Part 2
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Alayna looked up and scowled then went on another frantic search. "Not fucking here." she muttered. "I'll check the database." she baegan typing in the name, likely mispelling it.
Eamon's eyes skate past the male corporal to the bars behind him, lining the corridor wall. His hands clench into fists behind his back; he sways unsteadily on his feet, as if he's been drinking a bit, although there's no smell of liquor on him.
Mike nods and grips his arm . "we'll find a place for him.. " he shoves him.. violently face first against the counter and mesh metal fencing there to check the hand cuffs "Nice fuckin hair.. " he mutters at the pony tail
Guin bites back a protest and has to force herself from stepping in-between, or forcing the man away. She swallows back anger and steps up sharply. "Hey! I wasn't handing him to you on a silver platter. -My- prisoner, not yours. I hear you guys have a history of losing them, anyway." She smiles sweetly at the man.
Alayna's head jerked up and she found herself face to face with the prisoner. Man she HATED processing. Lips curled in a practiced sneer. "Got him...Liam. Transfer." she nodded, eyes flicking back to the screen to read before settling on him. "Welcome to our little bed and breakfast. Don't raid the mini bar and we'll get on JUST fine."
Eamon's jaw clenches, muscles drawing taut beneath the orange, but he doesn't resist. He slams into the wall, his face and glasses inches from the mesh. Say something, any fucking thing... all right, if he can't get rid of his accent, he slather on a Dublin like plaster. Closing his eyes, he grits his teeth, and calls up memories of home, streets, waggy lads bumming a smoker on the corner... "Oi, an' ye like'a look o' that, do ye, ye coolchie gad?" He cocks his head back and fixes the corporal with a half-mad grin. "Gotcha all'n a twist, does it?"
Mike swivels his head towards the other marine "NO fucker ever got out on my watch.. " he advises her .. and almost without looking he jams the end of the stun baton right under the left buttock of the prisoner .. just where the inside of his thigh meets the gluteous maximus and discharges a moderate level short blast "Shut that mouth full of cock talk up...!" he barks irritatedly at teh long haired man
Guin blinks in surprise, though she tries to hide. They had it? Well. All right, then. But her attention is jerked back to the Marine, and she has the insane urge to punch him. She can't even really tell what Eamon said, but it got to this Marine, which might have made her smile if he hadn't just tazered him. Instead, she grabs at his baton--procedure or not, she has no idea, but she's not just going to stand there... "I said, enough! He is not your prisoner, at least not yet. Don't you idiots have procedure here? Processing, protocol? Or are you all just a bunch of cavemen?"
Alayna stared then looked to Guin. "What the fuck did he say?" eyes raked over him again. "Gonna be trouble, aren't you, I can tell." she glanced at the monitor and then at Mike. "I'm putting him in with your little red haired girl. He looks like the type she'd like." might seem like magic, yes, but Mike had just taken her out and Laynie knew it. She wanted him to know she knew he'd been playing with the toys.
Eamon stiffens, his back bowing, his teeth clenched together so hard it feels like they'll crack from the strain. White-hot pain explodes where the baton meets flesh and sizzles through his body, cutting off speech as neatly as shutting off a radio. He collapses forward, weight slamming into the ledge, and fights to catch his breath. "Gi' us a breather, missus," he rasps, ragged, and sways upright once more. His head falls back, eyes closed. "No' feelin so round an' toast, this ould lad..."
Mike drives his forearm into the back of the prisoner insuring he stays put as he looks down at the female marines hand "You had better un ass that baton ...or we are gonna have a a fuckin problem..." he says in a dead cold voice looking at you thru his visor
Eamon slams forward again, his glasses knocked askew. "No' be mindin a bit o' a lie-down, aye...?"
Guin channels her growing fury into her eyes as she meets the Marine's, unblinking. She remembers who she is, who she's supposed to be, what's at stake. "I think we might already," she says coldly, and deliberately keeps her hand on the baton. "I need this prisoner in one piece. They didn't send me all this way with him to have him beaten to a pulp by the likes of you." She quiets for a moment, then releases her hand. "Now. Processing. Then take him to his cell. LIke a good soldier."
Alayna stepped back as she watched and forced herself not to wince. Damn, that was harsh. She managed to keep the jeering look on her face, though it didn't go to her eyes. "What the hell laungage is he speaking? Can't understand a word of that shit." And she couldn't honestly."Once he passes that gate out there...he is ours. Teeth, hair and toenails." she wasn't much on visiting dignitaries, and this woman didn't seem to out rank her by much, if at all.
Eamon wobbles his head toward his escort. He peers at her through crooked glasses. "A bit o' fever I'm thinkin I have, mum. Wi ye check? It burns us..."
Mike looks at you for a moment .. something in his face flickers with confusion with what you just said.. and possibly. since this young face 22 years old on the outside.. has no experince hiding anything.. .. suspicion..? He moves witout another word taking him thru the door
Guin exhales as the Marine looks away, not liking the look in his eye, and fixes on the woman. "Not yours unti I sign off, and I'm not going to sign off until he's safely inside and I'm relatively sure will survive the night." She looks to the prisoner, wavering on his feet. She meets his eyes, and bites the inside of her cheek. "Oh, fuck it all... might need a medic, too. Hope you guys got your vaccinations."
Mike pulls the prisoner around and holds him still for the lance corporal to holo photo him. He glances at the female marine again
Alayna's eyes moved from the marine and her prisoner to Mike, picking up something in his demeanor and her own face tightened. She reached for the camera. "VAccinations?" the prossess was quick once Mike moved him. Snap. Snap.
Eamon staggers upright, and through the door, weirdly grateful for the hand on his arm. The stun baton had left his legs as fecking sturdy as a sock full of jelly. The next room is largely unfamiliar, and it brings its own silent exhalation... before Guin's words prick at him and he deliberately steps off-gait. "All goin ta ha' a pisser," he mutters, swaying where he stands. "We saw the spiders. Aye, so we did. An all hissin they were..."
Mike grunts pulling him to the infirmary "This way.. did you do a physical when you left your last station.. what if your rockstar here is contagious..?" he grumbles pulling him along
Guin keeps one possessive hand on the prisoner's arm, giving it a squeeze as he's positioned for a photo. "Yeah, vaccinations... " She studies the prisoner's profile, as if weighing his words. "Hissing spiders... God. Let's hope that insane Asbrink hasn't invented those yet... " She looks back to the other two, in mounting disbelief. "Oh, for the love of God, don't tell me you didn't get that memo, either. The CDC notice? The outbreak? Surely it reached even this corner of hell." As the man starts to pull Eamon away she steps forward. "He'll be fine in a cell for the night. Just get a doctor to check him in the morning." Grumbling to herself, she stalks after.
Alayna's eyes went wide at the mention of the cdc. Fuck the marines, she wasn't getting sick.
Alayna stayed firm at her post and let Mike handle this one. Shame if he died though, he owed her dinner.
Eamon is now the rope in a tug-o-war. "Oi, comma now! Leave off! I jus' want a bit o' a lie-down!"
Mike shoulders the prisoner .. nearly flipping him into the chair .. not caring that he will land on the cuffs "What the FUCK are you talking about? I am the CQ (charge of quarters) and NOTHING has come over the Mil-Net for that!"
Eamon is slammed into the chair with a grunt. His wrists locked behind him, full weight wrenching them back... Something gives in his shoulder with a rusty snarl. He bites back the pain, eyes closed, only to open them on the window straight ahead. Now he knows why the next room had seemed familiar. The chair. Masha beside him, Allie dying. The chair in the room.
Guin growls as Eamon is yanked out of her hand, and her anger is not feigned as she stalks over to the chair. She'd make another grab for his arm, intending to tug him to his feet. "Well then you would have -seen- it. Go check your fax again. -And- your computer. Maybe you should re-examine the incompetents under your employ. As for this one." If she can, she'd jerk him to his feet once more. "He's been babbling about hissing everything the whole way here. Probably some addict or another... God only knows. Always nattering on... this hurts, that hurts. Just let me put him in the cell so we can all get some rest."
Mike drives the heel of his left hand into the prisoner's solar plexus as he is pulled up "He doesnt fuckin leave this room till I verify .." he looks down "You need to check your side arm corporal..." he advises her with a head tilt to the other room
Guin is tempted to draw that sidearm on the Marine, but manages to resist the impulse. "I'll check it when you put that baton down. And this is still my prisoner, so I have authority. Write me up all you like, if you don't like how I do things. I'm sure my commanding officers would just love to hear your story. Now, I am taking this man to his cell."
Eamon is wrenched to his feet once more, or at least half-helped in that direction. He likely outweighs Guin twice over. "No' an addict, mum," he mutters, and tries to scratch his arm against the chair back. Track marks are a bitch, and... fucking hell, down again he goes, breath driven out of him. He gasps, grunts, and flicks a glance at Guin. Think fast, love.
Alayna watched the goins on the med bay, but damn, if he was sick...she didn't get any shot and she sure as hell didn't want to die for the UAC. She was only here to find her likely loser of a dad. She turned around and stared at the screen, trying to decide what to do. If she called for hel, she'd likely be made to help herself but an officer. Fuck. Mike was on his own.
Mike levels the baton at you "Secure that shit for a tick..." he walks over to the counter and gets a mask and a plastic cylinder. He tosses the mask on his chest and puts the cylinder to his motu pullin the plastic over off the needle "I'll get the sample.. you put the quaretine mask on him.. " the mask has a vlave for drinking in it. It straps on to a subjects head
Guin raises a hand to deliberately move the baton away from her. The fear she has is washed away in anger, and her defiance is not an act. She'd caught Eamon's glance, and well understood the urgency. "Fine," she says simply. "I will check it, if you will let me take this man to his cell in the next five minutes. Or I end up reporting -you.-"
Mike snorts "Your lax ass unit rules aint getting me busted again shit for brains.." he says conversationally as he uncermoniously jams the syringe into the vein running along the top of EAmon's hand .. where an IV would go.. he withdraws the plunger and a small quanity of blood. "Hes all yours.. this way.. " he says as he drops the sample into the storage unit.
Eamon tries to shift his position, easing his weight an inch off his badly wrenched shoulder. It's throbbing like a nest of stings. "Din want it," he mumbles, trying to turn his head away from the weird fecking mask on his chest. "No' sayin what we want for ha' a taste..." The thin, bright sting of the needle doesn't fash him much; the one thing they hadn't done on his last visit was plug him for DNA.
Guin does as she's asked, ignoring his jibe as she drops the gun in the place it looked like it was meant to go. Thankfully he didn't seem to be paying too close attention. She turns in time to see him draw the blood, and she clenches her jaw, eyes on the syringe, but she doesn't know she's going to be able to get that back. "All right." When the Marine's back is turned she moves to slip an unusually gentle arm around the prisoner's shoulders, trying to guide him to his feet. "I know you didn't want it," she murmurs. Though what he didn't want, she hadn't a clue. "And we're going to your lay-down, all right?"
Mike grunts rolliung his eyes "Right this way Lucky Charms.. we got yer 'lay down'.." he laughs at his own humor
Eamon shakes his head subtly, a wordless reassurance, and lets her lever him to his feet. He staggers toward the door, head down and bobbing, a litany of garbled Gaelic and thickly accented English spilling from his lips. "Lie down, aye, but canna sleep. Spiders wi' eat me..."
Guin [COM]: moving toward the cells
Jan [COM]: *grunts* Morgue neutralized. Securing.
Mike cards the door as he takes you in he pauses to whisper in your ear "Give your cell pal a little while to dry out.. if you know what I mean.. " he says in a low whisper.. face to face with the man.. he winks one eye thru his visor at him.. like they were old drinking buddies
Alayna blinked rapidly. Spiders....eat him. Shit, was he high or was he really sick like she said. She turned back to the computer and god damn if it wasn't there. The CDC alert. "Miiiiiiiiike!!!!!"
Eamon's muscles draw viciously taut as they walk through the next set of doors. The walls--gray, blind and cold--rise overhead, crowding close. The smell... it's exactly the same. Concrete dust, blood and iron and death. He licks his lips; he can almost taste copper and drying brains on his tongue. Oh God, my God.
Guin takes on his weight as best she can, glad she isn't actually having to hold him up. But she would not ask for the Marine's help. She casts a dark look at the woman as they pass back through the processing area... and into the cells beyond. Her own stomach drops, she can only imagine what Eamon's feeling... Her arm tightens around his waist. "Oh, you'll probably be able to sleep sooner than you think. Long day and... you'll have to fight the spiders tomorrow... " She rolls her eyes, then focuses on getting him pointed toward the right cell.
Mike slides his baton home "Oh fuck it till it bleeds what the fuck did she screw up NOW?!" he says heading over to the entry way
Mike walks out "WHAT?!"
Guin flinches as the woman shouts out--Mike, it would seem, and suddenly memory clicks into place. She bows her head, hiding it from his view. When he opens the cell door she takes her time maneuvering Eamon in, waiting until Mike is out of sight. Once inside, she slips her hand into the waistband of her pants, drawing free the tiny bundle there and pressing it into Eamon's palm, just as she unlatches his cuffs. No unnecessary movement. "Try not to scare the other prisoner, Liam." She slaps a hand on his shoulder. "And try to get some sleep. I'll check in before I leave in the morning, okay?"
Eamon mutters dimly, "Spiders. They come out a' night, feshin on eggs, missus..." His fingers close around the cloth, with its small and deadly contents. His shoulder screams as he shifts his hands round to the front, palming the package. "No' feelin on me game, me luv..." He staggers forward, his head turning back and forth, blindly seeking. "Fever, me..."
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Elise exhales and at last turns back toward the curtains, into the room where Rena and Masha wait. She looks at both of them. "There must be something for us to do--to pass the time, so we don't go quietly insane."
Rena pointed to the bodies tucked in the corner. "These need to go to the morgue....and fair warning, they will stink when we open the bags."
Masha nods and sighs, getting ready to do the nasty work.
Elise's nose wrinkles. Bodies--they weren't kidding. "I...don't even want to know..."
Masha shoots Elise a suddenly impish look. "Maybe I will introduce you to Nick some time..." she says as she moves to help Rena with whatever they were doing with the corpses.
Elise tilts her head at Masha. "Nick?" She steps foward. "Can I...carry....something?"
Masha nods. "We, cher. We have to carry these to the morgue." She goes to where Jan had stored the corpses, smallish men in standard MCMC bodybags.
Rena moved behind Masha, explaining as she did. "When they 'die' they'll go to the morgue for us to retrive them. These kind souls will take their places in the ovens."
Elise helps Masha as well as she can, and looks up at Rena. "How do we-- Well, get to the morgue from here?"
Masha moves to help, letting Rena explain that one.
Rena looked up, hand on one of the bags. "I told you we were trusting you. You'll see soon. Only a handful know this part...."
Elise nods and doesn't ask any more questions then; it feels like it would be too easy to ask the wrong thing. "I would never betray this, Rena," she says softly. "It means too much."
Masha remains silent as they work, again not saying a word. Coyotes could learn discretion!
Rena paused again and nodded. "I know." and she did, or she'd never have allowed it. "Let's get them out there and into the vent." she started tugging on the body she held. Not as careful with it as Masha would likelly want her to be.
Masha's already said her prayers over them - to her, they were only so much meat at this point. "Uff," she says as the stench comes through, even with the bags zipper shut.
Elise would take hold of the body Masha works with, helping the smaller hybrid with this horrible work. She says a silent prayer, that no matter how these bodies came to be here, they were doing their own worthy thing--taking the place of Eamon and the package when they came out. And they would come out; one way or another. She swallows hard, and wrinkles her nose.
Rena just began to move, touching her com and speaking. "We alone down here?"
Elise moves along with Masha and Rena, not knowing where they're going or having the benefit of their coms, and again, endeavoring to trust herself wholly to them.
Bodi: Bodi, in a moment of weakness, rest her head on his shoulder, a delicate shiver running down her spine. His mood had effected her more than she knew, trepidation making her hands shake slightly. She bit her lower lip and waited.
Masha follows quietly along, her momentary levity stilled as they get to the point of the matter. She waits for Rena's sign to move.
Elise wishes her nose weren't quite so keen. It stays in a wrinkle as they walk through the dark; she follows Masha, coming to pause beside a ruined wall.
Rena stopped, breathing a little hard. "He's heavy." she glanced up toward the two way mirror. "Where the hell are they, are we going in alone?"
Masha shrugs. She has no idea, not too clear on this part of the plan. She's watching Rena for signs of collapsed lung or undue pain as they wait.
Elise says softly, "Who?"
Jan leaned sideways, in the deep dark of the vent, to press a kiss on the side of her head. "Don't show'em anything."
Bodi nodded, like he could see her in the darkness, and turned to brush soft lips against his in a brief caress, an attempt to quell the niggling sense of unease that had her so jumpy all of a sudden.
Masha finds herself admiring Elise's super cool helmet as she leads the cat into the vent. "Come on, cher," she whispers.
Elise follows Masha, silently.
Masha comes up on silent feet behind Jan.
Jan tightened his hand around hers. His mind, focused on the task at hand as if it had been nailed there, was uncomfortably prescient that he was stuck in a hot, dark ventilation tube. Spying Masha, in the deep dark, he nodded.
Rena followed the two silently, hand wrapping around her ribs.
Elise comes up into the vent, wondering where the hell they are exactly. She looks back and would offer Rena a hand up if she needed it.
Rena hesitated for a slit second before taking the offered hand, wincing as she moved up into the vent. Elise might feel more of her wieght than Rena had intended.
Elise helps Rena up silently; she's handled wrestling kittens before, so this is no burden at all. She would gently cup her elbow and be sure she was steady before withdrawing. She keeps her silence, her nose wrinkling at the scents here. In a vent, in the dark; she wondered how many of them were armed.
Jan crept, quietly as he could on his boots, over to Rena, leaning into her ear, and whispering. Expression betraying none of the anxiety and worry in his mind.
Rena nodded to Jan and pointed to him and Bodi. She made a chopping motion, then pointed to herself, Masha and Elise and made carrying motions.
Masha watches, having on the vaguest clue about what Rena's trying to say. She gets carrying.
Jan nodded, grokking the movements, as he crept back quietly to the grate, reaching to his vest, he found a multitool, and began working at silently working the vent grating loose. Gloved fingers wrapping between the bars, as he pushed it out, and down. He motioned to Bodi, to come up behind him silently, as heat began to waft more strongly into the vent.
Rena's hand went to cover her nose, the heat intensifying the smell. Jesus god this was awful. Next time, frozen corpses.
Bodi: Creeping up behind Jan, Bodi clenched her hands into fists, not sure what to expect. The wash of hot air was unexpected and Bodi couldn't breath for a second, the smell making her flinch, her stomach turn.
Elise watches Jan and Bodi in the dark, and feels waves of heat begin to move through the vent. She loosens her collar and can feel her heart kick a little. She remembers the intel reports she received from her cats who had been here; remembers mention of the crematorium. She exhales in an effort to drive the stench away, and figures they are close.
Jan felt her at his elbow, and pushed the grate out. Surreptitiously, he looked about the room, and pulled it back in, the grinding covered by the howl of the furnace. He whispered softly into Bodi's ear. "Three workers. Unarmed. Takedown, no casualties."
Masha knows exactly what's on the other side and breathes lightly through her mouth, waiting patiently. It's all she can do right now.
Bodi nodded slightly, shaking her hands loose and balances on her toes, ready to drop and move at Jan's command.
Jan breathed in, silently wishing he had a tazer. The position of the three morgue workers frozen in his mind. One operating the furnace, two facing a body. With a careful move, he slid the grating down, and aside, and crept past the refrigerator silently. The morgue wrokers, let's call them Larry, Curly, and Moe, busily did not hear them over the roaring flames and burning dissidents. Waiting in a crouch behind the freezer, Jan motioned to Bodi to join him with gloved fingers.
Bodi dropped to the tile floor, boots making little sound. Silent as a cat she moved into position, crouched, every muscle ready, she looked to Jan and waited for her target and the signal.
Rena moved forward as they disappeared and looked back at Elise, mouthing. "Welcome to hell." she didn't look like she found that amusing at all.
Elise watches Jan and Bodi drop out of the vent. She lifts an arm, burying her nose in the crook of her elbow to stave off some of the stench. She wonders if this is worse than when Eamon was hauled here the first time, and prays that somehow, in all of this, he can put some ghosts to rest. She glances at Masha and Rena, and finds herself hoping the same for them, too. She reads Rena's lips and has to agree; if this isn't Hell, it's pretty damn close.
Masha nods quietly, meeting eyes with the other two women. Waiting, in a word, sucked.
Jan drew up to his full height, and flattened himself against the freezer. He pointed across his chest to the lone worker, Moe, and made a quick chopping motion with his hand three times. Go. Go. Go. As soon as she went to dispatch Moe, he moved himself, drawing his pistol, as he approached Larry and Curly with a few swift paces. "What the f--" said Larry, cut short with a pistol-butt to the temple. Curly, himself, grimaced, and jumped across the gurney, moving to take Jan down with a growl.
Bodi moved close to the floor, creeping, feet silent as she closed the distance between her and the thing in the uniform in front of her. Reaching up, gloved hand covering his mouth, she drug him backwards, keeping him off balance while delivering two quick blows to his kidneys, making him grunt under the leather of her gloves.
Rena held her breath as she watched through the vent, as much from the smell as the suspense. God...she was glad she hadn't gone in and...she wished she had. Waiting did indeed, suck.
Masha listens intently, coyote ears pricked high, ready to leap into action if there was any sort of sign of anything going horribly wrong. Her hand rests on the butt of her gun, the holster unsnapped.
Jan wasn't having any of it, as his knee rose up to roll Larry off him, instead balancing the fellow precariously as his knee dug into his gut. The man viciously moved up to gouge Jan's eyes out with his thumbs, but Jan's arms moved swiftly on his back, reaching across his torso and knocking Larry's arms away. His forehead flew forward, connecting with Larry's nose, breaking it as he gave several choice blows under the ribs, grunting softly as he felt the larger man collapse on top of him. He reached up to his comm.
Bodi: Feeling her foot slip on god knows what on the floor, Bodi let the movement carry her to the floor on one knee, never letting up the grip on Mo. She bowed his back over her knee and gave a quick, precise snap of her hand, catching him in the throat. Then there was nothing but stillness. She rolled him off her knee, his unconscious form suddenly heavy and looked to Jan.
Jan nodded to Bodi, and looked to the vent, gesturing as he took Curly up by the armpits, dragging him backwards towards the vent.
Elise listens to the sounds of the struggle and buries her face more deeply into her arm. She tries not to think about Eamon and what he must be going through, but there's nothing here in the dark to take her mind off of it. She wishes she was up there, but knows she'd do absolutely no damn good. For a moment, she envies Rena her lack of ears and tail. The idea makes her feel even more sick.
Bodi grabbed Mo and did the same, again getting the heavier of the three. It was all she could do to get his flaccid, overweight form to the vent, panting heavily when she was done.
Jan looked to Rena and Masha, pulling Curly's unconcious form up, with an intimation that it would be oh so helpful if they grabbed the mortician's shoulders and pulled him up, before going back to take Larry over in a similar fashion.
Bodi passed up Mo's hands, not really caring if he got a pulled muscle or two...
Masha bends quickly to help, tugging and pulling and shoving, until the three stooges were in the vent with them and the corpses.
Rena pointed to Jan and then the morgue vaults and hissed. "In there."
Rena facepalmed. If they woke up in here it was all over. They'd be forced to kill them.
Jan shrugged. And yanked Larry down again, until he was in one of the the long, metal trays. Repeating the process with Moe and Curly, he pushed the trays shut, and locked them with a key he took off Curly. Once again to the comm
Masha sees the cat's reaction and starts helping to tug, pull and shove back in the other direction.
Jan moved back to the grate, and lifted it, cosmetically pressing it back over the vent, and waving to Rena with a nod.
Rena looked infinitely more relaxed for just a moment. Morgue under their control, Guin and Eamon inside. It seemed to be going as planned anyway. She closed her eyes and leaned on the wall. All that was left, the 'easy' part. Get them the hell out of there.
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Alayna pointed a shaking finger to the screen and the CDC alret there. To her it just screamed out. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE NOW!" She swallowed hard and looked up at him. "Did you....get a shot? I didn't."
Mike blinks looking at the screen "No..." he says in almost a whisper "can't fucking happen..." he stares at it
Mike goes rigid.. staring dumbly at the screen
Guin can't help the briefest of smiles--she has no idea what he's actually saying, and makes a mental note to ask later. Once they're all free. She takes the cuffs and pins them to her belt, reluctant to leave, but she has to stall. "You'll be fine. Just sleep it off." She'd guide him toward the cot, casting a quick glance at the woman before looking to him again, holding his eyes for a moment. "Just fine." Slowly she backs away, toward the door, every step a torture in itself.
Eamon shoots a quick glance at the blur of orange sprawled on the bunk above him. "Burns... spiders... in me piss..." Out of sight, his back blocking any view from the door, he strokes the cloth free of the needles and palms the pair. Old habits died hard; once a street thief, always a street thief. He stumbles toward the toilet, plucks his drawstring free, and pulls out for a healthy piss. The cloth flutters into the bowl.
Guin swallows hard, lingering for a moment more before backing out of the cell, and pulling it gently closed. She exhales, then turns back toward the processing room.
Guin [COM]: he's in
Mike blinks staring dumbly at the screen
Alayna swallowed hard and looked at the monitor and the people in the cell with the man. "Did she?" she whisperes it, just for him. Oh god, they just sentanced her to death? She looks both stricken and terrified.
Guin opens the door with a weary sigh, exaggerated for effect. She finds the two staring at the computer screen, and judging by the looks on their faces... "Ah," she says simply. "Found the notice?"
Leynai kept her eyes closed and did not move.. she had gotten to do enough moving earlier when soldier boy had tried helping her with his version of 'rocking her to sleep'... hearing muffled by the matress she simply ignored the voices floating around her
Alayna just nodded, still looking at the monitor showing the cells.
Eamon tips his head back, bellowing suddenly at the ceiling. "Me lass is a corker, she's got on me porker, she wants me ta buy her a ring! When I get me mitts on her jiggly tits, ringle-ti-tingle-ti-ting ting ting!" He tucks away, flushes, and turns toward the bed. "Hullo, me bonny lass..." he croons, and starts up the side of the bed. He's visibly shaking now.
Mike rouses from his state as the door opens and closes. He whirls and lunges swinging a mighty right cross for the slim female Marine's jaw as she speaks.. he roars out a frustrated .. if not tinged by rage filled fear sound as he stikes
Alayna gasped in shock as Mike swung, holy fuck they were in serious trouble here.
Leynai soreness aside she moved back away from the other person who seemed to have issues she didn't want to try to understand, voice a bit rough "Theres, another bed over there mister.. maybe, you could go climb into it instead of this one?".. could this night be any more screwed up...
Guin's mind is on the cell a few doors down and the small glimmer of triumph, at the fact that the notice has gotten throuhg. She's not prepared for the Marine's reaction. Mike's. His fist slams into her, jarring her teeth and sending a spike of pain through her head and jaw. She stumbles backward, and thinks for a moment -she's- hallucinating--she's hearing some sort of Irish drinking song. "What the fuck," she gasps, catching herself against the wall before she falls. "Was that for?"
Eamon crawls over the lass like a spider himself. "Ribble-ti-tibble-ti-ting ting ting," he mutters, sing-song and fucking out of his gourd. He grips her shoulder to roll her over. "Hullo, missus..." he whispers. "Give us a kiss, wi' ye?" His hand slides over her neck, and she would feel a sudden sting.
Alayna started to step forward then stopped, who was she kidding, she was a desk jocky, not a fighter. She wasn't getting into this. Besides, she was terrified.
Mike roars again grabbing the staggered Marine by the BDU top and shoving her almost off your tip toes against the monitors "YOU FUCKING KILLED US!! THE SHIT IS CONTAGIOUS!!!! WE ARE ALL FUCKIN DEAD YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT!!!!" his voice has more than edge of hysterical fear/rage in it
Leynai tried to squirm away fom him, hands moving to push him off as she felt something prick her neck, eyes widening a moment, her mouth would making motion as though to talk but no sound formed as her pulse accelerated and a numbness crept through her body, blue and green eyes losing focus before drifting to half mast, mind running rampant as panic set in...
Eamon puts his face kissing-close to the lass on the bunk, and for a moment, right before the drug sank its claws into her brain, he looks straight into her eyes with no trace of madness, only a fiercely intense regard. His accent softens, and he whispers so only she might hear, "Go with God."
Guin is lifted nearly off the ground as if she weighs nothing, and winces as her back slams against the glass of the monitors. He's so close she can see nothing but his face--where the woman is, she has no idea--and his shouting blocks everything else out. She clutches at his hands, instinctively trying to draw him away. "Get -off- of me!" she gasps, struggling in his hold. "I didn't do this! It's your fucking fault for not checking the notices!"
Mike screams "IT WASN"T THERE YOU DINGY BRAINED BITCH!" he pivots hurling you away.. tossing you into the air as he whirls in the processing room like a caged animal "oh fuck .. oh fuck .. oh fuck .. " he pants in a low tone as he pulls his helmet off
Eamon slides down off the bunk. He lands hard, worn boots cracking on the floor. Head bowed, he stares at the second needle still cradled in his palm, then he closes his eyes. -I will fear no evil...- His eyes open again. -For thou art with me..." Before he can second-guess himself, he whips away from the bunk, his back to the guards, and jabs the needle into his neck.
Alayna watched him, her own nerves screaming with fear. She doesn't care about the woman now, Mike is whipping the fear in her mind to a frenzy. Eyes flick to the monitors again, watching the man stagger and she nods. "He's drunk, just drunk...that's all."
Leynai 's eyes drifted fully closed, whispered words playing their way across her mind did nothing to help stave off the panic even as darkness arrived to help her where nothing else could.
Eamon sways hard within a heartbeat of the needle's plunge into his vein. He yanks it out again, still palmed with the other, and staggers toward the toilet. Down he goes, hard, collapsing to his knees. He retches into the toilet... and drops the needles into the filthy bowl. "Dizzy..." he mumbles. "Give us a warm tosh, wi' ye...?"
Guin hits the wall hard, her head slamming into concrete and nearly costing her consciousness. She slumps to the floor, unable to respond for a long moment. Her vision swims, and a wave of nausea passes over her. "You are so," she chokes out, fear and pain driving her, "being reported." Blinking up from her position on the floor she tries to focus on just one Mike. It hurts to speak. Hurts to even lift her head. "How would I have known, if it only just got here? Moron." She levies herself, stumbling, to her feet. "But if no one here has been vaccinated, maybe I should take the prisoner back out. You'll have to explain, of course." She braces herself on the wall.
Eamon's hand slaps weakly at the handle. The toilet flushes with a roar, water and needles spinning out of sight. His pulse is pounding in his ears. Nothing seems to work right, his hands and arms and fecking legs are asleep, dead and cold. A huge bloody spider skitters across the ledge behind the toilet, beneath the bars. There's a black cat in a blindfold who moves behind those, fingers trailing on the grate.
Mike looks at you "back OUT!? BACK OUT??! We are on Bio-Hazard lock down .. they will seal us in .. and leave us to fuckin..!" he stops his eyes sweep the room and the monitors "No lights.. no lock down.. they dont know yet.. " he scrambles for the med lab "Autodoc! We gotta check our blood.. if we aint sick we can still get out of here!"
Mike slams agains the door .. flailing with his access card at the card reader
Eamon mutters, "Ribble-ti-tibble... gratia plena..." The last is lost on a rasping breath. His blood is pounding, thunder, slowing, slow... He sees spiders everywhere, spiders on the walls, spiders creeping toward him as he sinks down and collapses on the floor. And a wink of light in a black cat's eye. His own roll back in his head, and his lids slip shut.
Alayna looked from the woman to Mike then scrambled to follow him. "We die...I'll, I'll....I'll HAUNT YOUR ASS!!" that was the ticket. "Fuck."
Mike grabs the injector and the the auto analyzer .. his hands shake as he tries to connect the componets. The second the system reads 'ACTIVE' he jams the needling into the fore arm he frantically exposed
Guin blinks as they both move into the infirmary, and though she couldn't have asked for better she still can't help herself. "Cowards!" she bites out, and fights off another wave of dizziness. She turns back to the monitors, looking for one in particular.... her heart clenches tight in her chest at what she sees. "Just stay there!" she calls out. "I've had the vaccine. I'll handle this." Her head is pounding now as she makes her way to the door, willing her way to steadiness.
Guin [COM]: says, her speech slurred. "They're out... retrieving..."
Alayna turned at the yell and looked at the monitors. "Oh shit, he's down....shit...shit....we have to call someone." she started to move for the phone, frantic enough she couldn't recall where the hell it was.
Guin swallows hard and stands straight as she can. She has to hurry now, and has no time for this. The cell door slides open easily--she hadn't pulled it tight enough to lock--and after a second's debate she steps around Eamon to the bunks. Nausea threatens again, at the choice, but she has to... "Come on, you... " She tugs at the girl's arm, trying to draw her down. She nearly falls as the weight comes down on her, right on top of Eamon, but something keeps her steady. "Almost there... " She stumbles back toward the door, again, already starting to panic at the idea of carrying Eamon next.
Leynai wanted to move, but whatever she had been shot up with had her totally within it's grasp.. voice ringing in her ears like crashing bells as her now useless body was pulled from the bed and dragged, carried to the door
Rena [COM]: morge clear? Noble?
Bodi backed up, towards the vent, for once following Jan's orders without a second thought.
Guin nearly falls through the threshold, stopping to rearrange the girl for a better grip. Tears of frustration prick her eyes. So close... She lifts her head toward the dark end of the hallway--beyond that, the interrogation rooms. She grits her teeth and starts down the hallway, a familiar voice whispering in her ear.
Jan [COM]: Morgue's clear. All clear. Bring'em in.
Guin [COM]: Her voice is still unsteady, words slurring. "Got the package. Coming now."
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Masha slants a look at Rena, worried she was in pain, but she seems to just be taking a break.
Elise watches the quick exchange of bodies and exhales. More waiting? she wonders as Rena leans against the wall. She wonders how long the morgue workers will stay unconscious.
Bodi paced with nervous energy, the length of the room traversed in seconds. What the hell was keeping them?
Masha finds herself examining Elise's nifty helmet again and suddenly wonders if Laz built it. It was just so COOL.
Rena shifted uneasily and refrained from hissing into the com.
Bodi: Throwing caution to the wind, she moved closer to the open doorway, where the cells were, with amazing speed. Silent, she waited to see if anything was happening.
Elise can't help but notice Masha's lingering gaze and she wonders if she has something on her. She looks down at the bodies and grimaces, then rubs her fingers over her nose. Yuck.
Jan stood, and attempted to look laconic, bored by all the non-excitement that was going on. Just another day at the office. Just another day at the office. Just putting dissidents in an oven. Just watchin'em fry. Idly, he wondered if there was a goad, or a prod he could use to push ashes around, or something. He just needed to look busy. As Bodi moved, he shook his head, moving closer.
Bodi halted at Jan's move, frowning in his direction, then going to sit on the ledge by the creamatorium, petulant look on her face.
Jan looked to Bodi, teeth grit. "Lucy, you'll drive me insane, you know that?"
Rena dropped to a crouch, head in her hands. Guin, Eamon, Bodi and Jan....if she lost one she'd never forgive herself. She rocked, willing the nerves to go, focusing on the pain instead, yes, pain....she let if fiil her mind and then focused on controling that. She could do that. Something she coud control.
Bodi tried desperatly to hold it in, even biting her lip till drops of blood formed, but couldn't stop the snort of laughter. She buried her face in her hands as her shoulders shook with giggles, tension of the op making the hilarity more intense, and melting it away at the same time.
Jan looked, and relaxed, slightly. Sure. Laughter. Laughter was good. Made it all seem normal. The opposite of tense. "Now, PFC, don't you have some bodies to burn, or whatever?"
Masha's eyes move from helmet over to REna and she goes to sit next to her, resting an arm around the cat companionably, sharing the fear.
Elise watches Rena, and thinks she knows some of what she's feeling. It was never easy, sending people into situations where they could be--where they -would- be--harmed. "You trust them, Rena," she says softly. "They'll come through." They have to, she thinks. The alternative is unbearable.
Bodi: Bodi dropped her hands and leaned her head back on the wall, brushing tears off her flushed cheeks and flashing Jan a look of sheer amazement. "Yes sir, getting to it sir." Standing, Bodi moved to stand by the first corpse, color fading from her face. Sighing, she frowned..she was supposed to do this all alone?
Jan looked to Bodi, and blanched with a look of "Well, don't *actually* do it..." He looked about and spotted the oven. "PFC, are you sure that the oven is hot?"
Bodi sighed at Jan's quick save and shook her head.."Sorry sir, didn't check the settings. Consider it done."
Rena nodded then whipers "They trust me...Sarcina are different. They....I have to hold them back. Keep them sane. This...this is like war." and it was...so different. Her girls were hellions looking for trouble and willing to risk a lot to get their thrills. This was a different sort of risk. Sacrifice.
Masha sits shoulder to shoulder with Rena, "They trust you," she says quietly, "because they believe in your strength. And in this cause. I do not know about your new Sarcina, cher, but this war is a worthy one."
Jan waited, tapping his foot impatiently, making a show of watching PFC McDermott probably fuck up the furnace, like any ol' private. his hand gripped his elbow, and he stole a look out to the door.
Rena looked up then, catching sight of Elise over Masha's shoulder. "There was never a war. Never going to be one. They had orders. If one of them had stepped out of line, they knew what I'd do with them. They know better. We have a nother target. They won't see us coming." she probably shouldn't have said that to Masha, but it was true.
Elise shivers in the dark, watching Masha and Rena sitting side by side. She frowns a little at the talk of war, thinking how close some things had come to that. This was a different kind of fight here, one she hoped they would stay on the same side of. Another target? She wonders what that means, but doesn't ask. She draws her arms around herself, still shivering despite the heat beyond the vent. She closes her eye and says a silent prayer for Eamon and the prisoner.
Bodi bored, eyed Jan consideringly, wondering how big that furnace opening really was
Rena looked up at Elise. "They are down, she's bringing out the dead."
Jan looked to Bodi, nodding as the comm went through. "Places, PFC." He walked to a defendible position, hand at the small of his back, gripping the handle of his suppressed pistol as he effected to lean casually against the wall of the freezer.
Masha starts to respond, not sure what Rena means by a new target either but jolts at Guin's words through the COM, alarmed at the slurred tone. She takes a deep breath and stands, pulling out the packet with the antidote, holding it tightly. "We need to get hem up to the med room as fast as we can," she whispers.
Elise opens her eye and looks down at Rena again. She nods, wondering how Guin means to manage up there all on her own. Not dead, she thinks; not dead. "Masha, what can I do to help?" she whispers.
Bodi tapped her com, then shot a glance at Jan that telegraphed her concern..."What the hell is wrong with Guin?" Bodi's words were barely audible over the roar of the flames.
Jan shrugged, and pointed back, towards the vent. "Wait there." He whispered back. I can see them.
Masha whispers to Elise, "Put an IV in both of them and run a bag of D5W with 1/2 normal saline, just in case. And I want blood packs ready, also just in case, cher, so use lines that have dual ports." She thinks. "There's a crash cart too, which I'll want ready."
Rena whispered into the com. "Morgue clear? Noble?"
Bodi backed up, towards the vent, for once following Jan's orders without a second thought.
Elise nods at Masha; IVs and blood she can do, but... "I don't know how to prep the cart, Masha; we don't have anything like that in the den."
Masha nods. "Do not worry, cher. Just push the power button, have it nearby, and be ready to hand me things if we need it." She's still speaking in a low whisper.
Elise nods. "I can do that," she whispers back and twists her hands together, starting to worry more. How was that possible? She presses her hands to her stomach, glad she hadn't eaten before coming here.
Jan stared at Guin, quirking a brow as she walked in with Leynai's unconcious body. "Are you alright, corporal?" He stepped around, to take the girl's unconcious form. Christ, it was uncanny how dead she felt. "Do you need help with the other one?"
Rena waited until she saw the shock red hair, on the soldier and the red head she was dragging and she carefully pushed open the vent and started shoving out one of the bodies. "Help me get him out....get ready to get her in. " she hissed.
Masha bends immediately to help.
Elise helps Rena shift the body as best she can, wondering if they need to jump down, or if Jan and Bodi will grab the other end.
Guin shifts the girl's weight into Jan's arms with obvious relief, and she nearly stumbles herself. "M'fine," she mutters. She's not, but there's little she can do about it now. "But I need help with the other. Please." Once Jan has her she turns back toward the corridor, so fast her head nearly spins.
Bodi moved and grabbed the "corpse's ' feet, carrying her but keeping her eyes on Guin as well.. God help them, had she gotten drugged as well?
Jan nods, and hefts Leynai over his shoulder, and shook his head to Guin. "Are you sure? Get back to the exfil. We'll do the rest."
Bodi let Jan take the package and moved towards the door, stopping at the threshold and waited. Guin was off and it made Bodi nervous as hell.
Jan's lips pursed, as Guin walked away without a reply, and walked back, taking LEynai and propping her inside the vent. To Bodi, he said, "Get the dummy in the furnace, and press the red button next to the dial."
Rena just let the corpse drop and hissed as she dropped behind it. "Guin...get out. Now...JAn, uniform....you get Eamon, we'll do the rest."
Masha reaches immediately for the girl, pulling, automatically checking her pulse even though she knows she won't find one.
Rena pointed at Jan..."Go now...go. Get him. Tell her to go out the front, now." she grabbed the heel of the corspe. "Bodi....help me burn."
Bodi grabbed the body and pulling, dragging managed to get it far enough into the flames so it exploded in a hot flashe, crispy in a few minutes.
Guin doesn't wait to see if anyone follows, making her way quick as she can toward the open cell. She doesn't even look up, to the room beyond. She doesn't care what they're doing up there, long as they're not back here. She drops to Eamon's side, trying to hook her arm around his shoulders and lift him up. God, he's too heavy, even if her head wasn't pounding and focus wavering. With a growl she heaves him into a sitting position. "Come on... " she whispers, as if he can hear. "Help me."
Mike wraps Alayna up pinning her back to his "dont have fucking time.... " he hisses out loudly.. a thick corded muscled arm hooks your neck and begins to constrict.. his body armor hard and painful agianst yours as you struggle
Guin [COM]: She whispers, tense and urgent. "I need help with him!"
Alayna struggled in his graspe, grugling and choking. "Not....die....let....go.....fuk......" Feet just kept kicking uselessly agains his superior strength and armor.
Eamon is a dead weight. His head lolls forward as he's levered upright, black hair falling to obscure his face. His glasses tumble into his lap.
Bodi took off down the hallway at the com chat, eyes wide when she got to the cell.."Guin, come on...." Bodi hissed, grabbing Eamon's feet and tugging with little regard for his feelings later on
Bodi [COM]: need help with secondary
Mike tightens .. in the manner training has taught him.. no longer hindered by the legalities the UAC teaches the choke holds that police used in the last century with great effect .. he cuts off life giving oxygenated blood to the girls brain to take her out without killing her. He almost didnt care if he did.. his heart POUNDED in his chest to FLEE this scene.. only training held him together at this point
Guin looks up in stark relief when Bodi appears, and she shifts around, trying to lift him from behind his head. "Hurry," she whispers, needlessly, her balance still unsteady but she forces herself to focus, her body into obedience.
Bodi tugged harder..."Lets go"
Alayna went slack in his grasp after one last gurgle. Nintey nine pounds of girly dead wieght.
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Elise bends by Masha's side, watching her with the girl. She was so very still, as if dead. "Can you give the antidote now?" she asks Masha in a whisper.
Masha shakes her head, moving swiftly. "I want the facilities nearby in case the antidote goes wrong. Come, let us get her up there. They can bring Eamon." She moves to lift the girl's shoulders.
Elise balks. "We-- We can't go without him," she says, even as her hands close around the girl's ankles. "Masha..." She shakes her head.
Masha: "They will bring him," Masha says calmly. "Have faith." She continues to hurry them along to the med room, carrying Leynai with Elise.
Leynai felt herself being moved again, like some silly doll.. she felt so heavy... like there was no air.. voices, she didn't pay attention to them.. was wondering if this is what being dead was actually like... then she was lifted, moved again...
Elise has had nothing but faith tonight, and exhales. Leaving this vent without Eamon is like leaving part of herself behind. She focuses on the girl at hand though, and helps Masha out the back of the vent and into the darkness beyond.
Rena moved forward to help Bodi with Eamon and hissed at Guin. "GET OUT NOW." She was already moving toward the vent.
Eamon is a 200+ pound sack of fecking heavy Irish potatoes.
Bodi flashed a glance over at Rena..."I heard man down...what is going on?"
Guin holds her breath nearly the whole time, moving on sheer will and determination. She doesn't look behind her, doesn't dare.... and doesn't look at the roaring fire, dwell on the nauseating smell. She drops to her knees for a moment, head bowed, finding her breath and balance. "Get -him- out." She reaches out, fingers grazing his cheek. "I have to go the way I came, or they'll suspect. There's at least one panicking Marine out there... " She closes her eyes tight, then forces herself back to her feet.
Rena struggled under the extra weight, but continued to uncerimoniously tugging him toward the vent none to gently. "Get him in....or so help me god I'll end you." she hissed at Bodi. To Guin another hiss. "You have to go out the front, go...now. Now!."
Jan helped, totally. He helped sooo much. He was all helping move people, burn bodies, etc. Putting people into the vent. He took time off to cure cancer, but then he came back and helped some more, watching for bad guys. He looked to Guin, and shook his head. "At least get looked at, before you jump back up."
Guin swallows hard, watching them quite literally drag Eamon off, but there's nothing more she can do here but trust. And hurry. She looks up sharply, meeting Rena's eyes for a moment. With the tightest, most fleeting smile, she turns on her heel and heads back, again, every step feeling like she's moving through quicksand.
Jan went for the second dummy body, and helped drag it out of the vent by its shoulders, as he took it across the ground, and placed it on the gurney, which he pushed into the furnace with careful precision, before going back to press the burn button. The door of the furnace slid shut with a sepulhcural scrape, and the flames roared, deafeningly, as the bodies, the darts, everything incinerated in the purifying flame.
Bodi grabs Eamon's other side and helps Rena shove him up into the vent, wondering why they were doing this while Jan stood by.
Rena grunted, quite an unladylike sound, and pushed and tugged with Bodi to get him in the vent then pointed to her. "Vent, out. Go."
Jan nodded, helping Eamon up with strong, masculine upper-body muscles, tired and sweating under the heat of the BDUs, and the inferno that was the furnace. He clambered into the vent, and moved to help drag Eamon out.
Bodi shook her head, eyes and mouth set in mutinous lines, "You first Rena..."
Rena growled "Get your ass in that vent or I'll shoot you. GO." there was no mistaking she meant it.
Jan moves, impatiently not waiting for the girls to do the "After you" dance, and pulls the unconcious padre down the vent carefully, eye fixed on the end , as he pulled him down, wincing. "That's it, Padre, no more corned beef for you."
Bodi shook her head again, green eyes blazing hotter than the fire.."You are injured, I am not. I am right behind you..."
Rena pulled her gun in one swift move and pointed it. "Out."
Jan propped Eamon up, reaching under the father's arms, as he dragged him back, huffing, towards the staging area where the girls were waiting with the antidote.
Jan [COM]: If both of you don't show up, now. I'm coming back and killing the pair of you.
Bodi looked down the barrel of the gun and back up into Rena's eyes. A vivid flashback and Bodi was ten again, her brother between her and their father as she lay there on the floor, raped and bleeding, barely conscious. Unable to react as her father started forward..... Not again, "Go Rena, I am right behind you...."
Rena shook her head. "You follow orders like a man."
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Alayna looked up and scowled then went on another frantic search. "Not fucking here." she muttered. "I'll check the database." she baegan typing in the name, likely mispelling it.
Eamon's eyes skate past the male corporal to the bars behind him, lining the corridor wall. His hands clench into fists behind his back; he sways unsteadily on his feet, as if he's been drinking a bit, although there's no smell of liquor on him.
Mike nods and grips his arm . "we'll find a place for him.. " he shoves him.. violently face first against the counter and mesh metal fencing there to check the hand cuffs "Nice fuckin hair.. " he mutters at the pony tail
Guin bites back a protest and has to force herself from stepping in-between, or forcing the man away. She swallows back anger and steps up sharply. "Hey! I wasn't handing him to you on a silver platter. -My- prisoner, not yours. I hear you guys have a history of losing them, anyway." She smiles sweetly at the man.
Alayna's head jerked up and she found herself face to face with the prisoner. Man she HATED processing. Lips curled in a practiced sneer. "Got him...Liam. Transfer." she nodded, eyes flicking back to the screen to read before settling on him. "Welcome to our little bed and breakfast. Don't raid the mini bar and we'll get on JUST fine."
Eamon's jaw clenches, muscles drawing taut beneath the orange, but he doesn't resist. He slams into the wall, his face and glasses inches from the mesh. Say something, any fucking thing... all right, if he can't get rid of his accent, he slather on a Dublin like plaster. Closing his eyes, he grits his teeth, and calls up memories of home, streets, waggy lads bumming a smoker on the corner... "Oi, an' ye like'a look o' that, do ye, ye coolchie gad?" He cocks his head back and fixes the corporal with a half-mad grin. "Gotcha all'n a twist, does it?"
Mike swivels his head towards the other marine "NO fucker ever got out on my watch.. " he advises her .. and almost without looking he jams the end of the stun baton right under the left buttock of the prisoner .. just where the inside of his thigh meets the gluteous maximus and discharges a moderate level short blast "Shut that mouth full of cock talk up...!" he barks irritatedly at teh long haired man
Guin blinks in surprise, though she tries to hide. They had it? Well. All right, then. But her attention is jerked back to the Marine, and she has the insane urge to punch him. She can't even really tell what Eamon said, but it got to this Marine, which might have made her smile if he hadn't just tazered him. Instead, she grabs at his baton--procedure or not, she has no idea, but she's not just going to stand there... "I said, enough! He is not your prisoner, at least not yet. Don't you idiots have procedure here? Processing, protocol? Or are you all just a bunch of cavemen?"
Alayna stared then looked to Guin. "What the fuck did he say?" eyes raked over him again. "Gonna be trouble, aren't you, I can tell." she glanced at the monitor and then at Mike. "I'm putting him in with your little red haired girl. He looks like the type she'd like." might seem like magic, yes, but Mike had just taken her out and Laynie knew it. She wanted him to know she knew he'd been playing with the toys.
Eamon stiffens, his back bowing, his teeth clenched together so hard it feels like they'll crack from the strain. White-hot pain explodes where the baton meets flesh and sizzles through his body, cutting off speech as neatly as shutting off a radio. He collapses forward, weight slamming into the ledge, and fights to catch his breath. "Gi' us a breather, missus," he rasps, ragged, and sways upright once more. His head falls back, eyes closed. "No' feelin so round an' toast, this ould lad..."
Mike drives his forearm into the back of the prisoner insuring he stays put as he looks down at the female marines hand "You had better un ass that baton ...or we are gonna have a a fuckin problem..." he says in a dead cold voice looking at you thru his visor
Eamon slams forward again, his glasses knocked askew. "No' be mindin a bit o' a lie-down, aye...?"
Guin channels her growing fury into her eyes as she meets the Marine's, unblinking. She remembers who she is, who she's supposed to be, what's at stake. "I think we might already," she says coldly, and deliberately keeps her hand on the baton. "I need this prisoner in one piece. They didn't send me all this way with him to have him beaten to a pulp by the likes of you." She quiets for a moment, then releases her hand. "Now. Processing. Then take him to his cell. LIke a good soldier."
Alayna stepped back as she watched and forced herself not to wince. Damn, that was harsh. She managed to keep the jeering look on her face, though it didn't go to her eyes. "What the hell laungage is he speaking? Can't understand a word of that shit." And she couldn't honestly."Once he passes that gate out there...he is ours. Teeth, hair and toenails." she wasn't much on visiting dignitaries, and this woman didn't seem to out rank her by much, if at all.
Eamon wobbles his head toward his escort. He peers at her through crooked glasses. "A bit o' fever I'm thinkin I have, mum. Wi ye check? It burns us..."
Mike looks at you for a moment .. something in his face flickers with confusion with what you just said.. and possibly. since this young face 22 years old on the outside.. has no experince hiding anything.. .. suspicion..? He moves witout another word taking him thru the door
Guin exhales as the Marine looks away, not liking the look in his eye, and fixes on the woman. "Not yours unti I sign off, and I'm not going to sign off until he's safely inside and I'm relatively sure will survive the night." She looks to the prisoner, wavering on his feet. She meets his eyes, and bites the inside of her cheek. "Oh, fuck it all... might need a medic, too. Hope you guys got your vaccinations."
Mike pulls the prisoner around and holds him still for the lance corporal to holo photo him. He glances at the female marine again
Alayna's eyes moved from the marine and her prisoner to Mike, picking up something in his demeanor and her own face tightened. She reached for the camera. "VAccinations?" the prossess was quick once Mike moved him. Snap. Snap.
Eamon staggers upright, and through the door, weirdly grateful for the hand on his arm. The stun baton had left his legs as fecking sturdy as a sock full of jelly. The next room is largely unfamiliar, and it brings its own silent exhalation... before Guin's words prick at him and he deliberately steps off-gait. "All goin ta ha' a pisser," he mutters, swaying where he stands. "We saw the spiders. Aye, so we did. An all hissin they were..."
Mike grunts pulling him to the infirmary "This way.. did you do a physical when you left your last station.. what if your rockstar here is contagious..?" he grumbles pulling him along
Guin keeps one possessive hand on the prisoner's arm, giving it a squeeze as he's positioned for a photo. "Yeah, vaccinations... " She studies the prisoner's profile, as if weighing his words. "Hissing spiders... God. Let's hope that insane Asbrink hasn't invented those yet... " She looks back to the other two, in mounting disbelief. "Oh, for the love of God, don't tell me you didn't get that memo, either. The CDC notice? The outbreak? Surely it reached even this corner of hell." As the man starts to pull Eamon away she steps forward. "He'll be fine in a cell for the night. Just get a doctor to check him in the morning." Grumbling to herself, she stalks after.
Alayna's eyes went wide at the mention of the cdc. Fuck the marines, she wasn't getting sick.
Alayna stayed firm at her post and let Mike handle this one. Shame if he died though, he owed her dinner.
Eamon is now the rope in a tug-o-war. "Oi, comma now! Leave off! I jus' want a bit o' a lie-down!"
Mike shoulders the prisoner .. nearly flipping him into the chair .. not caring that he will land on the cuffs "What the FUCK are you talking about? I am the CQ (charge of quarters) and NOTHING has come over the Mil-Net for that!"
Eamon is slammed into the chair with a grunt. His wrists locked behind him, full weight wrenching them back... Something gives in his shoulder with a rusty snarl. He bites back the pain, eyes closed, only to open them on the window straight ahead. Now he knows why the next room had seemed familiar. The chair. Masha beside him, Allie dying. The chair in the room.
Guin growls as Eamon is yanked out of her hand, and her anger is not feigned as she stalks over to the chair. She'd make another grab for his arm, intending to tug him to his feet. "Well then you would have -seen- it. Go check your fax again. -And- your computer. Maybe you should re-examine the incompetents under your employ. As for this one." If she can, she'd jerk him to his feet once more. "He's been babbling about hissing everything the whole way here. Probably some addict or another... God only knows. Always nattering on... this hurts, that hurts. Just let me put him in the cell so we can all get some rest."
Mike drives the heel of his left hand into the prisoner's solar plexus as he is pulled up "He doesnt fuckin leave this room till I verify .." he looks down "You need to check your side arm corporal..." he advises her with a head tilt to the other room
Guin is tempted to draw that sidearm on the Marine, but manages to resist the impulse. "I'll check it when you put that baton down. And this is still my prisoner, so I have authority. Write me up all you like, if you don't like how I do things. I'm sure my commanding officers would just love to hear your story. Now, I am taking this man to his cell."
Eamon is wrenched to his feet once more, or at least half-helped in that direction. He likely outweighs Guin twice over. "No' an addict, mum," he mutters, and tries to scratch his arm against the chair back. Track marks are a bitch, and... fucking hell, down again he goes, breath driven out of him. He gasps, grunts, and flicks a glance at Guin. Think fast, love.
Alayna watched the goins on the med bay, but damn, if he was sick...she didn't get any shot and she sure as hell didn't want to die for the UAC. She was only here to find her likely loser of a dad. She turned around and stared at the screen, trying to decide what to do. If she called for hel, she'd likely be made to help herself but an officer. Fuck. Mike was on his own.
Mike levels the baton at you "Secure that shit for a tick..." he walks over to the counter and gets a mask and a plastic cylinder. He tosses the mask on his chest and puts the cylinder to his motu pullin the plastic over off the needle "I'll get the sample.. you put the quaretine mask on him.. " the mask has a vlave for drinking in it. It straps on to a subjects head
Guin raises a hand to deliberately move the baton away from her. The fear she has is washed away in anger, and her defiance is not an act. She'd caught Eamon's glance, and well understood the urgency. "Fine," she says simply. "I will check it, if you will let me take this man to his cell in the next five minutes. Or I end up reporting -you.-"
Mike snorts "Your lax ass unit rules aint getting me busted again shit for brains.." he says conversationally as he uncermoniously jams the syringe into the vein running along the top of EAmon's hand .. where an IV would go.. he withdraws the plunger and a small quanity of blood. "Hes all yours.. this way.. " he says as he drops the sample into the storage unit.
Eamon tries to shift his position, easing his weight an inch off his badly wrenched shoulder. It's throbbing like a nest of stings. "Din want it," he mumbles, trying to turn his head away from the weird fecking mask on his chest. "No' sayin what we want for ha' a taste..." The thin, bright sting of the needle doesn't fash him much; the one thing they hadn't done on his last visit was plug him for DNA.
Guin does as she's asked, ignoring his jibe as she drops the gun in the place it looked like it was meant to go. Thankfully he didn't seem to be paying too close attention. She turns in time to see him draw the blood, and she clenches her jaw, eyes on the syringe, but she doesn't know she's going to be able to get that back. "All right." When the Marine's back is turned she moves to slip an unusually gentle arm around the prisoner's shoulders, trying to guide him to his feet. "I know you didn't want it," she murmurs. Though what he didn't want, she hadn't a clue. "And we're going to your lay-down, all right?"
Mike grunts rolliung his eyes "Right this way Lucky Charms.. we got yer 'lay down'.." he laughs at his own humor
Eamon shakes his head subtly, a wordless reassurance, and lets her lever him to his feet. He staggers toward the door, head down and bobbing, a litany of garbled Gaelic and thickly accented English spilling from his lips. "Lie down, aye, but canna sleep. Spiders wi' eat me..."
Guin [COM]: moving toward the cells
Jan [COM]: *grunts* Morgue neutralized. Securing.
Mike cards the door as he takes you in he pauses to whisper in your ear "Give your cell pal a little while to dry out.. if you know what I mean.. " he says in a low whisper.. face to face with the man.. he winks one eye thru his visor at him.. like they were old drinking buddies
Alayna blinked rapidly. Spiders....eat him. Shit, was he high or was he really sick like she said. She turned back to the computer and god damn if it wasn't there. The CDC alert. "Miiiiiiiiike!!!!!"
Eamon's muscles draw viciously taut as they walk through the next set of doors. The walls--gray, blind and cold--rise overhead, crowding close. The smell... it's exactly the same. Concrete dust, blood and iron and death. He licks his lips; he can almost taste copper and drying brains on his tongue. Oh God, my God.
Guin takes on his weight as best she can, glad she isn't actually having to hold him up. But she would not ask for the Marine's help. She casts a dark look at the woman as they pass back through the processing area... and into the cells beyond. Her own stomach drops, she can only imagine what Eamon's feeling... Her arm tightens around his waist. "Oh, you'll probably be able to sleep sooner than you think. Long day and... you'll have to fight the spiders tomorrow... " She rolls her eyes, then focuses on getting him pointed toward the right cell.
Mike slides his baton home "Oh fuck it till it bleeds what the fuck did she screw up NOW?!" he says heading over to the entry way
Mike walks out "WHAT?!"
Guin flinches as the woman shouts out--Mike, it would seem, and suddenly memory clicks into place. She bows her head, hiding it from his view. When he opens the cell door she takes her time maneuvering Eamon in, waiting until Mike is out of sight. Once inside, she slips her hand into the waistband of her pants, drawing free the tiny bundle there and pressing it into Eamon's palm, just as she unlatches his cuffs. No unnecessary movement. "Try not to scare the other prisoner, Liam." She slaps a hand on his shoulder. "And try to get some sleep. I'll check in before I leave in the morning, okay?"
Eamon mutters dimly, "Spiders. They come out a' night, feshin on eggs, missus..." His fingers close around the cloth, with its small and deadly contents. His shoulder screams as he shifts his hands round to the front, palming the package. "No' feelin on me game, me luv..." He staggers forward, his head turning back and forth, blindly seeking. "Fever, me..."
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Elise exhales and at last turns back toward the curtains, into the room where Rena and Masha wait. She looks at both of them. "There must be something for us to do--to pass the time, so we don't go quietly insane."
Rena pointed to the bodies tucked in the corner. "These need to go to the morgue....and fair warning, they will stink when we open the bags."
Masha nods and sighs, getting ready to do the nasty work.
Elise's nose wrinkles. Bodies--they weren't kidding. "I...don't even want to know..."
Masha shoots Elise a suddenly impish look. "Maybe I will introduce you to Nick some time..." she says as she moves to help Rena with whatever they were doing with the corpses.
Elise tilts her head at Masha. "Nick?" She steps foward. "Can I...carry....something?"
Masha nods. "We, cher. We have to carry these to the morgue." She goes to where Jan had stored the corpses, smallish men in standard MCMC bodybags.
Rena moved behind Masha, explaining as she did. "When they 'die' they'll go to the morgue for us to retrive them. These kind souls will take their places in the ovens."
Elise helps Masha as well as she can, and looks up at Rena. "How do we-- Well, get to the morgue from here?"
Masha moves to help, letting Rena explain that one.
Rena looked up, hand on one of the bags. "I told you we were trusting you. You'll see soon. Only a handful know this part...."
Elise nods and doesn't ask any more questions then; it feels like it would be too easy to ask the wrong thing. "I would never betray this, Rena," she says softly. "It means too much."
Masha remains silent as they work, again not saying a word. Coyotes could learn discretion!
Rena paused again and nodded. "I know." and she did, or she'd never have allowed it. "Let's get them out there and into the vent." she started tugging on the body she held. Not as careful with it as Masha would likelly want her to be.
Masha's already said her prayers over them - to her, they were only so much meat at this point. "Uff," she says as the stench comes through, even with the bags zipper shut.
Elise would take hold of the body Masha works with, helping the smaller hybrid with this horrible work. She says a silent prayer, that no matter how these bodies came to be here, they were doing their own worthy thing--taking the place of Eamon and the package when they came out. And they would come out; one way or another. She swallows hard, and wrinkles her nose.
Rena just began to move, touching her com and speaking. "We alone down here?"
Elise moves along with Masha and Rena, not knowing where they're going or having the benefit of their coms, and again, endeavoring to trust herself wholly to them.
Bodi: Bodi, in a moment of weakness, rest her head on his shoulder, a delicate shiver running down her spine. His mood had effected her more than she knew, trepidation making her hands shake slightly. She bit her lower lip and waited.
Masha follows quietly along, her momentary levity stilled as they get to the point of the matter. She waits for Rena's sign to move.
Elise wishes her nose weren't quite so keen. It stays in a wrinkle as they walk through the dark; she follows Masha, coming to pause beside a ruined wall.
Rena stopped, breathing a little hard. "He's heavy." she glanced up toward the two way mirror. "Where the hell are they, are we going in alone?"
Masha shrugs. She has no idea, not too clear on this part of the plan. She's watching Rena for signs of collapsed lung or undue pain as they wait.
Elise says softly, "Who?"
Jan leaned sideways, in the deep dark of the vent, to press a kiss on the side of her head. "Don't show'em anything."
Bodi nodded, like he could see her in the darkness, and turned to brush soft lips against his in a brief caress, an attempt to quell the niggling sense of unease that had her so jumpy all of a sudden.
Masha finds herself admiring Elise's super cool helmet as she leads the cat into the vent. "Come on, cher," she whispers.
Elise follows Masha, silently.
Masha comes up on silent feet behind Jan.
Jan tightened his hand around hers. His mind, focused on the task at hand as if it had been nailed there, was uncomfortably prescient that he was stuck in a hot, dark ventilation tube. Spying Masha, in the deep dark, he nodded.
Rena followed the two silently, hand wrapping around her ribs.
Elise comes up into the vent, wondering where the hell they are exactly. She looks back and would offer Rena a hand up if she needed it.
Rena hesitated for a slit second before taking the offered hand, wincing as she moved up into the vent. Elise might feel more of her wieght than Rena had intended.
Elise helps Rena up silently; she's handled wrestling kittens before, so this is no burden at all. She would gently cup her elbow and be sure she was steady before withdrawing. She keeps her silence, her nose wrinkling at the scents here. In a vent, in the dark; she wondered how many of them were armed.
Jan crept, quietly as he could on his boots, over to Rena, leaning into her ear, and whispering. Expression betraying none of the anxiety and worry in his mind.
Rena nodded to Jan and pointed to him and Bodi. She made a chopping motion, then pointed to herself, Masha and Elise and made carrying motions.
Masha watches, having on the vaguest clue about what Rena's trying to say. She gets carrying.
Jan nodded, grokking the movements, as he crept back quietly to the grate, reaching to his vest, he found a multitool, and began working at silently working the vent grating loose. Gloved fingers wrapping between the bars, as he pushed it out, and down. He motioned to Bodi, to come up behind him silently, as heat began to waft more strongly into the vent.
Rena's hand went to cover her nose, the heat intensifying the smell. Jesus god this was awful. Next time, frozen corpses.
Bodi: Creeping up behind Jan, Bodi clenched her hands into fists, not sure what to expect. The wash of hot air was unexpected and Bodi couldn't breath for a second, the smell making her flinch, her stomach turn.
Elise watches Jan and Bodi in the dark, and feels waves of heat begin to move through the vent. She loosens her collar and can feel her heart kick a little. She remembers the intel reports she received from her cats who had been here; remembers mention of the crematorium. She exhales in an effort to drive the stench away, and figures they are close.
Jan felt her at his elbow, and pushed the grate out. Surreptitiously, he looked about the room, and pulled it back in, the grinding covered by the howl of the furnace. He whispered softly into Bodi's ear. "Three workers. Unarmed. Takedown, no casualties."
Masha knows exactly what's on the other side and breathes lightly through her mouth, waiting patiently. It's all she can do right now.
Bodi nodded slightly, shaking her hands loose and balances on her toes, ready to drop and move at Jan's command.
Jan breathed in, silently wishing he had a tazer. The position of the three morgue workers frozen in his mind. One operating the furnace, two facing a body. With a careful move, he slid the grating down, and aside, and crept past the refrigerator silently. The morgue wrokers, let's call them Larry, Curly, and Moe, busily did not hear them over the roaring flames and burning dissidents. Waiting in a crouch behind the freezer, Jan motioned to Bodi to join him with gloved fingers.
Bodi dropped to the tile floor, boots making little sound. Silent as a cat she moved into position, crouched, every muscle ready, she looked to Jan and waited for her target and the signal.
Rena moved forward as they disappeared and looked back at Elise, mouthing. "Welcome to hell." she didn't look like she found that amusing at all.
Elise watches Jan and Bodi drop out of the vent. She lifts an arm, burying her nose in the crook of her elbow to stave off some of the stench. She wonders if this is worse than when Eamon was hauled here the first time, and prays that somehow, in all of this, he can put some ghosts to rest. She glances at Masha and Rena, and finds herself hoping the same for them, too. She reads Rena's lips and has to agree; if this isn't Hell, it's pretty damn close.
Masha nods quietly, meeting eyes with the other two women. Waiting, in a word, sucked.
Jan drew up to his full height, and flattened himself against the freezer. He pointed across his chest to the lone worker, Moe, and made a quick chopping motion with his hand three times. Go. Go. Go. As soon as she went to dispatch Moe, he moved himself, drawing his pistol, as he approached Larry and Curly with a few swift paces. "What the f--" said Larry, cut short with a pistol-butt to the temple. Curly, himself, grimaced, and jumped across the gurney, moving to take Jan down with a growl.
Bodi moved close to the floor, creeping, feet silent as she closed the distance between her and the thing in the uniform in front of her. Reaching up, gloved hand covering his mouth, she drug him backwards, keeping him off balance while delivering two quick blows to his kidneys, making him grunt under the leather of her gloves.
Rena held her breath as she watched through the vent, as much from the smell as the suspense. God...she was glad she hadn't gone in and...she wished she had. Waiting did indeed, suck.
Masha listens intently, coyote ears pricked high, ready to leap into action if there was any sort of sign of anything going horribly wrong. Her hand rests on the butt of her gun, the holster unsnapped.
Jan wasn't having any of it, as his knee rose up to roll Larry off him, instead balancing the fellow precariously as his knee dug into his gut. The man viciously moved up to gouge Jan's eyes out with his thumbs, but Jan's arms moved swiftly on his back, reaching across his torso and knocking Larry's arms away. His forehead flew forward, connecting with Larry's nose, breaking it as he gave several choice blows under the ribs, grunting softly as he felt the larger man collapse on top of him. He reached up to his comm.
Bodi: Feeling her foot slip on god knows what on the floor, Bodi let the movement carry her to the floor on one knee, never letting up the grip on Mo. She bowed his back over her knee and gave a quick, precise snap of her hand, catching him in the throat. Then there was nothing but stillness. She rolled him off her knee, his unconscious form suddenly heavy and looked to Jan.
Jan nodded to Bodi, and looked to the vent, gesturing as he took Curly up by the armpits, dragging him backwards towards the vent.
Elise listens to the sounds of the struggle and buries her face more deeply into her arm. She tries not to think about Eamon and what he must be going through, but there's nothing here in the dark to take her mind off of it. She wishes she was up there, but knows she'd do absolutely no damn good. For a moment, she envies Rena her lack of ears and tail. The idea makes her feel even more sick.
Bodi grabbed Mo and did the same, again getting the heavier of the three. It was all she could do to get his flaccid, overweight form to the vent, panting heavily when she was done.
Jan looked to Rena and Masha, pulling Curly's unconcious form up, with an intimation that it would be oh so helpful if they grabbed the mortician's shoulders and pulled him up, before going back to take Larry over in a similar fashion.
Bodi passed up Mo's hands, not really caring if he got a pulled muscle or two...
Masha bends quickly to help, tugging and pulling and shoving, until the three stooges were in the vent with them and the corpses.
Rena pointed to Jan and then the morgue vaults and hissed. "In there."
Rena facepalmed. If they woke up in here it was all over. They'd be forced to kill them.
Jan shrugged. And yanked Larry down again, until he was in one of the the long, metal trays. Repeating the process with Moe and Curly, he pushed the trays shut, and locked them with a key he took off Curly. Once again to the comm
Masha sees the cat's reaction and starts helping to tug, pull and shove back in the other direction.
Jan moved back to the grate, and lifted it, cosmetically pressing it back over the vent, and waving to Rena with a nod.
Rena looked infinitely more relaxed for just a moment. Morgue under their control, Guin and Eamon inside. It seemed to be going as planned anyway. She closed her eyes and leaned on the wall. All that was left, the 'easy' part. Get them the hell out of there.
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Alayna pointed a shaking finger to the screen and the CDC alret there. To her it just screamed out. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE NOW!" She swallowed hard and looked up at him. "Did you....get a shot? I didn't."
Mike blinks looking at the screen "No..." he says in almost a whisper "can't fucking happen..." he stares at it
Mike goes rigid.. staring dumbly at the screen
Guin can't help the briefest of smiles--she has no idea what he's actually saying, and makes a mental note to ask later. Once they're all free. She takes the cuffs and pins them to her belt, reluctant to leave, but she has to stall. "You'll be fine. Just sleep it off." She'd guide him toward the cot, casting a quick glance at the woman before looking to him again, holding his eyes for a moment. "Just fine." Slowly she backs away, toward the door, every step a torture in itself.
Eamon shoots a quick glance at the blur of orange sprawled on the bunk above him. "Burns... spiders... in me piss..." Out of sight, his back blocking any view from the door, he strokes the cloth free of the needles and palms the pair. Old habits died hard; once a street thief, always a street thief. He stumbles toward the toilet, plucks his drawstring free, and pulls out for a healthy piss. The cloth flutters into the bowl.
Guin swallows hard, lingering for a moment more before backing out of the cell, and pulling it gently closed. She exhales, then turns back toward the processing room.
Guin [COM]: he's in
Mike blinks staring dumbly at the screen
Alayna swallowed hard and looked at the monitor and the people in the cell with the man. "Did she?" she whisperes it, just for him. Oh god, they just sentanced her to death? She looks both stricken and terrified.
Guin opens the door with a weary sigh, exaggerated for effect. She finds the two staring at the computer screen, and judging by the looks on their faces... "Ah," she says simply. "Found the notice?"
Leynai kept her eyes closed and did not move.. she had gotten to do enough moving earlier when soldier boy had tried helping her with his version of 'rocking her to sleep'... hearing muffled by the matress she simply ignored the voices floating around her
Alayna just nodded, still looking at the monitor showing the cells.
Eamon tips his head back, bellowing suddenly at the ceiling. "Me lass is a corker, she's got on me porker, she wants me ta buy her a ring! When I get me mitts on her jiggly tits, ringle-ti-tingle-ti-ting ting ting!" He tucks away, flushes, and turns toward the bed. "Hullo, me bonny lass..." he croons, and starts up the side of the bed. He's visibly shaking now.
Mike rouses from his state as the door opens and closes. He whirls and lunges swinging a mighty right cross for the slim female Marine's jaw as she speaks.. he roars out a frustrated .. if not tinged by rage filled fear sound as he stikes
Alayna gasped in shock as Mike swung, holy fuck they were in serious trouble here.
Leynai soreness aside she moved back away from the other person who seemed to have issues she didn't want to try to understand, voice a bit rough "Theres, another bed over there mister.. maybe, you could go climb into it instead of this one?".. could this night be any more screwed up...
Guin's mind is on the cell a few doors down and the small glimmer of triumph, at the fact that the notice has gotten throuhg. She's not prepared for the Marine's reaction. Mike's. His fist slams into her, jarring her teeth and sending a spike of pain through her head and jaw. She stumbles backward, and thinks for a moment -she's- hallucinating--she's hearing some sort of Irish drinking song. "What the fuck," she gasps, catching herself against the wall before she falls. "Was that for?"
Eamon crawls over the lass like a spider himself. "Ribble-ti-tibble-ti-ting ting ting," he mutters, sing-song and fucking out of his gourd. He grips her shoulder to roll her over. "Hullo, missus..." he whispers. "Give us a kiss, wi' ye?" His hand slides over her neck, and she would feel a sudden sting.
Alayna started to step forward then stopped, who was she kidding, she was a desk jocky, not a fighter. She wasn't getting into this. Besides, she was terrified.
Mike roars again grabbing the staggered Marine by the BDU top and shoving her almost off your tip toes against the monitors "YOU FUCKING KILLED US!! THE SHIT IS CONTAGIOUS!!!! WE ARE ALL FUCKIN DEAD YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT!!!!" his voice has more than edge of hysterical fear/rage in it
Leynai tried to squirm away fom him, hands moving to push him off as she felt something prick her neck, eyes widening a moment, her mouth would making motion as though to talk but no sound formed as her pulse accelerated and a numbness crept through her body, blue and green eyes losing focus before drifting to half mast, mind running rampant as panic set in...
Eamon puts his face kissing-close to the lass on the bunk, and for a moment, right before the drug sank its claws into her brain, he looks straight into her eyes with no trace of madness, only a fiercely intense regard. His accent softens, and he whispers so only she might hear, "Go with God."
Guin is lifted nearly off the ground as if she weighs nothing, and winces as her back slams against the glass of the monitors. He's so close she can see nothing but his face--where the woman is, she has no idea--and his shouting blocks everything else out. She clutches at his hands, instinctively trying to draw him away. "Get -off- of me!" she gasps, struggling in his hold. "I didn't do this! It's your fucking fault for not checking the notices!"
Mike screams "IT WASN"T THERE YOU DINGY BRAINED BITCH!" he pivots hurling you away.. tossing you into the air as he whirls in the processing room like a caged animal "oh fuck .. oh fuck .. oh fuck .. " he pants in a low tone as he pulls his helmet off
Eamon slides down off the bunk. He lands hard, worn boots cracking on the floor. Head bowed, he stares at the second needle still cradled in his palm, then he closes his eyes. -I will fear no evil...- His eyes open again. -For thou art with me..." Before he can second-guess himself, he whips away from the bunk, his back to the guards, and jabs the needle into his neck.
Alayna watched him, her own nerves screaming with fear. She doesn't care about the woman now, Mike is whipping the fear in her mind to a frenzy. Eyes flick to the monitors again, watching the man stagger and she nods. "He's drunk, just drunk...that's all."
Leynai 's eyes drifted fully closed, whispered words playing their way across her mind did nothing to help stave off the panic even as darkness arrived to help her where nothing else could.
Eamon sways hard within a heartbeat of the needle's plunge into his vein. He yanks it out again, still palmed with the other, and staggers toward the toilet. Down he goes, hard, collapsing to his knees. He retches into the toilet... and drops the needles into the filthy bowl. "Dizzy..." he mumbles. "Give us a warm tosh, wi' ye...?"
Guin hits the wall hard, her head slamming into concrete and nearly costing her consciousness. She slumps to the floor, unable to respond for a long moment. Her vision swims, and a wave of nausea passes over her. "You are so," she chokes out, fear and pain driving her, "being reported." Blinking up from her position on the floor she tries to focus on just one Mike. It hurts to speak. Hurts to even lift her head. "How would I have known, if it only just got here? Moron." She levies herself, stumbling, to her feet. "But if no one here has been vaccinated, maybe I should take the prisoner back out. You'll have to explain, of course." She braces herself on the wall.
Eamon's hand slaps weakly at the handle. The toilet flushes with a roar, water and needles spinning out of sight. His pulse is pounding in his ears. Nothing seems to work right, his hands and arms and fecking legs are asleep, dead and cold. A huge bloody spider skitters across the ledge behind the toilet, beneath the bars. There's a black cat in a blindfold who moves behind those, fingers trailing on the grate.
Mike looks at you "back OUT!? BACK OUT??! We are on Bio-Hazard lock down .. they will seal us in .. and leave us to fuckin..!" he stops his eyes sweep the room and the monitors "No lights.. no lock down.. they dont know yet.. " he scrambles for the med lab "Autodoc! We gotta check our blood.. if we aint sick we can still get out of here!"
Mike slams agains the door .. flailing with his access card at the card reader
Eamon mutters, "Ribble-ti-tibble... gratia plena..." The last is lost on a rasping breath. His blood is pounding, thunder, slowing, slow... He sees spiders everywhere, spiders on the walls, spiders creeping toward him as he sinks down and collapses on the floor. And a wink of light in a black cat's eye. His own roll back in his head, and his lids slip shut.
Alayna looked from the woman to Mike then scrambled to follow him. "We die...I'll, I'll....I'll HAUNT YOUR ASS!!" that was the ticket. "Fuck."
Mike grabs the injector and the the auto analyzer .. his hands shake as he tries to connect the componets. The second the system reads 'ACTIVE' he jams the needling into the fore arm he frantically exposed
Guin blinks as they both move into the infirmary, and though she couldn't have asked for better she still can't help herself. "Cowards!" she bites out, and fights off another wave of dizziness. She turns back to the monitors, looking for one in particular.... her heart clenches tight in her chest at what she sees. "Just stay there!" she calls out. "I've had the vaccine. I'll handle this." Her head is pounding now as she makes her way to the door, willing her way to steadiness.
Guin [COM]: says, her speech slurred. "They're out... retrieving..."
Alayna turned at the yell and looked at the monitors. "Oh shit, he's down....shit...shit....we have to call someone." she started to move for the phone, frantic enough she couldn't recall where the hell it was.
Guin swallows hard and stands straight as she can. She has to hurry now, and has no time for this. The cell door slides open easily--she hadn't pulled it tight enough to lock--and after a second's debate she steps around Eamon to the bunks. Nausea threatens again, at the choice, but she has to... "Come on, you... " She tugs at the girl's arm, trying to draw her down. She nearly falls as the weight comes down on her, right on top of Eamon, but something keeps her steady. "Almost there... " She stumbles back toward the door, again, already starting to panic at the idea of carrying Eamon next.
Leynai wanted to move, but whatever she had been shot up with had her totally within it's grasp.. voice ringing in her ears like crashing bells as her now useless body was pulled from the bed and dragged, carried to the door
Rena [COM]: morge clear? Noble?
Bodi backed up, towards the vent, for once following Jan's orders without a second thought.
Guin nearly falls through the threshold, stopping to rearrange the girl for a better grip. Tears of frustration prick her eyes. So close... She lifts her head toward the dark end of the hallway--beyond that, the interrogation rooms. She grits her teeth and starts down the hallway, a familiar voice whispering in her ear.
Jan [COM]: Morgue's clear. All clear. Bring'em in.
Guin [COM]: Her voice is still unsteady, words slurring. "Got the package. Coming now."
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Masha slants a look at Rena, worried she was in pain, but she seems to just be taking a break.
Elise watches the quick exchange of bodies and exhales. More waiting? she wonders as Rena leans against the wall. She wonders how long the morgue workers will stay unconscious.
Bodi paced with nervous energy, the length of the room traversed in seconds. What the hell was keeping them?
Masha finds herself examining Elise's nifty helmet again and suddenly wonders if Laz built it. It was just so COOL.
Rena shifted uneasily and refrained from hissing into the com.
Bodi: Throwing caution to the wind, she moved closer to the open doorway, where the cells were, with amazing speed. Silent, she waited to see if anything was happening.
Elise can't help but notice Masha's lingering gaze and she wonders if she has something on her. She looks down at the bodies and grimaces, then rubs her fingers over her nose. Yuck.
Jan stood, and attempted to look laconic, bored by all the non-excitement that was going on. Just another day at the office. Just another day at the office. Just putting dissidents in an oven. Just watchin'em fry. Idly, he wondered if there was a goad, or a prod he could use to push ashes around, or something. He just needed to look busy. As Bodi moved, he shook his head, moving closer.
Bodi halted at Jan's move, frowning in his direction, then going to sit on the ledge by the creamatorium, petulant look on her face.
Jan looked to Bodi, teeth grit. "Lucy, you'll drive me insane, you know that?"
Rena dropped to a crouch, head in her hands. Guin, Eamon, Bodi and Jan....if she lost one she'd never forgive herself. She rocked, willing the nerves to go, focusing on the pain instead, yes, pain....she let if fiil her mind and then focused on controling that. She could do that. Something she coud control.
Bodi tried desperatly to hold it in, even biting her lip till drops of blood formed, but couldn't stop the snort of laughter. She buried her face in her hands as her shoulders shook with giggles, tension of the op making the hilarity more intense, and melting it away at the same time.
Jan looked, and relaxed, slightly. Sure. Laughter. Laughter was good. Made it all seem normal. The opposite of tense. "Now, PFC, don't you have some bodies to burn, or whatever?"
Masha's eyes move from helmet over to REna and she goes to sit next to her, resting an arm around the cat companionably, sharing the fear.
Elise watches Rena, and thinks she knows some of what she's feeling. It was never easy, sending people into situations where they could be--where they -would- be--harmed. "You trust them, Rena," she says softly. "They'll come through." They have to, she thinks. The alternative is unbearable.
Bodi: Bodi dropped her hands and leaned her head back on the wall, brushing tears off her flushed cheeks and flashing Jan a look of sheer amazement. "Yes sir, getting to it sir." Standing, Bodi moved to stand by the first corpse, color fading from her face. Sighing, she frowned..she was supposed to do this all alone?
Jan looked to Bodi, and blanched with a look of "Well, don't *actually* do it..." He looked about and spotted the oven. "PFC, are you sure that the oven is hot?"
Bodi sighed at Jan's quick save and shook her head.."Sorry sir, didn't check the settings. Consider it done."
Rena nodded then whipers "They trust me...Sarcina are different. They....I have to hold them back. Keep them sane. This...this is like war." and it was...so different. Her girls were hellions looking for trouble and willing to risk a lot to get their thrills. This was a different sort of risk. Sacrifice.
Masha sits shoulder to shoulder with Rena, "They trust you," she says quietly, "because they believe in your strength. And in this cause. I do not know about your new Sarcina, cher, but this war is a worthy one."
Jan waited, tapping his foot impatiently, making a show of watching PFC McDermott probably fuck up the furnace, like any ol' private. his hand gripped his elbow, and he stole a look out to the door.
Rena looked up then, catching sight of Elise over Masha's shoulder. "There was never a war. Never going to be one. They had orders. If one of them had stepped out of line, they knew what I'd do with them. They know better. We have a nother target. They won't see us coming." she probably shouldn't have said that to Masha, but it was true.
Elise shivers in the dark, watching Masha and Rena sitting side by side. She frowns a little at the talk of war, thinking how close some things had come to that. This was a different kind of fight here, one she hoped they would stay on the same side of. Another target? She wonders what that means, but doesn't ask. She draws her arms around herself, still shivering despite the heat beyond the vent. She closes her eye and says a silent prayer for Eamon and the prisoner.
Bodi bored, eyed Jan consideringly, wondering how big that furnace opening really was
Rena looked up at Elise. "They are down, she's bringing out the dead."
Jan looked to Bodi, nodding as the comm went through. "Places, PFC." He walked to a defendible position, hand at the small of his back, gripping the handle of his suppressed pistol as he effected to lean casually against the wall of the freezer.
Masha starts to respond, not sure what Rena means by a new target either but jolts at Guin's words through the COM, alarmed at the slurred tone. She takes a deep breath and stands, pulling out the packet with the antidote, holding it tightly. "We need to get hem up to the med room as fast as we can," she whispers.
Elise opens her eye and looks down at Rena again. She nods, wondering how Guin means to manage up there all on her own. Not dead, she thinks; not dead. "Masha, what can I do to help?" she whispers.
Bodi tapped her com, then shot a glance at Jan that telegraphed her concern..."What the hell is wrong with Guin?" Bodi's words were barely audible over the roar of the flames.
Jan shrugged, and pointed back, towards the vent. "Wait there." He whispered back. I can see them.
Masha whispers to Elise, "Put an IV in both of them and run a bag of D5W with 1/2 normal saline, just in case. And I want blood packs ready, also just in case, cher, so use lines that have dual ports." She thinks. "There's a crash cart too, which I'll want ready."
Rena whispered into the com. "Morgue clear? Noble?"
Bodi backed up, towards the vent, for once following Jan's orders without a second thought.
Elise nods at Masha; IVs and blood she can do, but... "I don't know how to prep the cart, Masha; we don't have anything like that in the den."
Masha nods. "Do not worry, cher. Just push the power button, have it nearby, and be ready to hand me things if we need it." She's still speaking in a low whisper.
Elise nods. "I can do that," she whispers back and twists her hands together, starting to worry more. How was that possible? She presses her hands to her stomach, glad she hadn't eaten before coming here.
Jan stared at Guin, quirking a brow as she walked in with Leynai's unconcious body. "Are you alright, corporal?" He stepped around, to take the girl's unconcious form. Christ, it was uncanny how dead she felt. "Do you need help with the other one?"
Rena waited until she saw the shock red hair, on the soldier and the red head she was dragging and she carefully pushed open the vent and started shoving out one of the bodies. "Help me get him out....get ready to get her in. " she hissed.
Masha bends immediately to help.
Elise helps Rena shift the body as best she can, wondering if they need to jump down, or if Jan and Bodi will grab the other end.
Guin shifts the girl's weight into Jan's arms with obvious relief, and she nearly stumbles herself. "M'fine," she mutters. She's not, but there's little she can do about it now. "But I need help with the other. Please." Once Jan has her she turns back toward the corridor, so fast her head nearly spins.
Bodi moved and grabbed the "corpse's ' feet, carrying her but keeping her eyes on Guin as well.. God help them, had she gotten drugged as well?
Jan nods, and hefts Leynai over his shoulder, and shook his head to Guin. "Are you sure? Get back to the exfil. We'll do the rest."
Bodi let Jan take the package and moved towards the door, stopping at the threshold and waited. Guin was off and it made Bodi nervous as hell.
Jan's lips pursed, as Guin walked away without a reply, and walked back, taking LEynai and propping her inside the vent. To Bodi, he said, "Get the dummy in the furnace, and press the red button next to the dial."
Rena just let the corpse drop and hissed as she dropped behind it. "Guin...get out. Now...JAn, uniform....you get Eamon, we'll do the rest."
Masha reaches immediately for the girl, pulling, automatically checking her pulse even though she knows she won't find one.
Rena pointed at Jan..."Go now...go. Get him. Tell her to go out the front, now." she grabbed the heel of the corspe. "Bodi....help me burn."
Bodi grabbed the body and pulling, dragging managed to get it far enough into the flames so it exploded in a hot flashe, crispy in a few minutes.
Guin doesn't wait to see if anyone follows, making her way quick as she can toward the open cell. She doesn't even look up, to the room beyond. She doesn't care what they're doing up there, long as they're not back here. She drops to Eamon's side, trying to hook her arm around his shoulders and lift him up. God, he's too heavy, even if her head wasn't pounding and focus wavering. With a growl she heaves him into a sitting position. "Come on... " she whispers, as if he can hear. "Help me."
Mike wraps Alayna up pinning her back to his "dont have fucking time.... " he hisses out loudly.. a thick corded muscled arm hooks your neck and begins to constrict.. his body armor hard and painful agianst yours as you struggle
Guin [COM]: She whispers, tense and urgent. "I need help with him!"
Alayna struggled in his graspe, grugling and choking. "Not....die....let....go.....fuk......" Feet just kept kicking uselessly agains his superior strength and armor.
Eamon is a dead weight. His head lolls forward as he's levered upright, black hair falling to obscure his face. His glasses tumble into his lap.
Bodi took off down the hallway at the com chat, eyes wide when she got to the cell.."Guin, come on...." Bodi hissed, grabbing Eamon's feet and tugging with little regard for his feelings later on
Bodi [COM]: need help with secondary
Mike tightens .. in the manner training has taught him.. no longer hindered by the legalities the UAC teaches the choke holds that police used in the last century with great effect .. he cuts off life giving oxygenated blood to the girls brain to take her out without killing her. He almost didnt care if he did.. his heart POUNDED in his chest to FLEE this scene.. only training held him together at this point
Guin looks up in stark relief when Bodi appears, and she shifts around, trying to lift him from behind his head. "Hurry," she whispers, needlessly, her balance still unsteady but she forces herself to focus, her body into obedience.
Bodi tugged harder..."Lets go"
Alayna went slack in his grasp after one last gurgle. Nintey nine pounds of girly dead wieght.
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Elise bends by Masha's side, watching her with the girl. She was so very still, as if dead. "Can you give the antidote now?" she asks Masha in a whisper.
Masha shakes her head, moving swiftly. "I want the facilities nearby in case the antidote goes wrong. Come, let us get her up there. They can bring Eamon." She moves to lift the girl's shoulders.
Elise balks. "We-- We can't go without him," she says, even as her hands close around the girl's ankles. "Masha..." She shakes her head.
Masha: "They will bring him," Masha says calmly. "Have faith." She continues to hurry them along to the med room, carrying Leynai with Elise.
Leynai felt herself being moved again, like some silly doll.. she felt so heavy... like there was no air.. voices, she didn't pay attention to them.. was wondering if this is what being dead was actually like... then she was lifted, moved again...
Elise has had nothing but faith tonight, and exhales. Leaving this vent without Eamon is like leaving part of herself behind. She focuses on the girl at hand though, and helps Masha out the back of the vent and into the darkness beyond.
Rena moved forward to help Bodi with Eamon and hissed at Guin. "GET OUT NOW." She was already moving toward the vent.
Eamon is a 200+ pound sack of fecking heavy Irish potatoes.
Bodi flashed a glance over at Rena..."I heard man down...what is going on?"
Guin holds her breath nearly the whole time, moving on sheer will and determination. She doesn't look behind her, doesn't dare.... and doesn't look at the roaring fire, dwell on the nauseating smell. She drops to her knees for a moment, head bowed, finding her breath and balance. "Get -him- out." She reaches out, fingers grazing his cheek. "I have to go the way I came, or they'll suspect. There's at least one panicking Marine out there... " She closes her eyes tight, then forces herself back to her feet.
Rena struggled under the extra weight, but continued to uncerimoniously tugging him toward the vent none to gently. "Get him in....or so help me god I'll end you." she hissed at Bodi. To Guin another hiss. "You have to go out the front, go...now. Now!."
Jan helped, totally. He helped sooo much. He was all helping move people, burn bodies, etc. Putting people into the vent. He took time off to cure cancer, but then he came back and helped some more, watching for bad guys. He looked to Guin, and shook his head. "At least get looked at, before you jump back up."
Guin swallows hard, watching them quite literally drag Eamon off, but there's nothing more she can do here but trust. And hurry. She looks up sharply, meeting Rena's eyes for a moment. With the tightest, most fleeting smile, she turns on her heel and heads back, again, every step feeling like she's moving through quicksand.
Jan went for the second dummy body, and helped drag it out of the vent by its shoulders, as he took it across the ground, and placed it on the gurney, which he pushed into the furnace with careful precision, before going back to press the burn button. The door of the furnace slid shut with a sepulhcural scrape, and the flames roared, deafeningly, as the bodies, the darts, everything incinerated in the purifying flame.
Bodi grabs Eamon's other side and helps Rena shove him up into the vent, wondering why they were doing this while Jan stood by.
Rena grunted, quite an unladylike sound, and pushed and tugged with Bodi to get him in the vent then pointed to her. "Vent, out. Go."
Jan nodded, helping Eamon up with strong, masculine upper-body muscles, tired and sweating under the heat of the BDUs, and the inferno that was the furnace. He clambered into the vent, and moved to help drag Eamon out.
Bodi shook her head, eyes and mouth set in mutinous lines, "You first Rena..."
Rena growled "Get your ass in that vent or I'll shoot you. GO." there was no mistaking she meant it.
Jan moves, impatiently not waiting for the girls to do the "After you" dance, and pulls the unconcious padre down the vent carefully, eye fixed on the end , as he pulled him down, wincing. "That's it, Padre, no more corned beef for you."
Bodi shook her head again, green eyes blazing hotter than the fire.."You are injured, I am not. I am right behind you..."
Rena pulled her gun in one swift move and pointed it. "Out."
Jan propped Eamon up, reaching under the father's arms, as he dragged him back, huffing, towards the staging area where the girls were waiting with the antidote.
Jan [COM]: If both of you don't show up, now. I'm coming back and killing the pair of you.
Bodi looked down the barrel of the gun and back up into Rena's eyes. A vivid flashback and Bodi was ten again, her brother between her and their father as she lay there on the floor, raped and bleeding, barely conscious. Unable to react as her father started forward..... Not again, "Go Rena, I am right behind you...."
Rena shook her head. "You follow orders like a man."
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