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Over the Hills and Far Away	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2103 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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Sitting in the bustling departure lounge of the Aeropuerto Internacional in Mexico City, Booker once again checked his watch. He had spent nearly four hours on a plane and he had been waiting for his connecting flight for over two hours. Even though he had woken at 4am he was not tired, instead, the adrenaline that pumped through his body made him feel sweaty and jumpy. Impatiently checking the departure screen, he heard an announcement just as the monitor updated.
“Vuelo cuatro cuatro y nueve con destino a San Salvador listo para ser abordado en puerto número ocho”
Booker understood enough Spanish to translate that flight four-four-nine to San Salvador was boarding from gate eight. Standing up, he picked up his small travel bag and headed towards the departure gate. Lining up behind a mixture of Americans and Salvadorans, he showed his boarding pass and walked onto the plane, taking his place in seat A37. As he stared out of the small window, his mind traveled back to two days before when he had received a fax from Ben Halley, his eyes and ears in El Salvador. Over the past two years, he had received many faxes and correspondences from Ben, all relating to American men found either hurt or dead throughout El Salvador. Each time, Dennis’ heart had skipped a beat, wondering if the man found lying in a ditch or in a hospital room was Hanson. However, time and time again it proved to be some other unfortunate US citizen who had met with foul play in the land of volcanoes. Once the information was received, Booker felt obliged to pass on what he knew to the American Embassy in Antiguo Cuscatlán and the American Bureau of Consular Affairs so they could organize an investigation and notify the relatives.
But then, two days ago, Booker had received the notification he had been hoping for every day since he had begun his search for Hanson. He had been standing by the filing cabinet when the high-pitched squeal of the fax machine alerted him to an incoming transmission. Walking back over to his desk, he watched as the first page fed through and a printed message appeared. Picking it up, he read Ben’s familiar scrawl.
Twenty something year old male found in the town of Apaneca. Taken to hospital at Ahuachapán. Obvious trauma, language restricted to a few words of Spanish. Photo attached. From what I remember of him, he looks a lot like Tom. Regards, Ben
As the black and white photo slowly appeared, Booker held his breath. He watched as the top of a head and then two eyes appeared as the paper fed through the machine. When he saw the large eyes staring back at him, Dennis knew immediately that it was Tom. As the fax machine beeped, signaling the end of the transmission, Booker picked up the photo and stared at it in shock. Hanson’s expression was bewildered, almost dazed and Dennis felt a sharp pain stab at his heart. Snatching up the phone, he immediately dialed Penhall’s number. When Doug’s answering machine picked up Booker realized that the ex Jump Street officer would still be at work. Waiting for the loud beep, he recorded his message. “Penhall, it’s Booker. Call me back as soon as you get this, I’ve found him.”
Slamming down the phone, Dennis once again stared at the photo in his hand. Tom’s filthy hair hung in long strands around his gaunt face. Light stubble covered his top lip, his chin and his lower jaw. A long scar ran down the left side of his cheek and the dark smudges under his eyes gave him the appearance of a man much older than his twenty-three years. It was a horrific portrayal of a man who just two years before could have passed as a teenager. Even though he and Hanson had never been close when they worked together as part of the Jump Street Program, Booker felt an overwhelming sense of sadness wash over him. After his and Hanson’s disastrous first case together, Dennis had been surprised to realize that he felt a strong sexual attraction towards the pretty young officer. He had not disclosed his feelings, as he was well aware that Hanson was heterosexual. Knowing the force’s view on homosexuality, Dennis had kept his bi-sexuality a secret from his colleagues. Not that it bothered him that they did not know, he was a very private person, preferring to keep work and his personal life separate. Then, when Penhall had returned from El Salvador without Tom, Dennis had known he would move heaven and earth to try to find out what had happened to him. It had surprised Booker that Penhall and the other Jump Street officers had not been more proactive in trying to find Hanson. All had moved on with their lives in the years since Tom went missing. Doug had moved to Colorado with Clavo and he now worked a desk job at the local P.D. Judy Hoffs had become a homicide detective and Harry Ioki worked vice. Their commanding officer, Captain Adam Fuller, had passed away six months after Tom’s disappearance. A drunk driver had slammed into his car at an intersection and he had died instantly. It had been a blow to them all, losing the man who had helped shape them as young police officers and it had signaled the beginning of the end of their lives at The Chapel. Unable to find another Captain willing to take on the position, the Mayor had terminated the Jump Street program. In need of a change, Booker had sat for his P.I. license. Once qualified, he had rented a small office space and started his own business, D. P. Booker Investigations. Being freelance, he was able to spend hundreds of hours investigating Tom’s disappearance. Doug had given him the name of the man who had initially helped himself and Hanson meet the rebels who could escort them through the jungle to El Triunfo, a middle-aged ex CIA operative who now resided in San Salvador. Ben Halley’s knowledge of the country and its people had been invaluable to Booker and he now considered the man a close friend. Without his help, Booker knew he would have had no hope of ever finding Hanson.
As the plane’s engines rumbled to life, Dennis pulled out the photo of Tom from his jeans pocket. Unfolding the rumpled piece of paper, he stared into Hanson’s wild, confused eyes. “I’m coming for you Tommy,” he murmured softly, a lump forming in his throat. When the plane taxied down the runway, Booker closed his eyes and relaxed back into his seat. In an approximately one hour, he would be in El Salvador and then it was only an hour and a half’s drive to Ahuachapán where he would see Tom for the first time in over two years.
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Walking through the arrivals lounge in the Cuscatlán International Airport, Dennis spotted Ben’s large, broad frame immediately. Smiling, he extended his hand. “Benny, how’ve you been?” he greeted warmly.
Ben Halley pulled Dennis into a warm hug. “You’re gonna need to lose that leather jacket Dennis, it’s as humid as Hades in the monsoon season out there. No matter how long I live here, I never get used to it.” Pulling out a wrinkled handkerchief, he mopped theatrically at the sweat on his dark brow.
Booker laughed. Ben was as animated as ever. Shrugging out of his jacket, he rolled up his sleeves and followed Halley as he navigated through the crowds.
“So,” Halley addressed Dennis. “Are you going to spend the night in sultry San Salvador or do you want to hire a car and drive straight on to Ahuachapán?”
Booker knew he would not get a restful night’s sleep knowing that Tom was so close. “Drive through. No point in hanging around here. It’s only about an hour and a half isn’t it?”
“Give or take”, Ben replied, steering Booker towards the airport car rental offices. “Wish I could travel with you Denny boy but I’ve got a prior engagement.” Booker did not query the large American, as he was well aware that many of Ben’s activities in El Salvador were considered unlawful. Arriving at the desk, Halley gave the girl behind the counter a broad grin. “Hola. Cuánto pide usted por un auto de alquiler durante una semana?”

The young girl quoted an amount for one week’s car rental. After signing the paperwork, Booker pulled his credit card out of his wallet and paid the bill. He then handed several hundred American dollars to Ben who traded them for Salvadoran colónes. Taking the car keys, he and Halley walked outside into the stifling air and found the rather battered looking Toyota. Unlocking the boot, Dennis tossed in his bag and jacket before slamming it shut. “Thanks for everything Ben, I’ll give you a call when I arrive at Antiguo Cuscatlán, I’m going to need help getting Tommy his papers.”
“I almost forgot,” Halley replied, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two pieces of paper. Handing them to Dennis, he explained their purpose. “This is a fake document for Tom. It won’t get you out of the country, but if soldiers stop you, it should be good enough not to raise any suspicion. And this,” he continued, handing Booker the second piece of paper, “is a map to the hospital in Ahuachapán and the name of a cheap hotel.” Smiling broadly, he gave Dennis another hug. “Be careful my friend, it’s hard to know who to trust in this God forsaken country.”
“Thanks Ben, I don’t know what I would have done without you,” Booker replied sincerely. Climbing into the car, he wound down the window and gave Halley a final wave before pulling out of the parking lot and into the slow moving traffic.
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Driving along the narrow hilly roads towards Ahuachapán, Booker found himself constantly pulled over by government soldiers. They checked his passport suspiciously before allowing him to continue his journey. As he traveled further west, the road curved up steep hills and large imposing mountains came into view, rising majestically from the rugged terrain. Dropping the Toyota into low gear, Booker drove carefully along the rut-filled road as he climbed higher above sea level. The temperature in the car soared and he was annoyed to find that the air conditioner was faulty. His clothes stuck uncomfortably to his skin and he wished he had thought to buy some bottled water before leaving the airport. After an hour and forty-five minutes on the road, a large signpost signaled that Ahuachapán was only a mile away. The humidity and his discomfort were immediately forgotten and Booker pressed his foot down on the accelerator and sped up. He was so close to Tom he could almost feel it.
Approaching the city, he slowed his pace as he glanced down at the hand drawn map that Ben had given him. In his rush to get to Hanson, he took several wrong turns before finally finding the hospital. Parking the car on the street, Booker got out and stared up at the imposing brown clay brick building. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest and he clenched his fists into tight balls. Now that he was just moments from seeing Hanson, he felt extremely apprehensive. From the reports Ben had received from the source who had found Tom, Hanson was not in good shape. It was obvious he had suffered at the hands of his captors and Booker wondered if the psychological damage would be too extensive to allow Tom to lead a normal life ever again. There was now no immediate family to take care of Tom as his mother had passed away just three months ago from a sudden heart attack. Before her death, Margaret Hanson had given up any hope of ever finding her son and Booker had stopped phoning her when he had a lead that he thought was promising. It seemed unbelievably cruel to Dennis that Hanson had been found only months after Margaret’s death and therefore, he had been denied a final farewell. Booker was extremely close to his own mother and he could not imagine being deprived of the chance to say one last goodbye.
Realizing that he had been standing outside the hospital procrastinating for several minutes, Booker took a deep breath to steady his nerves and walked slowly into the building.
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