[RP] 'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind, wish somebody would tell me I'm fine…
All told, it doesn't take long between the time Thane teleported out of the construction site to the time he teleports back in, and paramedic at gunpoint with him. One Andy Mackenzie was having a perfectly normal shift until she checked one patient into the emergency room, headed back out to the ambulance, and got pushed up against a wall by a large man with a gun and then - she doesn't even know what, except that she's very abruptly not in the emergency room any more and her wings are shooting out through carefully-tailored slits in her uniform.
She breaks the guy's grip in sort order - angelic strength is no joke, and she's always been fast - but doesn't move beside that, because angels will still go down to one bullet and she didn't survive a term of duty in the Army just to be shot down on her job in Chicao. But she is mantling, which for someone topping out at a height of 5'2 is not that intimidating, and while she's keeping her attention on the guy with the gun, her situational awareness is good enough to register the fact that this is not an inviting room.
Thane wastes absolutely no time in spinning her around and shoving her toward Dmitri. "Her. Contusions, bone fractures, one gunshot wound. You're a medic, you keep her alive."
Andy looks over the person he's directed her to help, catches her breath as she sees everything - bruises, definitely a broken nose, cuffed to a wall, and the two bloody wings lying on the ground near her... never mind that the red blood raises more questions than she has answers for, but someone's beat the shit out of this girl, and her money's on the great ape behind her with the gun. And there's something that runs up hard against her training, and she turns back to him, scowling. "Why? I'm guessing so she can wake up to more of the same?"
He was warm, when he grabbed her - not hot, not a demon, and the only war she knows about in Chicago is the war between angels and demons, and she didn't think she'd ever see a scene like this outside of a war. Certainly never wanted to.
Thane steps forward, the gun in his hands held at ready. "You help her or I start killing off the rest of them," he snaps, and it's not clear to himself whether or not he's bluffing. "You want to make that decision for all of them? They'd be better off dead?"
Andy grits her teeth, looking to Toshiko, Hart, the Doctor - no one she knows, not that she'd expect it in a city this size, and she turns back. Kneels by Dmitri, feeling carefully for breathing, for a heartbeat.
"This girl doesn't need a paramedic, she needs a hospital," she says, wings mantling more. "You want-"
"Take care of her," Thane growls. "She doesn't leave this room. And you-"
Andy turns, wings fully splayed, now. "You want her to live?"
The gun is trained on Andy's forehead, and it's not moving from there. "That's the plan, yeah."
"Then you can't just grab me and point me at her," Andy snaps. "I'm not a healing angel. Look." She peels off one latex glove, laying it on the bare skin of Dmitri's neck. "Someone-" -you- "beat this girl within an inch of her life, and either you're going to take her back to a hospital, or you're going to bring a hospital to me. You don't have a lot of options."
Ordinarily, Thane would shoot someone for taking that tone with him, but these are not ordinary circumstances. He may kill her later, but right now, he needs her. "...what do you need?"
"First, I need you to get these cuffs off her," Andy says, gesturing to Dmitri's wrists.
Thane looks at her. Looks at the cuffs. Andy growls.
"What, are you afraid of her getting up and starting to kickbox? Get the cuffs off so I can lie her down. While you do that I'm going to make a list of things you better bring me - I'm going for a notepad, so don't shoot."
"I know you're not armed," Thane snaps back, shoving his gun into its holster and stepping past her to undo the cuffs. Right. The little angel decides to pick her up and run - which wouldn't be sensible anyway - he can trace them because they can't get far. Andy is scribbling furiously in her notepad, and it only takes her a few moments after Dmitri is laid down to tear off a sheet and shove it at Thane.
"That's immediately," she says. "I don't have time to list out everything I will need, so expect to make a few trips."
She's glaring. Thane is glaring. There's no question whatsoever, exactly how much they dislike each other.
Thane snatches the list, reads it over, punches the coordinates into his wrist device and is gone without a word. Andy kneels by Dmitri's side, looking her over, making sure her airway stays open, that her heart hasn't stopped beating yet. Then she takes a bit more time to look around the room, the three other people chained there, and exhales.
"...I suppose it's reasonable to assume that he took all of your keys with him," she says, then catches sight of another pair of cuffs, severed, hanging from the wall not too far from Dmitri. "...mind you if whatever cut through those is still lying around here..."
She breaks the guy's grip in sort order - angelic strength is no joke, and she's always been fast - but doesn't move beside that, because angels will still go down to one bullet and she didn't survive a term of duty in the Army just to be shot down on her job in Chicao. But she is mantling, which for someone topping out at a height of 5'2 is not that intimidating, and while she's keeping her attention on the guy with the gun, her situational awareness is good enough to register the fact that this is not an inviting room.
Thane wastes absolutely no time in spinning her around and shoving her toward Dmitri. "Her. Contusions, bone fractures, one gunshot wound. You're a medic, you keep her alive."
Andy looks over the person he's directed her to help, catches her breath as she sees everything - bruises, definitely a broken nose, cuffed to a wall, and the two bloody wings lying on the ground near her... never mind that the red blood raises more questions than she has answers for, but someone's beat the shit out of this girl, and her money's on the great ape behind her with the gun. And there's something that runs up hard against her training, and she turns back to him, scowling. "Why? I'm guessing so she can wake up to more of the same?"
He was warm, when he grabbed her - not hot, not a demon, and the only war she knows about in Chicago is the war between angels and demons, and she didn't think she'd ever see a scene like this outside of a war. Certainly never wanted to.
Thane steps forward, the gun in his hands held at ready. "You help her or I start killing off the rest of them," he snaps, and it's not clear to himself whether or not he's bluffing. "You want to make that decision for all of them? They'd be better off dead?"
Andy grits her teeth, looking to Toshiko, Hart, the Doctor - no one she knows, not that she'd expect it in a city this size, and she turns back. Kneels by Dmitri, feeling carefully for breathing, for a heartbeat.
"This girl doesn't need a paramedic, she needs a hospital," she says, wings mantling more. "You want-"
"Take care of her," Thane growls. "She doesn't leave this room. And you-"
Andy turns, wings fully splayed, now. "You want her to live?"
The gun is trained on Andy's forehead, and it's not moving from there. "That's the plan, yeah."
"Then you can't just grab me and point me at her," Andy snaps. "I'm not a healing angel. Look." She peels off one latex glove, laying it on the bare skin of Dmitri's neck. "Someone-" -you- "beat this girl within an inch of her life, and either you're going to take her back to a hospital, or you're going to bring a hospital to me. You don't have a lot of options."
Ordinarily, Thane would shoot someone for taking that tone with him, but these are not ordinary circumstances. He may kill her later, but right now, he needs her. "...what do you need?"
"First, I need you to get these cuffs off her," Andy says, gesturing to Dmitri's wrists.
Thane looks at her. Looks at the cuffs. Andy growls.
"What, are you afraid of her getting up and starting to kickbox? Get the cuffs off so I can lie her down. While you do that I'm going to make a list of things you better bring me - I'm going for a notepad, so don't shoot."
"I know you're not armed," Thane snaps back, shoving his gun into its holster and stepping past her to undo the cuffs. Right. The little angel decides to pick her up and run - which wouldn't be sensible anyway - he can trace them because they can't get far. Andy is scribbling furiously in her notepad, and it only takes her a few moments after Dmitri is laid down to tear off a sheet and shove it at Thane.
"That's immediately," she says. "I don't have time to list out everything I will need, so expect to make a few trips."
She's glaring. Thane is glaring. There's no question whatsoever, exactly how much they dislike each other.
Thane snatches the list, reads it over, punches the coordinates into his wrist device and is gone without a word. Andy kneels by Dmitri's side, looking her over, making sure her airway stays open, that her heart hasn't stopped beating yet. Then she takes a bit more time to look around the room, the three other people chained there, and exhales.
"...I suppose it's reasonable to assume that he took all of your keys with him," she says, then catches sight of another pair of cuffs, severed, hanging from the wall not too far from Dmitri. "...mind you if whatever cut through those is still lying around here..."