Imprisoned

Written: Spring 2004

Note: No, I don't own the characters and I'm not making money off this. If I was, it wouldn't have so much appeal, nor would I post it here…

"Hurry, Carter, run!"

"I'm hurrying!" Petite Major Samantha Carter called to her CO. She dashed towards him, her face set with grim determination. She must rescue the colonel and then reach safety! She was almost there, five more feet . . . Suddenly, a dark, bulky form emerged from the surrounding shadows.

"CARTER--NOOOO!"

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"I don't get it. Why do we always end up like this?"

"I don't know, sir."

"I HATE it--We're always in jail!"

"Capture-the-Flag isn't my favorite game either, sir."

END.

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DreamPainter