Chapter 105: Rescue.

Hannah handed out another cup of water, but her heart wasn't in it.

Where was Mason? Travis? Zain? Luke?

The CIA agents had swept them up unilaterally, uninterested in their reason for being there. She'd been put with the other American prisoners. To a one, they'd been rescued from the fire and the buyers. It was enough of a relief-she could cry. If she'd had enough moisture left in her body. There was no doubt she was dehydrated and running on fumes.

But where was Mason?

She'd been rescued, only to become a prisoner again. This time of her own government.

A man in slacks and a CIA vest opened the door to the large holding room, or whatever it was they were keeping them in.

"Hannah Stevens?" he called out.

"Here!" She held her hand up.

Wait-did she want him to know who she was?

Too late now.

"Come with me?" He waved her to the door.