Shot To The Heart (or torso... whatever)
Mar. 14th, 2013 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notjustafaceThey didn't talk, deployment came before it came to that. And with another mission came another brush with death.
In Face's case, playing bait for a small terrorist cell holding some very important documents. Always the bait... and that always goes well.
"C'mon boys... any time now..." he mutters under his breath, twisting his wrist against the tight metal cuff linking him to a pipe he can't seem to budge. Best guess, he's got about ten minutes before the leader is back with a few of his goons and then the guns and well... that part's not so pretty.
There was a snag, there had to be a snag because there was always a snag. But really, any time the boys want to show up with a chopper or anything is just fine with him.
"Fuck this..." he groans, closing his eyes as he focuses everything he's got into bearing down on his fingers until they separate and he can pull free. "Son of a bitch... that fucking hurts..."
And the footsteps coming right toward him aren't exactly friendly sounding.
What seems like seconds later, he's curled up on the floor in his own blood waiting for the third shot. When it comes, it's not for him.
"Get me outta here guys."
In Face's case, playing bait for a small terrorist cell holding some very important documents. Always the bait... and that always goes well.
"C'mon boys... any time now..." he mutters under his breath, twisting his wrist against the tight metal cuff linking him to a pipe he can't seem to budge. Best guess, he's got about ten minutes before the leader is back with a few of his goons and then the guns and well... that part's not so pretty.
There was a snag, there had to be a snag because there was always a snag. But really, any time the boys want to show up with a chopper or anything is just fine with him.
"Fuck this..." he groans, closing his eyes as he focuses everything he's got into bearing down on his fingers until they separate and he can pull free. "Son of a bitch... that fucking hurts..."
And the footsteps coming right toward him aren't exactly friendly sounding.
What seems like seconds later, he's curled up on the floor in his own blood waiting for the third shot. When it comes, it's not for him.
"Get me outta here guys."
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Date: 2013-03-16 05:40 am (UTC)He doesn't know why it matters, but it does.
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Date: 2013-03-16 05:45 am (UTC)He looks down at the end of the bed. "Take care of him, Billy."