No Fortunate Son by Brad Taylor Page B

have been bad enough, but she’d told Nick about the warmth. About the brief respite from the dungeon they were in.
    He sensed the pause and said, “Kylie, I was kidding. Don’t feel bad about what you get in relation to us. Use it.”
    She said, “That’s what I want to talk to you about. I think I can get out of the window in the bathroom. It’s so small they don’t bother locking it because no man could get through it, but I think I can fit.”
    “You mean escape?”
    “Yes. If you think it’s best for me to try.”
    Lieutenant Colonel Travis Deleon cut in, his voice floating out of the darkness. “
No.
No way. You heard the instructions. Someone even
tries
to escape, and one of us will die. This is a typical hostage situation, and we treat it as such. Let negotiations take their time.”
    Kylie said, “I don’t think they’ll harm us while we still have value. We can do whatever we want right now, but they
will
eventually kill us. It’s only a matter of time. They have no intention of letting us go.”
    “Young lady, you don’t understand how this works. I cannot allow you to attempt that. You’ll put us all in jeopardy.”
    Nick said, “Sir, what the hell are you talking about? How would youknow how this works? Trust me, I’ve seen what happens to people in this situation, and it isn’t pretty. Kylie’s right. Our one weapon is our value. There’s something these guys hope to get from it, and the minute they do, our value drops to nothing. Until then, they won’t hurt us no matter what we do.”
    Kylie heard the words and thought,
Seen what happens to hostages? Where? In the Air Force? He told me he was a weatherman.
She wondered what else the vice president’s son had hidden from her.
    LTC Deleon replied, his voice strained in a harsh half whisper, “Nobody is doing anything beyond what they tell us.
Nobody.
Do you two hear me? I’m not getting killed because of idiocy.”
    Kylie said, “I’m telling you, we’re dead anyway. Have you not wondered why nobody bothers to cover their face? Why they don’t care how much information we can glean by simple contact? They’re even giving us their names. They have no intention of letting us go.”
    Travis said, “You don’t know that. The names could be fake. One thing is for sure: You try to escape, and someone’s going to die. Probably me. I’ll take my chances on the negotiations. On the rescue.”
    Nick said, “You fucking sicken me. Nobody is going to find us in time. These men know what they have and know how much pressure will be brought to bear. They’ve put a lot of thought into this, and they’re going to be a step ahead of our government. We need to plan for our own escape.”
    “So you want to put your girlfriend in the line of fire? And you call
me
a coward.”
    Nick said nothing for a moment, then, “No. That’s not what I want.”
    She said, “Nobody’s putting me anywhere. It’s
my
choice. I think I could get out, and Nick’s right. These guys are smart. Anybody that’s looking for us is on the wrong trail, or they’d have been here already. If I can get out, I can fix that even if they move you guys later.”
    Travis said, “Move us later? Seriously? Both of you are delusional. Even if you could escape, we’ll disappear. You’ll be no help. Nobody will find us.”
    Kylie thought about her uncle, then about her uncle’s friend. About the stories she’d heard hovering among the groups of men during heruncle’s unit parties. She’d been much younger then, and impressionable, but she was sure the stories were real.
    Just above a whisper she said, “That’s not true. My uncle is looking, and he has some scary friends. If I could escape, I could get to them. They would rescue everyone.”
    Travis snorted and said, “Your fantasy isn’t worth my life. I’m telling you both again, as the senior officer, nobody is to do anything against the orders of our captors. It’s too risky.”
    The door slammed open and the