length and he was noticeably older than Pat. He also seemed to be in a position of superiority judging by the way Pat was listening to him. She was just sitting up when the older man walked over and greeted her . She caught a glimpse of his eyes, which were as grey as a cloudy landscape.
    Vigil spoke first. “Emily, this is Colonel Alan Hunt. He’s the director of NESA.”
    Hunt added, “You are safe here, Ms. Lundy. It appears you have been through a horrible ordeal. I’m just glad my men were able to be of assistance to you.”
    She stood up and grabbed Pat’s hand and humbly said, “Thank you, Mr. Vigil. And thank you, Mr. Hunt. I am extremely grateful for the help you and your men have given me. Where am I exactly?”
    “We’re in Izapa,” Hunt replied. “You were brought here for your own safety. My men briefed me as to what you have already told them, but would you mind sharing your story with me as to why you were running through the Nicaraguan jungle when Sean and Pat found you? I don’t mean to be curt, but they killed three mercenaries to save you and I need to know the details that led up to it should I need to prevent an international incident.”
    Although he was very straight and to the point, there was still a calm tone in his voice she found consoling and she opened up about the day’s occurrences. She gave a detailed description of events from the time she heard the gunfire, to witnessing the brutal murders of the people in the jungle, and to the loss of her friend, Tony. She then told about how she ran into Sean and how he and Pat had saved her life, killing the three men who were chasing her.
    She started to tear up as she told the story. “I’m sorry. Tony was my closest and dearest friend. It all happened so fast