POI fic: Overwhelmed
TITLE: Overwhelmed
AUTHOR: whomii2
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUBJECT: set Season 4. Our gang fall victim to an attack
A devastating sneak attack had taken down Team Machine.
There had been a lull in the Numbers and the fight with Samaritan, and the group had let their guards down for a brief moment to enjoy the all-too-brief peace in their lives. Although they knew the respite couldn't last, they could never have imagined what lay in their future.
The initial trigger had been hidden in an innocuous cover, with the full effects delayed until the infiltration of the team was fully entrenched. The Machine had failed to give any warning of the danger.
Fusco and John had been together on a stake out when they were struck down. The carnage that resulted from an attack in the confined space of their car was unpleasant in the extreme. They were fortunate that they had been able to call in their situation and have emergency personnel dispatched to their location.
By sheer coincidence Shaw had been with Harold in the subway location when they fell victim. Her training meant that she was the first to realize their situation, but it was too late for her to do much to mitigate the effects.
Only Root remained unaffected. She had been away on a mission for the Machine when it had all started. Instead she would have to act as unlikely caretaker for her stricken colleagues in the subway. Shaw muttered that the most mercy they could expect from her would be to put them out of their misery. They would welcome it at this point.
Harold vowed that this was it. They would never be caught out like this again.
Shaw was never buying lunch for the team again. Not ever. He didn't know where she got those sandwiches she was so enamored of, but clearly the place had some issues with proper food handling.
They should have suspected something when Bear turned his nose up at the leftovers.
AUTHOR: whomii2
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUBJECT: set Season 4. Our gang fall victim to an attack
A devastating sneak attack had taken down Team Machine.
There had been a lull in the Numbers and the fight with Samaritan, and the group had let their guards down for a brief moment to enjoy the all-too-brief peace in their lives. Although they knew the respite couldn't last, they could never have imagined what lay in their future.
The initial trigger had been hidden in an innocuous cover, with the full effects delayed until the infiltration of the team was fully entrenched. The Machine had failed to give any warning of the danger.
Fusco and John had been together on a stake out when they were struck down. The carnage that resulted from an attack in the confined space of their car was unpleasant in the extreme. They were fortunate that they had been able to call in their situation and have emergency personnel dispatched to their location.
By sheer coincidence Shaw had been with Harold in the subway location when they fell victim. Her training meant that she was the first to realize their situation, but it was too late for her to do much to mitigate the effects.
Only Root remained unaffected. She had been away on a mission for the Machine when it had all started. Instead she would have to act as unlikely caretaker for her stricken colleagues in the subway. Shaw muttered that the most mercy they could expect from her would be to put them out of their misery. They would welcome it at this point.
Harold vowed that this was it. They would never be caught out like this again.
Shaw was never buying lunch for the team again. Not ever. He didn't know where she got those sandwiches she was so enamored of, but clearly the place had some issues with proper food handling.
They should have suspected something when Bear turned his nose up at the leftovers.