*This is a very graphic chapter so be forewarned*

A heavy darkness fell over Logan, and he could hear her spirit crying to him. Now he was glad he picked up the man's firerarm after Jason and he took them down. It was time to stop playing nice.

He had a feeling deep within his gut that she was already inside, and he knew he wasn't going to like what he would find. But if anyone hurt her, they'd pay a hefty price. Stepping into the security room, he took out the guard there and monitored the cameras for a few minutes, namely the bridge.

Going in blind was not something he was willing to do. As the camera panned back and forth, he saw that the hostages were sitting on the starboard side and the hostiles were standing in front of them, almost in a direct line to the door. They likely wouldn't expect him to be able to walk right in with his access card.

He couldn't see Tamara, but there was a room off to the side that had no camera. If she was anywhere, she was in there. He could easily take out the two hostiles without a problem, but his worry was about the hostages getting hurt in the process. The only thing he could think of was maybe going in with a hostage of his own. A shield of sorts.

Heading back to the room, he poised his gun chest high just in case any of them escaped. Thankfully, they were still where they left them unconscious. Logan walked over to the closest one and removed the ties from the bed and retied his hands together, then smacked his cheek. "Wake up!"

"Wha—" the guy cried, his voice muffled.

"We're taking a little trip. Get up!" Logan ordered, pulling him out of bed by the scruff of his shirt, digging the barrel of the gun into the back of his neck. The man struggled, but was still too drowsy to put up much of a fight, his temple still beat red from where he'd smacked him with the gun.

He had no intention of playing nice anymore. He knew lives would be lost, and he was going to make sure it wasn't his or the people he knew. When he said he vows, he promised to protect her, and that's exactly what he was going to do.

They made their way back to the door of the bridge and the guy didn't put up much of a fight, which he was grateful for, but the man was unsteady on his feet, so he had to be ready for anything; like him dropping like a rock as soon as he got the door open.

He noted there was a console to the left of the door which he could duck behind if he had to. He was ready for whatever came his way. "I want you to open the door," Logan ordered the man.

The guy did as requested and with a click of the door opening, they were inside. "Guns and radios on the ground now!" Logan ordered. "Or I'll shoot!"

But he wasn't that lucky, up came the guns and one knocked a shot off, hitting their teammate in the chest, making him drop hard. Logan got a shot off of his own, clipping one guy in the forehead, as he dove for cover—so much for the easy way. Thankfully as the gun fight started, the hostages took off out the door with only one taking a fall before reaching it.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and he let out a breath, trying to calm his runaway pulse which he could feel beating against his neck. Keep a cool head. Keep a cool head. Treat this like any other job. But it wasn't like any other, though, the love of his life was in danger. 

"What the bloody hell is going on out there?" he heard a voice yell.

"Intruder, Captain Lockheart," the last man standing yelled. "Lock the door."

The door slammed across the room and a flip of the lock could be heard. Damn it! Standing up, he popped off a shot, and it missed as the guy ducked behind the captain's chair. "Why don't you face me like a man," Logan said, egging him on.

"I could say the same to you!" came the reply.

Crawling around to the opposite end of the console, he caught a glimpse of the man's ankle and took aim. He wasn't the top shooter in his line of work for nothing. Pop! The man cried out in pain and dropped his gun and Logan took that opportunity to move into the open and shot him again.

Logan breathed a sigh of relief when the man stopped moving. He'd come through it unscathed, not something he was expecting. But the worst was still to come, and they weren't out of the woods yet. He rushed to the door and tried the door knob, but it was locked.

He looked around the room, hoping to see a lockbox of some sort hanging on the wall, but found none. There was one body on the ground in the corner where the hostages were, along with another near the door. One was leaning up against a corner console with blood on his chest with a tag that said Captain Tamerson.

He walked over and kneeled in front of him. "Shit!" That was not a good sign. "Sorry, sir, I have to search your pockets." The dead couldn't hear him, but he couldn't help but ask for permission.

When he pulled out a key, he cried, "Eureka! I'll do you justice, sir!"

Just when he was going to get up, the man gripped his wrist. "The girl. Get the girl!" was all he said before his head flopped to the side. Standing up, he clenched his jaw as heat rose up his neck.

With new energy and determination, he rushed to the door and put the key in the lock. Before he opened the door, he moved off to the side in case he was armed.

"Can't you guys deal with this yourself," the man snapped.

Logan looked around the corner and just saw red. She was tied up and naked, thrown over the arm of the sofa and the man was naked from the waist down kneeling behind her, with his dick halfway into her ass.

"Oh hell, no!" Logan growled, barreling towards him. The scene on the couch made him forget the number one rule of combat, never rush an assailant. Losing your cool almost always got someone killed.

"Uh, uh," the man said, as he reached behind the couch to grab his gun. "You wouldn't want me to blow her pretty little head off would you?"

Logan skidded to a halt, panic filling him. "Don't please!"

"Then sit on that chair there like a good boy while I finish what I started!" he said, shoving the gun against the back of her head as he pushed himself further inside her.

"I'm going to kill your ass and feed you to the sharks," Logan said through clenched teeth, his fingers tightening on the handle of his gun. He wanted to shoot him, but he couldn't risk her getting shot.

"Just shoot him already!" Tamara's eyes were full of tears and hatred for the man behind her.

Captain Lockheart grabbed her hair and yanked her head back viciously. "Shut up."

Her pain-filled cry made Logan's heart ache. He had to do something, couldn't let it happen. An old wound opened up inside him as he dove off the edge of his sanity cliff in an attempt to save her. "Take me instead. Let her go."

"What makes you think I'd want my dick in your ugly ass?"

"Because I know men like you. You'll put your dick anywhere!" Logan challenged. If he handled it once, he could handle it again if that meant his woman going free. "But you have to let her go."

"Her ass works just fine for me. Now drop your gun and sit in that chair, I won't tell you again," he said, cocking his gun.

"Damn it! Let her go!"

"When I'm good and done."

That did it! Logan rushed at him with only one thought in mind. Kill the son of a bitch. But before he knew it red-hot pain had him dropping to his knees as a bullet passed through his shoulder. Stopping what he was doing, the man got up and walked over to Logan sprawled on the ground, clutching his shoulder.

"You just couldn't wait your turn, could you?" Captain Lockheart said, stepping on Logan's injured shoulder. "Did you really want me to take you that badly? Maybe I should do it now and she can watch, too."

"Leave him alone," Tamara cried. "Don't hurt him."

Captain Lockheart took his eyes off Logan briefly, eyeing her on the couch. "If I wanted you to speak, I would have told you."

"No one speaks to her that way," Logan snarled as he brought leg up and wrapped it around Captain Lockheart's legs, knocking him over. Injured and all, he straddled the captain and started punching him in the face. He kept punching him, releasing all the anger pent up inside him, his knuckles going raw. But he kept going, he couldn't stop. Men like this were the reason he went to jail. Men like this screwed up his life. And he wasn't going to let this man screw up anyone else's.

"Logan," Tamara cried softly.

It was then only that he allowed himself to pause as he looked up at her, her face sheen with tears, her eyes scared and afraid. He pulled himself away from the captain and crawled over to her, taking him into her arms. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry!"

"Get me out of here, please," she said, her voice shaky.

Logan placed the weapon on the couch and reached up to untie her. When her hands were free, she wrapped them around him and squeezed him tight. That made him gasp as his shoulder burst with pain. "Easy girl, your man's wounded."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." She pulled his shirt to the side to look, and he watched as her eyes suddenly glanced behind him. "Watch out!" she cried, as she reached for the gun beside her. After she took a shot, he looked behind him and saw the man sprawled on the ground, blood pooling around his head.

Tamara got up and wandered over to him with the gun in her hand, and held the gun against his forehead and took the final remaining shot in the chamber before collapsing again, all her remaining strength seeped from her body.

Logan took her shaky body in his arms and held her as she cried. "It's okay. It's okay."

She carefully laid a hand on his chest, watching the blood seep through his shirt. "This is all my fault."

"You weren't the one who shot me, hun."

"If I would have listened and stayed in the room, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. You shouldn't have come for me," she said, shaking her head.

"I'll always come for you. I love you."

"But why would you offer yourself to him after all you went through?"

"Because you mean more to me than anyone," he said, as he lifted his hand and brushed the tears from her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "No demons, past, present or future, are going to stop me from being there for you. I'd die for you."

"Now you're just being cheesy," she said, her voice cracking as she let out a small chuckle before a sob broke free. "I'll move to the East coast. You don't need to face anymore for me."

Gingerly he stood up and held out his good hand to help her up. "It's fine, hun. For the first time in my life, I feel it's time to go home. We have a life to live."

Tamara wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her. "Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life."

"I could always move to the East Coast."

"Are you always going to argue with me, girl?"

"You bet," she said, giving him a cheeky grin.

Logan chuckled and then winced as the movement hurt his shoulder. "Don't make me laugh."

"Sorry," Tamara replied, giving his shoulder a little kiss before picking up her clothes and putting them on. When she was ready, they opened to door to go outside when they heard a loud engine fly overhead.

Together they rushed outside and saw ropes being tossed out of a helicopter and the swat team descending. She breathed a sigh of relief when their feet hit the deck, itching to tell Darla and Jason the good news.

"The calvary is here," Logan said, wrapping his good arm around her.

She stood on her tiptoes and pulled his lips to hers. "You're my calvary!"

"Always!"

THE END

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A/N

I would like to thank all those who have reached the final chapter. I hope you all enjoyed following the journey of Logan and Tamara. They didn't make it out completely unscathed, but they survived and will live their happily ever after. :)

When I edit this story for publication, there will be a bonus chapter included that will give some of the answers you are looking for, like how their families react for example.

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I do plan to write a story on Darla and Jason for those who are interested, but I may be taking a break from this saga to write another series called Resurrection Hour. I hope you will stop by and check out all my work.

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