Damascus , Syria

Hours later on the plane, Lauren was woken up by the cameraman, a total sleaze in Lauren's eyes.

"I'm awake, Jack. Jeez." Lauren barked angrily.

Lauren looked around. She saw the news crew gathering their bags, the foreign translator speaking with a intimidating man that could pass as a villain in an Indiana Jones movie, and there's Ron Donahue! He's the primary news anchor!? Screw Indiana Jones, he can come to her rescue anytime. His stone-like jaw, perfectly geld blonde hair, and well toned body. Ron is God, that's it. And, it's time for her she-devil ways to coax him into her waiting grasp.

"Airport Security said to wait a few minutes." Jacobson, the translator said, much to the dismay of the waiting crew, especially Lauren.

"Did you tell him that we're on a tight schedule, or do you have trouble translating that?" Lauren was beside herself, drowning in sweat

"It's ok Lauren, I packed us some water for the trip." Ron said, beaming a smile.

'Hopefully that's not all you packed.' Lauren thought.