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If cell phones were not working, the television would surely be out. He thought about it all for a moment and then pressed the on button. To his surprise, the screen did not only come to life, but there was actually something showing.
    In astonishment, he watched as Senator Jacobs gave his speech. He could not believe the guts of this man. When he heard about the hash tag, he began roaring with laughter. It shocked both Wes and Sheila awake.
    “What's so funny?” Wes asked instantly.
    “Jacobs wants to save us all with a hashtag!” Dave roared.
    “What?” Sheila asked, confused.
    Dave shook it off and he pressed the mute button as the news anchor began to drone on about Jacobs' plans.
    “More importantly. If they're talking about a hash tag, I doubt they are talking about a rescue plan.”
    Sheila bit her lip and thought about that. What Dave said was true. If they were treating them as dead already, then it was unlikely that they were planning on mounting a serious rescue mission. She got up and walked to the window. From it, she could see San Clemente and its naval base in the distance. Between them and the base, there was only one ship.
    “You might be right.” She turned around. “But if they're not going to rescue us, we will just die.”
    Wes took his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through the menu, eventually selecting the audio file he had recorded. The one which was proof of FBI Agent Smith being involved in setting this whole thing up. The one with proof that the FBI was on board, not to save lives or to arrest someone, but to tie up loose ends.
    “I think that's the point of it...” he said softly. “I don't think they intend for us to survive.”
    Sheila looked at him. She was flabbergasted. She had heard all the evidence and she had been through hell in the past few hours, but she had not stopped to think about that. But Wes would be right. If the authorities were behind the attack, it was unlikely they had any intention of there being survivors who could tell people what had actually happened. She thought the problem had been solved with Akhmed being shot, but it must include them, too. Everyone aboard could have heard or seen something, and thus, everyone must be a liability for the perpetrators.
    “So...” She sighed. “So, what do we do? I don't want to die.”
    There was a long silence.
    “What was that man doing down there when you found him?” Dave broke the silence.
    “He was looking at one of the research subs for some reason.” Wes answered. He suddenly frowned. Why had Akhmed been looking at that sub? he thought. He must have had some reason. Then he smiled. “The research subs. If we can open the lower hatch, we can use it to dive underneath the fire.”
    Dave smiled. “Clever chap he was.” He looked at both Wes and Sheila. “So is that what we’re going to do now?”
    Sheila shook her head. “We can't. Those guys would know we’d try that. No way they’ll let us pass.”
    “Then how else do we get out of here?” Dave said.
    “Could check whether one of the choppers is still there?” Sheila answered.
    “There won't be,” Wes brought in. “If there were any, they will be fucked because of the fire.”
    “So what do we do?” Dave sighed.
    “I don't know.” Wes sighed as well. He slumped on the sofa.
    Sheila stepped forward, her hands on her hips. “Come on guys. There must be something we can do.” She looked from one to the other. “Maybe there are parachutes or something; we jump off the top and land in the water further away.”
    Dave shook his head immediately.
    “Joy couldn’t do that in the state she's in.” He bit his lip and stared straight ahead for a moment. “Only thing I can think of is taking those guys out.”
    Wes nodded. “If we can take them out, we can get to the sub.”
    “So we're going to fight them?” Sheila asked, somewhat incredulously.
    “I suppose so. We do have weapons, and we know this place a lot better than they do.”