Bob

I was sitting on the beach, with the boat disabled, awaiting either a really good thing, or a really bad thing, as either Bob would show up and rescue me, or I would be trapped, with two bad guys on one side, and the ocean on the other.

"Bob where are you!!!!" I yelled into the radio.

"I'm still a bit out. How long until the troops come?" He asked, referring to those 1,000 soldiers the president was sending.

"How should I..." my voice trailed off. They wouldn't be there! They thought I was still in Florida, "they're not coming."

"That's too bad."

"Yeah, but you have to. Hey! Wait a second, how come the bad guys..."

"How come they what?"

"How'd they know where I was? If Aleck and I both thought...You traitor! You crashed the plane on purpose!"

"That would be correct."

"How could you?"

"Oh, it's quite easy. You just tilt the nose downward and pull back the throttle, and-,"

"No! How could you abandon your country like that?"

"Because this country is unhealthy! Unhealthiness has run rampant. Don't you see? I'm doing this nation good! A giant cookie would destroy our metabolisms!"

"But we need that cookie. People are starving!"

"Better dying of starvation than of stomach aches!"

"That's not true!"

"Your puny mind doesn't matter now. Your opinion is as worthless to me as that Sea Gull I almost hit. And besides, I'm almost there."
"I don't want to ride in your plane!"
"Of course you don't, but we have better ideas." And as he said it, the other two heartless, inhumane, selfish, corrupt, and evil individuals walked out into the clearing. "How do you like the beach?" the leader asked.

"Obviously, a rhetorical questions."

"Well, it is, to say, your own, personal "Bay of Pigs.""

"Yes well, I always wanted one of those." I said, trying to look arrogant.

"Ah, but I think you shall find it not to be your favorite link of sausage."

"I'm Not Hungry."

"Perhaps not, but without this," he held up the map, "you soon will be." The familiar hum of Bob's plane came into earshot. We watched him circle around, land on the water, and skid to a stop.

"Our ride has arrived." said the henchman.

"Too bad you're going to miss your plane." More arrogance, trying to stall on my part.

"Ah, but we won't miss it. And you're coming with us. We are going to find that cookie."

"You never will."

"Yes we will, and you are going to watch us find it."

"Not today!" a voice came out of the clearing.

"Well, actually I was thinking it would probably take a few days to get there but..." he stopped, realizing that I had not said those words.

"Mr. Smart. I see you have joined us."

"Mr. Smart?" I asked, "Oh! Aleck. You know him?"

The felon nodded grimly, "We worked on some missions together."

"Always on the opposite sides, of course." Aleck threw in.

"So how is this going to work?" the man asked.

"You're going to surrender without a struggle." I said wishfully.

"I don't think I like that idea. The man pulled out his gun and aimed it at Aleck. I took of my hat and threw it at the man, covering his face.

And that was all Aleck needed to have the evil mastermind handcuffed and on the ground. The henchman, however, was not so easy. As fast as lighting, the henchman had tied me up, knocked over Aleck, grabbed his evil leader, and the map, and was on the plane. Bob, still on my radio, cried out, "see you never, hahaha!!"

"It's over." Aleck shook his head as the plane flew off, and then looked toward me, "you, you did a good job. You did your best, better than I expected. You gave us a chance." He held up his head and took a deep breathe. "Good work soldier."

"What's wrong with your arm?" I asked.
"I put it on backwards. That's why I couldn't fight Jackson."
"Jackson?"
"The henchman. You know, I, I'm really sorry. I should have trusted you. Now we have to tell the President."

I picked up my phone to call my hacker friend (sorry, you still can't know his name).

"What are you doing?"
"I attached a tracking device to the back of the henchman, err, Jackson's shirt. My friend should be able to track him."
"Well that's brilliant! Then it's not over!"
"No, but you'd better call the President. He needs to call off those soldiers and get us a plane."

"I can't, you have to. My phone's dead."

And then, one of the most ironic things that's ever happened; my phone died at the exact same instant.