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Dead Men Walking
Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 02:20 AM (70,910 Views)
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After a another few minutes, Nolan arrived back at the van and took his old seat back. He had finished painting the stripe on Antonio's van. Like Annie, Antonio had been hesitant about the idea, but he convinced him that the plan was not to go charging in recklessly; the only thing the stripe was for was so that any scouts they might encounter would not think twice about their presence. After all, it was safe to assume that they were about to enter areas that may be under surveillance. It seemed like everyone thought the plan was to smuggle themselves into the city, which Nolan agreed posed way too many risks. They had no idea if they had checkpoints or if these checkpoints had passwords or anything. And that was before the question of their unknown faces came into play. They had too many variables and not enough information.

"We should be able to continue from here on out without drawing too much attention to ourselves." Nolan explained once he was back in his seat. "Green River should be..."

He plucked the map from Willow's lazy hands; she put up no resistance to the action. He figured she had been holding it out of habit at this point, but Nolan was pretty slow to trust Willow right about now. She was clearly still not all there. He liked to think that she was just dazed at the fact her boyfriend was captured. It made the drugs feel like less of a problem.

"Next city to our west." He reported and handed the map back to Willow. "Let's go scope the place out, shall we? Maybe we can get close enough to get a hold of Eli and Jimmy and let them know what happened."

* * * * *

"I don't think there will be any permanent damage. You should just take it easy with the arm for a week or two and you'll be fine."

Doctor Alexa Thompson was a pretty young thing, about the same age as Danica -- but she had freshly graduated with her MD when the dead started coming back to life while Danica didn't even go to college. Despite it all, Dr. Thompson had meticulously trimmed blonde hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a curvy figure most girls would kill for. She carried herself confidently and professionally, but tucked behind her whitened smile was someone that seemed very mischievous at times. Danica knew she was popular with the boys back in Med School and that they were popular with her. In fact, Alexa sometimes told Danica that she 'studied biology with a lot of boys' back then. A euphemism if she ever heard one. Danica respected Alexa a lot.

The young doctor had just finished stitching and wrapping Danica's forearm. The blonde kid had landed a pretty solid hit on her while she was caught off guard. She didn't think anyone would be able to get past Mountain Mike. This was a lesson that she learned the hard way. But it could have been a lot worse. Danica had lied to Alexa though. She didn't want to tell her they had brought in someone to be tortured. She instead told the doctor that she had cut her arm on a sharp piece of metal. Whether or not she sold the story well, she didn't know.

"Thanks, I owe you one."

"If that was all it took to owe me something, then half the community would owe me by now." Alexa smiled in response. "Just be more careful out there next time. Sharp metal can carry a lot of diseases, so I am gonna give you a few antibiotics just to be safe."

The two of them sat in Alexa's bedroom. It was where she handled a majority of her easier patients. More severely injured ones called for special circumstances, but were typically rare. Though ever since Cory had arrived, they were becoming more and more common. When another knock sounded on Alexa's door, Danica could see the annoyance flicker in the doctor's eyes for just a moment before disappearing again.

"Coming."

Alexa got up from her chair and squirted some hand sanitizer into her hands. She rubbed them dry before she answered the door. Their visitor was dressed like one of Cory's soldiers. The Sellouts, as Danica called them.

"Cory requests your services with one of his guests." The armed soldier reported bluntly. "He seems to be in pretty bad shape, but Cory wants him alive."

"Of course." Alexa forced a smile. "Let me just grab my supplies."

It had taken Danica some time to get in here and see Alexa. She had another patient in before her. Had enough time passed for Cory to beat up the men they brought in? Was that who Alexa was being called in for?

"Here, I'll lend you a hand with those supplies." Danica offered and accepted the bag from Alexa.

"Thank you." The doctor smiled. "I kinda wish I had a nurse sometimes."

Maybe Danica was making a mistake. But she wanted to confirm whether or not the victim here was the blonde man they had brought in. As potentially foolish an idea as this was, maybe there was still time to make this right.

* * * * *

Darren let out a tired sigh. What a fucking day. Mike and Alicia had already gone to their room to retire, but Darren wanted more of a break than that. He wanted a smoke. With a freshly lit cigarette between his lips, he made his way towards the edge of the encampment; away from the lights and few people that were still up at this hour. There also seemed to be a few more of Cory's soldiers floating around now. More reason to step away for a bit. The fire that everyone seemed on edge about was probably nothing.

"Hey, buddy." He waved his hand to a Mexican man he didn't recognize.

In a community this size, there were a lot of people he didn't know yet. He noticed the man was holding a pistol pretty tightly.

"I would be careful about waving that thing around." He advised and puffed out a ball of smoke. "Cory's got his soldiers on the case already. We probably won't even be needed."
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Eli’s attention snapped to the cigarette smoker immediately. He was a second away from drilling two rounds into his heart, when he unexpectedly waved and gave him a friendly warning. Which wasn’t quite what he expected.

Eli cocked his head. He also lowered the gun and relaxed his grip.

“Yeah, good call,” he said. “Just, uh, the fire you know… Got me on edge.”

He gave a shrug, and advanced casually. At least, he aimed for casually.

“Say, I don’t think we met yet,” he said.

He extended his hand to shake.
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"Can't say I blame you." Darren managed a smirk and clasped the man's hand. "Darren."
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Eli pumped Darren’s hand once, and then yanked him forward as hard as he could – hard enough to pull his arm bone out of his shoulder socket, Eli guessed as he was doing it.

Eli sidestepped and wrapped a thick arm around the man’s neck. He flexed and squeezed, compressing his carotid artery but not his airway. That was his intention, at least. He came here to kill Cory, not necessarily anybody else, but he found himself thinking that he wouldn’t care if this man died. He had thrown his lot in with the wrong person.

He couldn’t think about that too hard, though, he was too busy focusing, trying to force this guy into a state of unconsciousness.
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THE FUCK!?

Darren understood what had happened as soon as the man yanked him in. He was not a part of this community. He had probably started the fires as a distraction. He tried to shout or scream a warning, but he only managed in opening his mouth wide enough to let the cigarette fall from his lips before he found himself underneath the big man's arm. Whoever this guy was, he was quick, he was strong, and he was trying to pinch the carotid artery. Darren only had a few seconds to make his move. He twisted his head inward to relieve the pressure and buy himself a little extra time; then he used that time to swing his left arm up and ram his index and middle fingers into the nostrils of his attacker.

Things were starting to get hazy. Using all the strength he could muster, he pushed his left hand up and back. If Darren could get him to loosen the hold even a little bit, he could wrest himself free.
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Eli narrowed his eyes in annoyance as Darren tried to make his escape. Eli had him tight, though, and his attempt to go for his nose was thwarted with a simple jerk of his head.

In seconds, he crumpled to the ground, and Eli followed him into a crouch. He glanced in all directions quickly, searching for witnesses, before he listened and held a finger to the unconscious man’s pulse point.

Still breathing, he concluded, and he had mixed feelings about that.

His next conclusion was that he needed more info. A lay of the land, so to speak. He also needed to move Darren. He didn’t want to leave his body out here for someone to find and sound the alarm. He decided to tackle both problems at once.

He dug into Darren’s pockets as he lay there, stopping only when he heard the jangle of keys. When he pulled them out, he found they were on a keychain with a room number. He looked around again, momentarily, and realized that’s what these builders were. Hotels.

So he had a next stop – Darren’s room. Now he just needed to get there, with Darren, without getting noticed. The renewed activity around here was starting to feel like a bad thing after all.
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"Okay then. Let's go." Emily said as she turned the ignition.

She hoped they weren't just throwing their own lives away on this. The new paint job should do the trick. A casual inspection wouldn't make them, so they should be able to get into town at least and then find somewhere to hide themselves. Do some surveillance and then get to work on an actual plan.

They weren't exactly the A-team, with Emmett sporting a broken rib and Willow still high as a kite, but they'd have to use what they had. They still had Jen in mostly okay condition, Emily was fine herself, Antonio too but she wasn't sure if he could be relied upon to actually pull the trigger on another person, Nolan was a real novice, as was Annie, and Kelsey and Connor weren't getting involved at all. Emily exhaled and gave a silent prayer to whoever might be listening to get them through this.
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Four or five close calls later, Eli reached the door to Darren’s room. The first was in the lobby. He had opened a fire exit and peaked through a couple times, identifying the stairwell access and waiting for that impossible moment where everyone inside turned away at once. There were several of them, milling around, making nervous conversation about the fire and about Cory and this order he had apparently made to wake up all his men.

Darren had also used the term ‘Cory’s soldiers’, in a way that implied he wasn’t one of them. He took orders from Cory, though, which made him culpable enough. But these people Cory was waking now – his men – they must have been even more vile. Eli vowed not to hesitate if he came face to face with one.

After clearing that first hurdle by beating the impossible, and finding a moment to haul Darren across into the stairwell, Eli took a breath. He heard footsteps descending fast, though, and his second close call was upon him. He dragged Darren’s lighter body under the staircase and out of sight. Soon enough, the footsteps were at the bottom of the stairs, and Eli saw the back of someone’s head as they disappeared into the lobby.

Unfortunately, Darren’s key chain started with a ‘2’ so that meant throwing Darren’s dead weight on his shoulder and climbing the stairs like they were a mountain. Sweat was pouring down his face by the time he reached the upper level.

He peaked out a window on the door, saw some men going door to door – one of them was tatted up, but with a full head of hair, making him one of Cory’s men, but not Cory himself.

He wondered if Jimmy was in place, and if he had seen the encounter with Darren go down through the lens of his sniper scope. He knew that Jimmy definitely didn’t see him now. There were four walls around him and no windows. He was on his own, in a way he hadn’t been in a while.

This was how I wanted it, he told himself. Now he wasn’t sure why he wanted it, but he knew that he did.

Somehow, Eli made it across the hall to the far end, where Darren’s room number was finally displayed. He used the keys to enter, just as he heard a murmur from his hostage.

He’s coming to, Eli realized the obvious.

Another door in the hallway opened, just as Eli tossed Darren threw his. He closed the door and locked it behind him, then turned as Darren flopped onto his bed.

He drew his suppressed .22. It still didn’t feel natural in his hands.

“Make a sound and you die,” Eli said, before Darren’s eyes could even open all the way. “Nod if you believe me.”
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Danica cringed -- even before she was able to identify the man as the one they had brought in earlier, he was pretty badly beaten. Blood dripped down his face and stained his clothes and the ropes that bound him. It was legitimately hard to tell the difference between the blood and the wounds. Was it just hit face or was it all over?

Alexa seemed far less disturbed. While Danica sat at the doorway with a sick feeling in her stomach, the doctor casually made her way over to the man and started to undo the bindings that held him in place. The ropes might have been pretty tight, because they gave her some trouble. After Danica recovered from her temporary shock at the sight, she made her way over and helped the doctor untie him from the chair and carefully lay him down on the ground. Danica thought he looked conscious, but couldn't be sure.

"He's pretty badly beaten up." Alexa commented. "If you can hear us, we're gonna try to stop the bleeding. We just need you to stay still."

"At least he still has all of his limbs." Danica observed, trying to be optimistic.

She had known people to get called in with Cory, and then come out minus a hand. Maybe she was just being optimistic, but she thought for a second that he would be able to make a full recovery from this. Of course, that was making the assumption that Cory was done with him after this. Which was... unlikely. The very idea that they may be saving this man's life so that Cory may only kill him later disgusted Danica, but Alexa seemed jaded to the concept and worked automatically. At that moment, Alexa unbuckled the man's pants and pulled them down to his thighs very briefly, giving Danica a glimpse of something more than she had bargained for. The doctor nodded to herself and then pulled his pants back up.

"What was that for?" Danica furled her brow.

"Do you know Richard? Younger man, used to help monitor firearms?" Alexa inquired as leaned in close and peeled the man's eyes open and looked into them before putting a finger on his neck to check his pulse.

"Yeah, kind of."

"Turns out he was caught stealing weapons on the same day Duke disappeared. He looks alright, but he doesn't have all his limbs, if you know what I mean -- not after Cory caught him at least. When I asked Cory about it he said it was funny because now everyone could call him 'Dickless Dick'. When you said all his limbs were still attached, I had to double check to make sure he wasn't missing that one."

"Okay, that's just fucking sick." Danica wanted to throw up. "We can't let him keep doing this."

"Not right now, Dani." Alexa lifted up a hand to stop her mid-sentence. "Thank you for helping carry my supplies over here, but I don't think you can do anything else. I'm relieving you of duty."

Danica huffed angrily, but nevertheless rose to her feet and left. She hadn't gotten the full rant off her chest. It was dangerous to talk like that -- if any of Cory's soldiers had overheard that, it was more than likely she would be the one tied to one of these chairs instead -- but she didn't care at this point. Alexa was just too scared to speak out over all of this, and that is why she sent Danica away. Danica herself had gone along with this since the beginning, but after what she had just seen, not anymore. She was done playing these games. Surviving on her own was preferable to this place now. Travis and Pablo had the right idea all along. But before she could plan anything, she needed to talk to her brother.

* * * * *

Despite his captor's protest, Darren unconsciously let out a barely audible groan as he woke up. Even though he was just waking up again, he was fully aware of his position. This man was making Darren his bitch. Metaphorically, of course. Hopefully not physically. But why else would he drag him back into his hotel room? What the hell was this shit all about anyway? He wanted to protest, but even if he wanted to talk, he was still a little too hazy to formulate words. That, and he was being threatened not to at gunpoint. Darren wasn't too keen on dying yet either.

Darren nodded his head compliantly.
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“Good,” Eli said.

He reached for his belt, but didn’t look away from Darren or lower his aim. He had to feel around for a few seconds before he got a handle on the handcuffs he was looking for, and it took him a few seconds after that to unhook them.

They were another gift from Jimmy. Eli wondered how long he had them, or what he ever planned on using them for.

He tossed them over to Darren. They landed on his chest.

Then Eli scanned the room, like he meant to do before starting the interrogation. It was lucky that Darren didn’t have a roommate. This sequence of events would have played out entirely differently if he had.

“The radiator,” he said, nodding to it when he saw it. “Handcuff yourself to it.”
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"A... are you-"

Darren started to protest this, but the Hispanic man glared daggers at him immediately and his hand twitched on the trigger menacingly. Darren froze mid sentence; that was all he needed to see to know hie was serious. With new found motivation, Darren got off the bed and made his way towards the radiator. He slipped one of the cuffs around his left wrist and then cuffed the other one to the radiator itself. He sat on the floor beside it with a defeated look on his face. He had just been talked into handcuffing himself to a radiator. But he was conceded to it.

Fuck all of this.
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When he heard Darren’s cuffs click into place, Eli lowered the pistol so his arm wouldn’t get tired. He kept it firmly in his grip by his side, though, ready just in case their talk went sideways.

He decided he’d start with the big question, the one he really wanted to know.

“Where’s Cory?”
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What kind of insane question was that? He breaks into the camp and demands to know where Cory is. What the hell was wrong with this guy? But... if he wanted to have a piece of Cory, Darren was not going to stop him. Either this guy killed Cory and they didn't have to worry about him anymore, or Cory killed him and he didn't have to worry. Unless Cory found out that Darren had been the one to spill the beans about this place. Then he was legitimately fucked. But at this point, he was kind of fucked no matter what he decided to do.

"Building D. There is a big office space on the first floor of the building. You can't miss it, he has thugs in Kevlar watching the entrance." Darren answered bluntly. "What are you gonna do, kill him? Cause that's not gonna happen. You won't even get past the front door with that peashooter."
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Brandon was dimly aware of voices. He wasn't sitting up anymore. He could feel hands on him, gentle, small hands. Light fkoided his vision as he opened his one good eye a frack. His vision was blurred but he ciuld see somebody looming over him. Yellow hair. In his half-conscious state this added up to one thing. Willow was here. He was safe.

His arms weren't capable of much, he felt like he'd been emptied out and there was nothing left to keep him going. Even so he reached out and grabbed her and pulled them both toward each other, kissing her for as long as he could. His muscles were weak and her lips pressed against his caused him pain, but it was worth it. If that was the last act he could manage he was happy.

"I love you... so much..." he managed to croak before he collapsed again.
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Alexa was stunned for a few moments after the man kissed her, rather passionately at that, before lapsing into a state of unconsciousness. She ran a hand through her air and wiped the fresh blood off her lips.

"I wish more patients would thank me like that." She mused to herself.

On a more serious note, he was not in good shape. For starters, there was serious bruising on his chest and abdomen with a high probability of at least one broken rib. There was also a gunshot wound on his side that reopened during the abuse and was soaking his shirt with blood. On top of that, his nose was definitely broken and he was likely suffering from a severe concussion. If he survived this, though, the most troubling thing for him may be the trauma to his left eye. he absolutely had a detached retina and with the damage done, his orbit may well be fractured as well -- he was at risk of going blind in that eye. The equipment necessary to treat that was far beyond what she had available. But even if she did have it... it was not life threatening. Alexa knew the routine by now. Cory was very rough with his playthings and this man would likely die within a few days. It would be more humane to simply kill him now, but then Cory would kill her. She was under orders; she had to keep him alive. Though, frankly, the only thing life threatening right now was the concussion. And there was little anyone could do about that. In fact, for almost all of his injuries, she either did not have the tools necessary to fix them or they were injuries that would heal on their own. The only thing she really could do was control the bleeding.

Dr. Thompson reached into her bag and withdrew some gauze bandaging and antiseptic. She might need to stitch the wound on his abdomen shut again, but she wouldn't be sure until she could get him cleaned up a little bit.

* * * * *

The convoy slowly chugged down I-80. Everybody was quiet and the atmosphere was tense -- the only thing anyone could hear was the rumbling of the engines and the only light they could see was the light beaming from their headlights. The formerly beautiful and scenic basins were not a source of constant paranoia for Nolan; he scanned each and every one thinking there could be someone watching them. Even though he was fairly confident their disguise would buy them time and give them some freedom, he wasn't 100% sure. That small chance that it didn't still scared him. Were they in Green River yet? It had been about twenty minutes since they started moving again. They must be getting close.

Then the headlights illuminated a small sign off the side of the road.

Welcome to
GREEN RIVER


A faded email address was listed below it. In the moonlight. Nolan could see the road continued straight ahead between two outcroppings before dipping out of sight. No artificial lights or anything though. Nothing to set them off.

"Hey, E." Nolan whispered quietly into the two-way radio. "This is N. Do you copy?"

Still no response over the radio.
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