Chapter Three

This is the third chapter in 'The Rescue'...

 

   Somewhere in the Amazon...

   Georgie had lost track of time. She could tell the difference between night and day but she had no idea how many days she had been in this hell hole. She had not been put directly back into her small, one window room after she had tried to escape and that had disoriented her. They had thrown her in a room the size of a closet after using her as a punching bag. She had to have only been in there for a day or two, unless she had been unconscious for longer...

   It frightened her to not know where she was or what time of day it was. She was a person who liked to have the solid facts, to know what was going on and when. She was always checking the time, not out of impatience, but out of curiosity and the strange urge to know. It all stemmed back to when she was a child. In fact the beating she had taken had resurfaced repressed memories and painful dreams that she hadn't had for years. And all she wanted to do was crawl into that little corner and cry for hours.

   No, she told herself with conviction, you're not going to resort back to your childish ways. This is not the Butler's house anymore. Flashes of pain, screaming, red faces, blood, and dark, cramped spaces blurred Georgie's vision. She shook her head to scare them away. You are a strong woman now. You do NOT have to revert to weakness, be strong. But how could she stay strong when she was held captive in a tiny hut in the middle of the Amazon Rainforest with no hope of escape?

   But then another memory came to her, this one more powerful then all the others put together. It was at a dinner at the President of France's, he was hosting and he had called for a toast...

   Alexandre Moreau stood up from the head of the table with his glass in hand and merely stood there exuding all the confidence in the world, waiting for his guests to quiet down. Once they had finally stopped talking and were giving him their full attention, he smiled at everyone, making eye contact with each individual. This was something that set him apart from many people, because he actually took the time to look and pay attention. As the last person recieved his attention, President Moreau spoke in his musical French. Georgie had always thought of his French as the most beautiful thing in the world because what ever he said, he meant.

   "Mes chers invités, je suis si heureux que vous pourriez venir aujourd'hui." My dear guests, I am so happy that you could come today. He smiled broadly showing slightly crooked teeth, but he still had a genuine glint of joy in his eyes. "Je vous ai invité ici dans la célébration que nous sommes tous vivants!" I have invited you here in celebration that we are all alive! This brought a resounding chuckle from the dinner guests. He smiled once again at everyone and then continued. "C'est une chose merveilleuse à être vivante, et je sais que je ne penserais pas de cette façon si elle n'était pas pour mon chers ami et collègue, chevalier de Georgie." It is a wonderful thing to be alive, and I know I would not think this way if it was not for my dear friend and co-worker, Georgie Chevalier.

   Georgie Blushed at Moreau's words. She had simply been herself, the self that she had learned to be while in college. She had never thought of herself as special or worthwhile, in fact she had always thought of herself inadequate. Until she met a great teacher at the university she attended and discovered that what she had been told all her life was wrong, and that she was worth something. Even after this, though, she still did not take compliments and praise well. "Georgie m'a enseigné que n'importe ce que vos circonstances dans la vie sont, vous pouvez toujours trouver le côté lumineux aux choses." Georgie has taught me that no matter what your circumstances in life are, you can always find the bright side to things.

   She remembered how the President had looked at her and smiled, he had been like a father to her for the past five years she'd worked with him. But now, stuck in a horrible place in the middle of nowhere, Georgie realized that she wasn't being optimistic and thinking about how she was going to get out of there, instead she was wondering when she was going to die.

   It was a shock to see that she was breaking the promise she had made to herself ten years ago. How could she let herself be drawn back into that pain. Not the physical pain, there was nothing she could do to prevent that, but the mental pain. She could not let herself lose hope. As long as she believed there was hope, then she had hope.

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   Manaus, Brazil

   Gray looked at the list of names that had been procured by Bushman. There were only five people on the list. Five people that Chevalier trusted, at least that they knew about.

   Alexadre Moreau-President of France

   Thomas Glover-Ambassador to the United States in France

   Richard Stewart-UN translator (British citizen)

   Selena Whynn-Immigrant from the United States (Next door neighbor)

   Rose Alan-British citizen born in Hong Kong in 1949 (Professor at Oxford University)

   The information that had been given to him about the people was not very much, but it definately gave him a place to start. She might have told one or all of the people where she was going after eluding her security. Gray only hoped that my talking to these people he wouldn't set off any alarms.

 

Author's Note

This chapter has some French in it and if you speak French and you see a problem with my translations then please let me know! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I would really like some feed back. Please tell me how I can improve! Thank you! :)