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Nathan 153


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Nathan was on board his jet when he received a call from Jim notifying him Emma had been taken.  His breath caught in his throat and his heart stopped.  Until his body was fused with unstoppable anger, the kind of anger he’d never felt before, even when he’d lost his family so tragically years before.

He immediately called Jim for details.  Jim informed him it had to be Jessop’s work since he’d found the note Emma had left behind indicating why she’d taken flight.  So far no one had been contacted regarding a time or place to meet.  They both felt Jessop would contact Nathan directly.  Nathan issued orders for Jim in preparation for a meet, what they could expect and how to follow through.  It went without saying that Emma’s welfare came first and foremost.

Moments after his conversation with Jim, a call came through on his phone.  An undistinguishable voice said, “If you want to see Emma alive again, you’ll come with us upon landing.”

Big mistake Jessop, Nathan thought, you’ve provided indisputable proof linking you to Emma, to me, to all the other incidents.  The phone call was added proof for whoever was on the other end of that call, whether Jessop himself or someone else, would lead straight back to Jessop.  It wasn’t the way he’d wished to have this come down, but so be it.  Jessop would pay either with his life, or prison.  Personally, Nathan didn’t care which, as long as he got Emma out safely.

He couldn’t fault the men or Emma.  Knowing her gentle heart, there was no other recourse but to meet with whoever had Julie.  Jim indicated they were all safe, the rest of the family, surrounded by his men.  It was a ruse plain and simple, and one Emma wouldn’t take a chance with.  Just as Jessop knew he’d never take a chance with Emma’s life.  “Ok, Jessop, we end this!”

Since he was on his plane, he had all the requirements necessary to contain Jessop.  He began his preparations so that when he landed, he was ready to rumble.  He secreted the items in question inside his clothing where they wouldn’t be found upon pat-down.

“I’m coming to you, Emma.  Hold on!”  If his thoughts could transcend time and space, she’d hear his words, know he was coming, that she would be safe shortly.

He checked his watch.  Two hours until touchdown.



  1. thatssojacob says:

    Hey there! I found your blog today, and I’m nominating you for That’s So Jacob’s March Blog Madness! It’s simple: find five interesting blogs today, copy and paste this comment, and give them a follow! Have a great day and if you’re so inclined, kindly come visit me over at Have fun spreading the blog love this month!

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  2. Sheryl says:

    If you could hear my hands clapping… yay, fun, woot woot. Go Nathan!


  3. Oh thank you!!! What you have to say means worlds! Truly. I know I’m on the right track. so double thank you.


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