“No, this can’t be happening.” Jack Sanders moaned.
He had been up all night, searching through the files he had smuggled home with him from the secure government building where he had been debriefed from his last mission. Jack was thirty one years old. With his wavy blond hair and blue eyes, many called him handsome. However his handsome face was now twisted in grief.
Jack was a soldier, or more specifically a member of the Australian SAS. He had been operating in northern Russia, where he and Michael Corner, another SAS man, had heard rumours of an old soviet military base, high up in the Ural mountain ranges. The rumours stated that the base contained secret Soviet documents from the cold war.
With their mission completed, the two SAS men decided to look around, what they found in the base had led to a fight, in which Jack had been seriously wounded by Michael, and which had caused Michael to run off, leaving Jack for dead.
Jack had survived, he had called in the Australian military on a satellite phone and eventually been extracted. What they had found in the Ural ranges had haunted Jack through those long weeks awaiting extraction, the documents he had found had led him to break in to the office of a high ranking military official and steal important files. What the files contained shook Jack to his core.
He had to run, it wouldn’t be long before someone noticed the files were missing, and then it would only take a few minutes to work out where they had gone. He had to get his wife and their newborn daughter, Emily, out of the country as soon as possible. He quickly bundled the files into a bag and ran outside to his car, a battered Holden Commodore. He put the key into the ignition and pulled out of the driveway.
His wife had gone out for the night, and had left Emily with one of her relatives. As he drove down the highway to his wife’s relatives, who unfortunately lived on the other side of Sydney, he pulled his mobile out of his jeans and dialled his wife’s number. She picked up almost instantly.
“Jack?” she asked, her voice was quivering as if there was a hungry lion standing in front of her. “Jack is that you?”
“Sarah, we’ve got to run, I’m going to get Emily now, meet me at the Bradley's house.”
“Jack... I...” She paused. “Jack, run!” She yelled “They’ve got me, run...”
She screamed out in pain and her voice was cut off. The phone was silent for a second, and then a familiar voice answered.
“Hello Jack.”
“Michael... If you lay one hand on her I swear to god I’ll...”
“You’ll what?” Laughed Michael. “Storm a military base and take on half the Australian army? No Jack, you’re quite powerless right now. Come back to the base with the documents and I’ll let your wife live.”
“You’re a two-faced, lying son of a bitch.” Yelled Jack, and as much as it pained him to do it, he hung up and tossed the phone out the window. Damn it, he thought, they had almost certainly knew where he was now by tracing his mobile phone. And Sarah...
“Oh, this is some serious shit.” He said to himself.
Two minutes later he pulled into the Bradley's driveway. It was a cloudless night, and the stars twinkled down on him, but he didn’t have time to stop and admire it. He sprinted up to the door and knocked loudly, shouting
“Gwen!, Jeff!”
Gwen Bradley opened the door. She was a short, plump and exceptionally rude woman who pestered you day and night, about such things as telling you to brush his hair and teeth.
“Jack, what are you doing here? I thought Sarah was supposed to pick Emily up. Has something...” Jack had to cut her off before she got going, otherwise he’d be here all night.
“No time to explain just let me in!”
“Ok, ok, keep your hair on.”
As soon as there was a space through the doorway big enough for him to fit through Jack dashed inside.
“Where’s Emily?” Jack asked frantically.
“In the living room.” She replied. “But what’s this all...”
Not waiting for her to finish, Jack dashed down the hallway and entered the living room.
The walls were covered in old fashioned wallpaper, not to mention the old furniture, old TV and the overwhelming old person smell. The only thing that looked like it had been bought in this decade was a black and green porter-cot standing in the middle of the room. Jack walked over to it and looked inside, and for the first time in many weeks he smiled. Emily lay in the cot with a thumb in her mouth, sleeping peacefully, oblivious to all the horrible events that were happening. Only nine weeks old, she was growing fast.
“There we are, sweetheart,” He said as he picked her up, “Daddy's here.”
Thankfully she didn’t wake up. Just as he was picking her up Mrs Bradley’s plump form appeared in the doorway.
“Jack what on earth is going on?” She asked.
“There’s no time to explain but listen, you and your husband are in danger, and...” Jack paused. “Where is your husband by the way?”
“Jeff? He’s upstairs sleeping.”
“Go wake him up, tell him you’ve got to get out of here right now, don’t pack or anything just get in your car and drive, out of town, out of the state even.”
"I'm not going anywhere until you me and Jeff have a good long chat."
“Oh hurry up, and do you know where that baby carrier thing is? The thing that straps to my chest and Emily goes inside it?”
“It’s just there on the seat.” She said, pointing at a small leather armchair.
As she went upstairs he got the carrier, put it on and put Emily in it. Jack couldn't wait for her, so he stepped up to the front door and was about to go outside when he saw blue, red and white lights flashing outside.
“Oh crap.”
Jack thought fast. The police had probably been tipped off by Michael, they would stall him till Michael and the military got here. They were already halfway up the pathway. He turned around and sprinted to the back door. He quickly went into the Bradleys backyard and jumped over the fence into the neighbour’s driveway. He crept over to the edge of the fence and peeked around. The police had parked the cars in a semicircle around the front yard, however a few police cars were parked separately from the others. It seemed like there hadn’t been enough room in the semi-circle. Jack decided to make a dash for the nearest, which was only a few metres away and had had its engine left on. Thankfully the police's attention was focused on the house and no one noticed him and he made it to the car without being spotted. He opened the door and got inside.
At that precise moment Gwen screamed, and an officer inside the house cried out in pain. Most of the officer’s rushed inside the house and the rest were completely focused on the Bradleys home. No-one noticed the police car drive silently away.
Jack knew he had to leave the country, He noticed a mobile lying on the passenger seat. He reached for it and dialled Rex’s number. Rex was a friend of his who owned a small leisure craft which was filled with tourists most days, cruising in the Sydney harbour bay and soaking up the sun. He also had something else moored on a pier ten miles north of Sydney. The mobile stopped ringing and a familiar voice said hello.
“Hey Rex, it's Jack. Listen I was wondering if I could borrow your seaplane.”
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Character Development. 
The rest of the story is great, you just need to improve a little upon that, don't worry though. 