I hate doctors

The rest of Break Out comes and goes as well, wandering the room and the halls, just waiting. Chloe and Hunter hang out in the room the most, though really there isn't much to be done. Despite the doctor's assurance that Kyle would be okay, the worry still ran deep.

By the afternoon, some of the team had returned to the hotel, while some had stayed. Hunter sat in the waiting area, Chloe walked the halls, and Jordan paced. It was quiet... nerve-wracking... tense.

Kyle has been sleeping without a sound for hours. But suddenly he seems to give a start. His eyes open just to roll back in his head and he starts to shake, his face growing hot as sweat forms. One of the machines starts to beep, and immediately several nurses and a doctor appear.

Quickly coming into the room, they ignore Alice, walking around her and going straight to Kyle. Their words all mixed together, something about heartrate, breathing, shock and a reaction.

Seeing the new commotion, Hunter slides into the room. "What's going on? What happened?"

One of the nurses pushes him out of the way. "He's had a reaction to the antibiotics."

"Well what-" Hunter can't even ask as Kyle is taken from the room without the courtesy of an explanation. He slams his palm into the wall in frustration, keeping himself from yelling at the doctor for keeping them in the dark. Spinning around, he realizes that Alice had been caught in the new mess. "What happened?"


A million and one thoughts race through Reese's mind as he lets his three men go, taking the young woman into his own custody. Also not trusting anyone, he backs up, pulling the girl along with him. He doesn't want to turn his back on Derek, Jay and Phinox, but he knows he must. Otherwise, they would be killed on the spot.

Turning, he opens the van door again and shoves the girl inside, just out of sight of the thugs. Moving so no one else could see him, he yanks the girl to the side and in one motion, has her cuffed to an inside rail. A gun is suddenly in his hand, cocked and pointed to her throat.

"You make one wrong move," he hisses, "and you're dead. Got it?"

Shutting the door, he moves nonchalantly but quickly to the driver's side again, starts the engine and turns around. As they're pulling away, he makes sure communication is still clear, while keeping one eye on the newcomer. "I've got the decoy. Repeat, decoy in custody. They did a good job with making her look like Katie, I'll give 'em that."

"I bet Medrige has some plastic surgeons working for him," Con muses. "How'd you like to be changed into somebody else just to fail the mission?"

Reese gets back on track. "Scott, give me a report."

No answer.

"Scott?"

Jason's voice answers. "He took off his mic. to concentrate. We've got one minute to go."

"Con?"

"Rod's moving the three inside. They're cautious but unsuspecting."

"Wyatt?"

"Still here. We're ready and waiting."

"Ryder and Carson?"

It's Ryder who answers. "Don't know the sheila. The goon with Rod is an idiot with attitude, but an idiot nonetheless. No one's spotted us. We're still here and stable."

"Nate?"


Jay and Derek follow along with Phinox, tripping every once in a while as they're shoved. Both men are incredibly nervous, but trying to hold themselves together. They knew that once they reached a room to be held in, that they would have to start planning their escape.


Scott clips the last wire. The light goes off. The cap doesn't blow. He lets out the breath he'd been holding and looks up at Jason with a slight nod.

Donning his mic again, he then unties Katie's wrists, as gently as possible, seeing that the ropes had rubbed her raw. The bomb was disarmed.

"Bomb disarmed," Jason informs the team. "Repeat, Bomb is disarmed. We're heading out. Con, what's it look like?"

"Outside perimeter we got two guys in the back where you went in. Watch your step. Rod heading in with a thug and our three."

"Got it." Jason bends over and tenderly lifts Katie into his arms. Having her so close to him had never felt better, but it was filled with a sickening worry. She had not yet woken, though he was just beginning to feel a trickle of emotions.

He nods to Scott to take the lead this time. His arms were full... Scott needed to be their eyes.

Scott slings his backpack over his shoulder and takes his gun. His hand trembles again just a little as they ascend the stairs quietly.