Capítulo 5: 5. Forever Young.
I was on the base when I got again good intel about one facility in the Midwest. Magnum and Murdock were teaching newcomers, Dexter was on the prowl, and his favorite hobby was chasing and killing Sarks. Colin wasn't a field type, so I was thinking of going alone. Of course there was Taylor, but then again, he tended to be a little hothead and not so fast as I.
When there was a knock on the door Wulfe asked, "Hello unicorn, do you have a mission for us?"
I raised my head and said, "Yeah, I can go here alone. This is a scouting mission, in the middle of the forest, but there are some anomalies in a few of these satellite pictures, so it is better to check it out. They can have that new stealth tech, what Magnum had heard, so satellites, at least what we have, don't catch them quite so easily. "
Wulfe came by and looked through those pictures. He had learned over the years flea stuff as there were a lot of teachers and he was quick study, genius, as he was way older than Damon.
After a while, he said, "Fine, when do we go? I am your back up so let's go. Two are better than one."
He was also quite stubborn, so I didn't bother arguing. He was also very protective of me, so he wouldn't let me on my own. Now he knows. In the worst case, he would tell this to Magnum or Murdock or both and we all would go. I had no time to wait around and he was an old, darn strong wizard as well, so not a pushover, not even his lanky teenager look. He just let people assume.
Time was once again an essence, so I got up and started to collect what I needed. I had always a teleportation ring with me. The receiving area would be in this base and you never know what you will encounter. I could not trust that my teleportation would work always. I had no way to know how much Sark had studied teleportation or my abilities, as Colin usually read those reports from medical facilities, or I put them in the safe. And if that would be a nasty place, it was good to have a backup plan.
So I got my gear on, and I took my guns always with me. Wulfe had learned to shoot, it was must when Murdock was around so he had his own locker and he put his gear on too. Wulfe had been taught to be fully pledged flea, and he was good enough to pull gigs on his own too. He made sure that I had my gear on. Again protective much. I collected men who were extremly protective of me around me. Not that I needed so much protection always, or at least I felt like I did need.
We went out, and I took one of the sturdier SUVs to us. As the target was in a deep forest, we would have to trek quite a long way. It was not so hard. We were both in good shape. Well, my good shape was, according to Colin, far from ideal, but I survived. Colin and sometimes Magnum could be quite nag. Magnum would tell me how much better I could do if I would be fully fit. Well, I was fit enough. My life was what it was and everything affected to my fitness.
We did not speak much on the way there and I drove on a small, bumpy forest road. It was almost not even a road, but our car survived. I turned the car ready so that when we were ready, the car would be ready to go. Both of us were tuned in to mission mode.
Of course, the car was fully loaded and now my every single locker had programmed Magnum, Wulfe, and Murdock, so it was not mine anymore per se. We got out of the car and I took my compass, took a direction and we went on. It would be three hours of traveling before we would get anywhere close enough to get some evidence.
Is this a good hint or not? And if there would be a facility, well, I could scout it out if possible. It was good to eliminate always good facilities out of the way. We had to do this as secret as possible. If this was a nasty place, it was not good to expose us too early on.
We had walked a little over two hours when the first shot rang in the air and Wulfe groaned. I turned around, saw him bleed, and grabbed him. Yanked him in a little better cover. He was pale and gasping.He had trouble breathing. I gave him my blood to help a bit. But I could smell platinum and Wulfe was sensitive to it. Damn explosive armor-piercing bullets.
Wulfe said, "it is enchanted, dark magic. I can suck it out, but it helped it penetrate my vest."
His voice was strained. Dark Magic meant that someone was expecting us more or less. Not good thing at all.
I opened his vest, looked at the bullet wound, draining some of my blood into it. This would not heal fully and it weakened him a lot. Traveling to the car would take too long and he needed to get to the base right now. It was not the first time, as they had dark wizards or even sorceresses at payroll.
I said to him," Listen to me, you are not in shape to be in here anymore. I will send you back with my ring. You don't have enough power to teleport yourself. I am going to call Colin and tell him, to be ready. I am not listening to any objections."
Wulfe looked at me. He looked like a scared child. So young, somehow vulnerable. He nodded. He was sucking the magic out and it weakened him, not corrupt, but it was hard for him. He had done it earlier, too. He was more or less sweating as he strained to suck the magic out. Platinum was effectively poisoning him all the time.
I took my mic and said to it." This is Flea leader to base. We require medical assistance. Wulfe took a big platinum bullet into the gut. Black magic imbued. I will send him to the receiving area. Be ready."
Colin's voice came through, "What the hell? What in the fuck you have now gotten into? I am ready, flea leader, but get the hell out of there, too."
Colin was angry, he was furious as he hated these bullets with magic and as it weakened Wulfe quite severely too and he did not like when Wulfe was in not good shape. He did not like when someone was not in good shape at all. But he had gotten very close to Wulfe. They were close buddies.
I said "Roger that. I am on my way to the car as soon as I get Boy Wonder to safety."
I took out my ring. My three crystals and put them around Wulfe. He was so pale, shaking, and in pain, and I knew that a gut wound could lead to infection, severe blood loss, and other complications. Poor boy was almost out cold and I activated crystals with my ring, said magic words, and Wulfe disappeared. I collect the crystals and put them in my pocket. Too bad that one can not travel with these alone. You need to be outside to activate these crystals.
A few minutes later, Colin's voice came through. "I got the boy wonder. Now get the hell out of there."
His voice was firm, and he was not happy about Wulfe's condition.
I just clicked my mic once receiving his message. First, I needed to see where the hell that shooter was and who he was. Was he one of the facility men or someone else? I left my hiding place, trying to move from one shelter to the next when hot pain shot through my shoulder. I gasped, pulled behind the tree, cursed under my breath.
Damn, where the hell he is shooting at? I ducked to the ground and cursed in myself as I felt platinum burning. it was toxic for me too. I got up. I slightly tried to move, and keep cover, my shoulder bled like crazy and I took one first aid bandage from my thigh pocket, opened it, and pressed it to the wound, but as it was through and through, I could feel my blood right about almost pouring down on my back. There are quite big veins and arteries in the shoulder as well.
I took cover behind one boulder. I heard footsteps. I am bleeding too much, easy to see where I am. I dashed to another place, this time hot pain hit me on my hip, and burning pain was in my gut. The bullet was still inside me. Not so good. I tried to move, but blood loss crept on. I saw a few bigger boulders and ducked behind them.
I sat there, panting, trying to take out my rage, not too much but that amount that I could act. This was not going how I wanted it to go.
The emotionless voice said to my left, "You are bleeding like crazy. There is no way you survive. I can just wait here, though. I have slashed the tires of your car, and you are in no shape to even get there. These are new bullets. There is liquid platinum inside of them. And few poisons too."
He walked up. He was very plain-looking; he had a big gun, a Glock in his right hand, black boots, black jeans, a stony gaze, black jacket. He came over to me and kicked me as I leaned against one boulder. I was almost fainting, but he kicked me, so I fell over on my face.
He said, "Nothing personal, just doing my job, target omega. " He raised his gun, pointing it at my head.
One hot pain flashed in my head, and then nothing.
I woke up or revived, and sometime later I was getting some sensations around me. I was naked and in the dark. I could smell the surrounding earth. Oh my god, I have been buried. Fuck, I really hated this. I could feel platinum burning, weakness seeping in, but it was no time to lie underground. Fine. I did not breathe as I started to dig myself out of the grave.
It took some time, but I finally got out there, I could feel a bullet in my gut. My head was sore, I touched my forehead, and there was still an exit wound from that execution. I sat naked on the ground, trying to cope. I smelled ashes, something burning, and as I got up. My eyes swam. I felt quite confused, as my brain was not healed all too well.
It was not easy to try to function with brain injury. My mind felt so broken, almost. My emotions, those bastards, tried to push in the surface, to make me feel. To realize that a Pack had a perfect life without me. I had just dug myself out from the grave, naked and wounded. Alone in the forest. It took time for me to get them under control.
I walked to the remains of a fire. My clothes had been burned. He had probably taken my gun. Fine, I could not change my shape until my brain healed, so I started to walk, about in that direction where the car would be. Even if he had slashed the tires, I still had my locker. I had some spare clothes in my car and a comm device.
I chuckled darkly as I finally saw the car. I had walked for hours in the forest, my brain still healing. My sense of direction had not really worked. My rage started to help, but not so much. I had puked, stopped, and retched as poisons wreaked havoc in my system. I felt liquid platinum in my head, poisons too, and Colin would rip me a new one for this. And probably Magnum and Murdock too. I groaned in my mind as I knew I would hear from this for a long time.
But I would not say that this has been just my past haunting me. No, better to make this some other guy. Not to mention anything about the target Omega or the whole goddamn Omega project. No need to put anyone in danger any more than they are when they are with me. I had lost so many and this, this was a secret that kill them all.
I got my locker open, took out some wet wipes, and cleaned a little bit of myself. Then I put on my spare clothes after I had dressed my shoulder wound from behind too. Now, my forehead was almost closed and my brain started to heal, but even the smallest attempt to teleport made the pain so bad that I threw up. So no go. My brain was pretty painful as there were still those poisons and I had black veins a little here and there.
Fine, time to face the music. I grimaced in my mind. Knowing that Colin would really rip me a new one for this.
I took my spare mic and. "This is Flealeader, asking for extraction. The car is not in a drivable state, and I cannot teleport. "
Magnum's voice was sharp," Flealeader, what is your status? You have been out of comm for 55 hours, so you must be wounded and killed, am I right?"
He was less happy with me. Really not happy at all. He was going to rip me a new one, and I groaned in my mind again.
Oh, that long, fine, "Correct, my brain is almost healed, í have a bullet in my gut, through and through in my shoulder, and execution from back of neck to forehead. Bullets are filled with liquid platinum and poisons."
Magnum said, "Yeah, we are aware of that. The boy Wonder is still in a coma, a medical coma. I send extraction to your location. Stay safe."
I said, "Fine, I go into the car and lock it up. What is ETA?"
Magnum said," Three hours, stay in the freaking car. No need to get any more bullets."
He was furious. Oops. just a little oops almost. Not telling him about my little scouting mission. I thought that would they let me on my anywhere for a long time. it might be that I would be more or less grounded or that I would have someone with me all the time.
I went to the car and locked the door. I sat there, wondering when that would stop. When the government gets it to their thick skulls that I am unkillable. I will revive. I was tired. This was never easy to be killed and I could feel a poison churning in my veins and knew that I had little time to be sick. I had no time for sick leave. I was needed a little there and everywhere so Colin would not put me in a coma. I could survive.
I kept my little camouflage on; I had used my camouflage energy to cover up the fact that when Damon had ripped me out of his heart and pack, all the modifications he had done to my body over the years went away, so my breasts shrank, my body was not so shapely, and this had been a hard time, I got scars, but I covered them with my energy, even in my sleep. I felt my neck, feeling there was yet another scar. This was not the first time I had been executed since I left the pack. Now I was open prey to all the government assassins.
I was kind of tired, not sure how long it had been as I thought things in my mind. Nothing so special, just a few flea things, upcoming missions, and such. I had so much on my plate and I was feeling pretty damn exhausted, limp, almost...
I heard the extraction team arriving. The helicopter made trees go all over in every direction and I groaned in my mind as I saw Colin jumping out of the copter. Mr Big Boss himself coming at me. He waited for four medics to get the gurney and move it toward the car. I opened the door as he walked over.
He said to me in a pretty darn tight voice, that I obeyed nicely." Do not move, we need to keep your metabolism down, so no moving. We will lift you to the gurney and go to the base and I will check you over there. These poisons are difficult, even for you. "
I nodded. I was tired, in pain, and limp. Colin lowered the backrest, so I was on my back and he just touched me through. Then four other medics came, and they maneuvered me out of the car, onto the gurney, and into the chopper.
Return to the base took three hours and Colin gave me drops, to my mouth almost the entire trip. He did not cannulate, me as he knew my apprehension against any medical device. I was getting more and more tired and I was not sure if should I get tired or not. He did not look at my wounds yet at all but gave me drops, and talked to me. I was pretty out of it when Chopper landed and I barely noticed as they wheeled me inside. Someone was talking about something, but I was too tired to understand or answer. Then I blacked out.
The next thing I realized, I woke up, and Magnum was sitting next to me. I groaned and opened my eyes. My eyes felt crusted. I felt sore, tired, and weak still. It took time for me to get my vision working properly. Magnum had stubble. He looked shaggy, and he was nodding off. My mind was kind of mess, but I could not find the reason why Magnum was so disheveled. I tried not to wake him up as I got my eyes open and tried to move. He woke up, seeing me awake, looked very relieved, and smiled.
He said softly, "Hey, how are you feeling?"
He reached and brushed my hair out of my forehead. He seemed very relieved.
I managed to say, "Tired, sore, weak, you look like shit."
My voice was hoarse, my throat dry. It took an effort for me to utter even those words.
He chuckled softly, got up, and motioned to someone. Murdock, Colin, Dexter, and Wulfe all came, and Colin made them move a little out of the way as he gave me some juice and lifted the headboard so I was in a better sitting position. He wiped my eyes as well when they felt so crusted, and I tried to rub them with my hand, but my hand did not really obey so well.
Wulfe came to sit next to me, took my hand in his and looked at me. It took time for him to get himself under control.
Wulfe said to me." Never again, listen to me unicorn, you will not be in a coma for five freaking weeks and Colin was not sure at all will you would ever wake up."
He squeezed my hand, stopping my rubbing my face and my eyes. He was very upset, emotional.
Oh, that kind of thing. Murdock and Dexter were silent. Colin, with his scrubs, hovered near me, and he soon would tell everyone to leave me to rest.
I said, "I am fine, now, well awake at least."
My voice was still hoarse and weak. I felt utterly powerless.
Colin came nearer, he checked me over and said, "Young lady, you gave us a big scare, really big, so you are now a good girl and get better and not go right away working."
I said, "I am not yet in shape to get even up here, so no fear of me leaving to be a surgeon. I feel utterly powerless still."
Colin watched me like a hawk. He did not let four be around me for too long a time as I was just getting better. He gave me food, drink, coffee, and a lot. After three days, he let me try to sit on the edge of the bed, then after two days, slowly standing up. It took five weeks for me to get myself in normal shape. So that had been quite a mission. All because of what happened a long time in the past. My past really haunts me and this was not only time.
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