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reached for his radio. "Breach! Man down! Breach! There’s been a breach at the cliff exit! Somebody! Help!"
     
     
    Remington heard it come over the radio, "Breach!" And that was all he needed to get his ass moving. He reached out to the left of the opening grabbing onto the rocks and pulled himself onto the narrow ledge.  He knew he should take his time, take it slow, but they know now that the guard is dead and someone had escaped. He kept himself facing the cliff; he sure as hell didn't want to look down. He pressed himself as close as he could against the cliff face and shimmied his way across the ledge, grabbing anything he could hold on to for support; rocks, roots. He estimated he was about half way across when he heard panicked voices coming across his radio again.
    "Breach! Seal all exits, check every room!"
    Apparently they don't know who they are looking for just yet Remington thought. It would only be a matter of time before they figured it out though. Remington kept going, sliding his feet carefully across the treacherous ledge. He had made it almost to the end before he would have to start climbing up when he lost his foothold and slipped from the ledge.  Grabbing out, his hand closed around a root sprouting from the rocks like some long dead skeleton arm.  He had it by both hands; struggling to regain his footing when the rocks surrounding the root started to crumble around it.  "Oh shit!" He yelled. The entire root came dislodged from its rocky burial place and it, and Remington began to fall. 
    He saw his life flash before his eyes. He always heard people that had a near death experience say that; that their entire life flashed in front of their eyes. He saw himself in the military since he was eighteen; training, fighting, and then he saw his mother; hugging him, telling him how proud she was of him. Remington hit the water hard.  It was like falling onto a slab of concrete, and he sunk straight to the bottom. It was deeper than he thought.  He kicked off from the bottom and broke the surface gasping for air.  The river was punishing, sending him bobbing up and down in the fast moving currents. He went face first in to a protruding boulder; that was going to leave a mark.  His legs were getting sliced up by the sharp rocks beneath the surface and his right ankle got jammed before twisting and being set free again. Remington struggled to keep his head above water.  He was getting knocked around like a piñata at a child’s birthday party.  He knew he must have been in that rivers icy cold grip for at least five minutes before the current started to slow, and he was able to swim toward the edge and finally pull himself up on to the sandy bank.
     
     
     
     
    Jackie must have fallen asleep in front of the TV.  The last thing she remembered was watching CSI and now the Late Late Show was on.  James Corden was doing an interview with a far too thin Gwyneth Paltrow.  Jackie clicked off the TV and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.  As she made her way down the hall to her bedroom she decided to just try and get some sleep.  She didn't have any weird feelings since her hilarious phone call with Sarah.  She actually felt pretty refreshed. She went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and put on her yoga pants and a t-shirt, and got in to bed. Jackie was just about to drift off when she heard a knock; not like a knock at the front door, but more like something being thrown against the side of the house. She laid there very still, listening.  Again, like a small rock being thrown against the siding. Jackie shot up and reached over the side of the bed to grab the shotgun but it wasn't there. Shit! She thought to herself. She had left it in the living room. She jumped out of bed and ran down the hall to grab the gun she left beside the couch. As she bent over to grab it, she saw a dirty shoe print on the hardwood floor. Jackie started to panic.  She grabbed the gun and spun around