Trapped

Hunter's shoulders drop a little, seeing how much pain Alice was in. He hated seeing people upset, and tears always got to him.

Coming up behind Alice, he reaches out to lay a hand on her shoulder, but halfway there, he stops. Remembering the last time he'd tried to offer comfort, he retreats. "I'll be in the waiting room with Chloe," he informs quietly before slipping back out of the room.

It seems to take forever for the doctor to appear again. Kyle had flatlined once, but they had been able to revive him. Though it had been a close call, he was stable once more, and in a new room they were keeping a closer eye on him. The others could see him again if they wanted, though he was still asleep and so far unresponsive.

The room was quiet. It felt a little different than the last one. It was strange to know that they had almost lost Kyle, yet he seemed to be sleeping so peacefully. His chest moved up and down with every slow breath, his head resting on the soft pillow. One would expect him to at least stir, but his hands at his sides made no movements. It was still. It was peaceful.


Reese's eyes glance back over his shoulder to look at the girl after she had spoken. An odd tingle ran down his spine. As he saw her eyes, he was suddenly overcome with the strangest pity. Not anger, not fear, not suspicion... but a deep pity.

He had to ask again. "Carson, you've never seen her?"

"Naw, mate. Why? What's happening?"

"Nothing... I just..." Reese looks back at the girl again. "I don't think she's trouble."

"She could be an innocent bystander they snatched. Or, she could be an Agency baby too."

"A what?"

"Like Gage. Born and bred Agency and totally clueless."

"Alright. In the meantime, I'm heading down forty-seven, ready to exit and swing back around in your direction. Dalton, keep an eye on the satellite and make sure no one is following me. I want to be close in case Jason and Scott can't make it to the other van." He pauses as he concentrates on driving. "Jason? Scott? What's your twenty?"

Silence.

Reese waits, not knowing if they hadn't heard him, or were unable to make sound.


Jason and Scott get back upstairs and head through the room. As untrained in the field as he was, Scott leads the way, his gun drawn. Moving stealthily across the floor, he unlocks the door and checks down both ends of the hall. To their right, shadows move and voices could be heard. It was Rod with the others.

"Move!" Scott hisses, shoving Jason ahead of him in the opposite direction.

Jason doesn't need to be told twice. He holds Katie close as he walks as fast as he can without jostling her too much, and without making too much noise. Her head rested on his shoulder, and he tried to keep his emotions in check. She'd never felt so lifeless.
Hang on, Katie... hang on... just a little further.
His words seemed to whisper through his emotions. He was getting closer to being rid of the hindrance of the antidote.

Scott moves along behind him, sideways, continuing to sweep the area with his eyes and gun. Not only did he feel the terror, but he had limited peripheral vision with his blind eye. He hears Reese conversing about their own captive, then hears the question. But there was no time to answer. They couldn't risk being spotted.

The shadows at the other end of the hall near. He and Jason get to the door and glance outside. The two guards were still there. Scott looks to Jason, his eyes wide with a fear. What were they supposed to do?

Jason grits his teeth, looking to his friend grimly. Keeping Katie close, he manages to pull his gun out of its holster and hand it to Scott so he had two.

Scott looks at them, then back up. He knew what he had to do. He looks down the hall. Any second, the others would round the corner. Quicker than he'd ever done, he drops to one knee and grabs two silencers from his bag, attaching them to the end of the handguns. Back on his feet, he takes a deep breath. He would go first. For Katie.

The door flies open. The two guards whirl around, their rifles poised and ready. But they were taken by surprise, and both hesitate, not realizing at first that the man coming outside was not one of their own. It was just enough time for Scott to react.

Both arms extend and aim the guns at the guards. Two shots are fired, muted by the silencers. One guard goes down, hit in the chest. He staggers and grabs for his rifle, but he's already too far gone.

The second bullet flies at the same time, but Scott's aim had been inches off, with his bad eye. The shot only grazes the second guard's shoulder, just enough to make him jump, but recoil with his rifle.

Scott whirls in his direction, ready to take another shot, but there would not be enough time. He would be shot first.

A distant crack echoes through the air and suddenly the guard gets a stunned look on his face. He lowers his rifle and looks down before dropping to his knees and finally falling face first into the dirt.

Scott's heart felt like it was going to explode as it pounded in his chest. He spins around to see the building a short distance away.

Con closes his eyes for a moment before setting his gaze through his rifle scope once more. "Guard on your flank. Get out of there."

Scott doesn't have enough time to thank Con for the help, and instead, he helps Jason down the two steps as they start to run for the trees.


Inside, Derek is being shoved ahead in the lead. As they near the hallway, he is the first within sight and can just see Scott slipping outside. He knew there would be gunfire, and Jason was still crouched with Katie, ready to bolt as soon as it was clear.

Derek's mind raced. Thinking quickly, he turns and trips, sprawling across the walkway. In turn, Jay trips over him, creating a heap that was hard to untangle with their hands still tied. Though getting shouted at, kicked and brutally yanked back to their feet, as Derek rounds the corner, it's just in time to see his son disappear and the door close. With a bloodied lip, he breathes a sigh of relief. No matter what happened now... Katie was out.

The three captives are pushed and ruthlessly shoved into a small room with a tiny barred window. After being patted down, they're left alone with a jeering remark about how they would be picked up later and Medridge would have his way with all of them.

The door slams hard and the sound of the lock being turned is sickening. All grows quiet. Derek and Jay look to Phinox as their only hope.


Back outside, Jason and Scott continue their run for the trees. But out of nowhere, another guard appears. "Freeze!" He fires a warning shot in the air.

Scott spins on his heel, takes aim and fires. The guard goes down. But their cover had been blown. They could hear shouts, and suddenly, a jeep was coming in their direction. They couldn't make it to the trees. The parking lot... it was their only hope. Turning, they run.

Reese's eyes widen as he hears all of the commotion. "Someone talk to me! What's going on?!"

"They're on the move!" Con tries to keep track of them through his scope. "Close call, three guards down, they're getting chased by a jeep. They're headed to the front, to the front. Reese, get back up there! Wyatt, Misty! High-tail it out. You've been spotted. Move!"

Carson is still on his stomach, when suddenly he sees more men appear. "This place is crawling, guys. We gotta get out of here now. Don't think, just move!" As he talks, he takes his own advice, rolling out from the grass and sprinting towards a shed to get closer but still shielded. Shots are fired.

Ryder bolts in the opposite direction. "Laura, where are you?"

"On the roof."

Ryder looks up. Sure enough, Laura was on the lower level roof of the building, trying to pick off some of the Agency's men. Ryder makes it to a junker vehicle, nearer to Nate. "Nate, buddy, where are you? We could use a little help here!"

Jason and Scott continue their pace, ducking low as bullets whiz by their heads. There was a sudden shouting and chaos all around them. Men to their right. Movement to their left. The front was blocked. Jason skids to a halt. Katie was still held protectively in his arms and he pulls her even closer to his chest, the tears stinging his eyes. "Medridge, you coward!" His angry shout brings a strange pause to the battle.

Scott stands with his back against Jason's, his guns still drawn, but his options limited. Blood trickled from his shoulder.

Reese is trying to make it back with the van, but knows if he gets too close, he'll be caught in the crossfire, then they wouldn't be able to get back out with the van again. "Con, what's happening? What's going on?"

"They're cornered. Repeate, they're cornered. Everyone, we're going to have to pick off the outter circle, but one wrong move and our three are dead. Choose wisely." He growls as he moves across the roof to a new position. "I can't get a clear shot. Wait... ok." He peers through his scope. "Scott's been hit. Repeat, Scott's been hit."

"How bad?"

"He's on his feet. Come on guys, think. We need a plan and we need it now. Nate, Ryder, Laura - you three have not been spotted. Act fast, act smart, sooner the better. They're closing in to take Jason and Scott captives."


Hearing everything that was going on, Wyatt's heart races. He throws the van in gear and shoves the gas pedal to the floor. Bumping through the grass and the dirt road, he spins the vehicle around, cutting wide to circle around. He makes sure Misty is still hanging on before whipping around the other way to avoid being sideswiped by the enemy jeep. Reaching back, he hands Misty a gun. "Take 'em out," he orders.