Zan Zar Zameen: Call to Arms
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xp_logsSlavers, madrasah, and mutants clash in a desperate fight to save the camp and hospital.
The thump of feet against the dirt, the chants of his followers, and the sound of blood rushing in his ears. This was power for Abdul Sabur Taraki. He'd studied the passages over and over; preached a thousand times on the rightuousness of his cause. And now, he was going to have the chance to prove it. He never considered serving as a failed martyr, with explosives carelessly strapped to his body, and he was elated to discover that marching on the camp, he didn't fear death. The was his duty to God, and it wiped away all doubt.
He smiled at the young mutants around him, who had spent so long in his teaching, and even the new one, little Sooraya, who had been divinely guided to him for this moment. Only the American was out of place; a godless man, but one who served His purpose unknowingly, like the Magneto. The rough men, armed with machineguns displeased him; fools chasing wealth through the human trade. He needed them for now, but he would never trust such creatures. Turkmen and Ubzerk tribesmen of the lowest kind. Faugh!
Riding the emotion, he lifted his voice to the heavens again.
It had started. Sooraya looked around with wide eyes at the other students, who seemed to be stirring to some unspoken purpose as the sounds of voices swelled around them. Her fingers plucked nervously at her sleeves as she searched the crowd for John; the only familiar face that she knew.
They had sent word out to Kane. John could only hope that the man had received it in time. He stepped forward, moving to stand next to Sooraya. He gave her a slight shake of his head, indicating that he had not spotted the rest. "Stay close," he whispered. For now, they were going to have to stick to their plan. Hopefully, it would buy them some time.
***
For the first time since arriving, Tabitha and Tommy got to witness a look other than determination on Doctor Watt's face. Her rawboned features went slack and pale in shock as the local intern spoke urgently to her. Neither of them knew the language, but the urgency was plain, as was the grim fear in her eyes as she turned back to them.
"I-uh," she paused for a deep breath. "Mohammed says that the madrasah is coming, and they claim they are going to destroy the hospital and everyone in it. We know there are mutants in that school, and he's says they have guns and--"
She stopped, taking a moment in the stunned silence. "There are thirty-five patients in this camp, not counting volunteers and doctors. There's no way to just run without leaving them. The Mountie, Kane, he said that you are a mutant too, like Tommy. Is there anything you can do?"
Tabitha wiped sweaty hands on her jeans before she pulled the sleeves of her shirt down. "Maybe, but it would probably be a good idea to evacuate any of the patients who can move." She unwound the scarf from her head, it would only get in the way now. "Congregate the ones who shouldn't move far with the ones who can't move at all. Barricade as much as you can." She cracked her knuckles. "And hold on to your pants."
Doctor Watts looked pale, but finally nodded. "I will get them out of your way, at least. Good luck." She hurried off, leaving Tommy and Tabitha standing there.
***
Taraki turned to John as the hospital camp came into sight, in front of the refugee camp. He could have chosen one of his energy casters, or one of the armed men that Markov had sent, but it only seemed appropriate to give the honour to his visitor. An Unbeliever to be sure, but also the close follower of a man who had achieved what he only dreamed of so far. "John, we are in range now. Make them burn." His eyes were feverish. "Make them all burn!"
Tendrils of fire swirled around the mutant's wrist. John nodded once at the order and immediately sent forth a large ball of fire. It split itself into two, curving upwards as it reached within range of the targets, blocking them out of Taraki's view. He wasn't burning anyone as he'd lowered the heat of the flames but he didn't think it would be long before they realized just what he was doing.
Do not panic, do not panic... Repeating the simple mantra to herself, Sooraya held her breath and watched as the licking flames obscured most of the tents and trucks from view. Though she trusted John not to harm anyone if he could help it, she was aware of the unpredictable nature of the fire he controlled. Though she didn't want to leave his side and lose the only familiar face in the crowd she stood ready to do as they had discussed; it was more important to help the innocent victims than to ensure her own safety at this point.
Supercharging the plasma within the flames, John set fire to a few of the trucks, letting it explode in a cloud of black smoke and flying debris, careful to keep the explosions out of harm's way, only needing it for effect at this point. He kept his main focus on the fiery blaze ahead of him, manipulating the flames in an effort to make it seem believable; real.
The convected heat from the burning trucks was a sure sign that John wasn't controlling the fire in the vicinity of that area though and he could only hope that none of the suicide bombers were interested in sacrificing themselves in that direction. Were the refugees escaping? Were they safe? He couldn't see a damn thing past the fire he'd created.
"Forward!" Taraki called, pushing his men past him. The first crackle of energy casters mixed with the coughs from the machine guns. In moments, they would be on the hospital, ready to slaughter everyone inside.
Out of the corner of her eye Sooraya noticed a tall, licking flame from one of the tents near the trucks rear up as if getting ready to make the leap from fabric to fabric. Almost instinctively she shifted, her dark burqa fluttering to the ground as a cloud of sand rushed for the flame, covering it, dousing it. Her senses scattered and split, the girl cast herself towards the next flame, then the next, protecting the camp the only way she knew how. But sand couldn't stop the bullets... or could it?
***
Tabitha threw bomb after bomb into the oncoming crowd of crazies. They skittered across the ground beneath feet, never settling but waiting for her cue. She continued to produce more, even as she began to count down from ten.
Every single flash-bang bomb went off at the same time.
Her efforts slowed the men coming forward, leaving many of them to drop their weapons and claw at their eyes with the violent explosion of light and sound. Taraki urged his mutants foward, and the crackle of energy projection because to fill the air. Tabitha hoped that Tommy was using his powers to change the tent walls into something stronger than canvas to offer some additional protection, because she wasn't going to hold out much longer. Too many men, too many mutants, too few of her.
She popped out a dozen more powerful bombs, setting them off as fast as she could count. She growled in frustration, they were gaining too much ground. Stupid counting. She tossed them out as fast as she could make them.
If only they'd just explode.
BOOM!!
She stopped to gape.
Well, that was new.
'Watching' Tabitha had given Sooraya an idea; she didn't want to hurt Taraki and his mob, no matter how violent or evil they might be, but neither did she want them advancing any further towards the camp. She wasn't even sure if it would work, but as the violence built to a fever pitch around them she swirled about, gathering up excess dust and dirt and sand from the ground and spinning faster. It was effectively a mini-sandstorm, right at the line of the gunmen and mutants at the front, and she hoped that it would be enough to obscure their view and maybe even drive them back while the others thought of a plan to stop them. At least, she hoped they would think of a plan.
***
Just as the two forces came together, there was a loud cry that cut through the noise; one that the people from the mansion recognized as being telepathicly enhanced. What no one really knew was what tribe or group used 'GO LEAFS!' as a war cry. There was the thud of hooves, beating against the hard ground, as Garrison and Jono came into view, moving at a dead gallop towards the fight on a pair of horses.
The pyrokinetic mutant was holding some of the attackers back; having built a wall of fire between the refugee camp and Taraki's men. He caught sight of Kane and Jono, and started to glance around in a state of panic, realizing that he'd lost sight of Sooraya.
Jono held onto the neck of the horse for dear life. He'd ridden before, though never this fast. The horse was smart, though, and followed Garrison's mount at a roaring gallop directly into danger.
"Remind me again why I agreed to come along for this?" Jono telepathically 'shouted' to Garrison. "I'm not exactly one of your leather-clad brawlers, you might have noticed!"
"Because we don't have a choice?" Kane yelled back, as they closed with the group. He could see Tabitha holding the line against the men, and just a glimpse of John in with the madrasah troops. "Get off and make sure that Monet and Paige are alright! They might need help!"
Kane jumped from the horse as Jono sped past, hitting the ground at the same speed as the animal. He skidded to a stop beside an abandoned jeep, and with disturbing ease, lifted it into the air and flung it in the space between Tabitha and the advancing gunmen. The luridly coloured blasts obviously had to be mutant in origin, and he angled towards them, waving the other former X-Men to follow.
John wasn't exactly opposed to killing these men right off but he was supposed to be one of the good guys and the good guys only ever resorted to mad violence whenever they were pushed too far. So he kept building up the shield, increasing the heat to ward off the attackers. He was fast losing his patience though. It would be so much easier to incinerate...
Kane burst through the first line of men like a bull shrugging off fleas. His enhanced speed and strength combined for devestating effect, buying him enough time to draw pressure off of Tabitha for a moment. He ripped a piece of the crumpled jeep off, using it to parry a blast and throwing it right back at the caster, knocking him cold.
"Tabitha! I need these people knocked flat now!" He yelled over the combat at Tabitha, and motioned back John from where he stood.
Tabs nodded, even as she built a large bomb between her hands. She stuffed as much oxygen into it as she could. She ran forward to toss it into the fray with a short count-down. She ducked, but the impact of the blast still knocked her off her feet
Oops.
***
The sounds of the battle outside the camp all but masked the concussive sound of the explosion at the rear, but the sounds of the screams had marked it clearly. Someone had attacked the rear of the camp, and were tearing through the tents there to reach the refugees. Nothing but the direction of the attack was clear, fortunately though, that was all Paige and Monet needed at that exact moment, as the first armed men came into sight.
"Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfucking fuck! I'm going to kill that bastard mountie for this. I swear to God, we get home, he dies." Monet shot into the air to get a better look at what was going on over the chaos surrounding them. Someone shot at her and something thudded into her stomach, more whistling around her as she dropped back to the ground. That's going to bruise. "Paige! There's lots of them. More than us. Lots more. We've got to get out of here. Out. Now."
Bana ran past screaming, as the staccato sounds of gunfire tore around them; punching holes in tents and tearing up fountains of sand. There had to be at least ten men, already starting to pick out victims. If they left, the slavers would have no opposition taking whomever they chose to.
Jono's horse leaped over a collapsed tent by Monet, and Jono half-slid, half-fell out of the saddle to drop flat into a nearby ditch. "Bloody hell," he shouted, "If I still had lungs, that'd have knocked the wind right out of them. Where's Paige?"
Monet shook her head frantically. "Over-" There was a flash of light as a psi-bolt hit her with a noise that rang in her head with a clangangangang. "Oooh." She swayed and picked up a rock and hurled it back in the general direction the bolt had come from. "Paige is over there. I think she's trying to be heroic or something. We need to get her out of here." She whirled and brained a man with a gun running past and pulled the weapon out of his hands, to point it at the man he was with. "Drop it, mate."
"Paige!" Jono bellowed, psionically 'loud' enough to resound over the chaos. He leaped atop a rock to try and catch a sight of Paige in the melee when he saw something else moving from the camp.
"Oh bugger me sideways..." he groaned as he saw the Jeep tear out from under a tarpaulin, a large machine gun mounted in the back, headed directly for Kane and Tabitha, both looking the other way. Jono might not have been an X-Man, but he knew the only thing he could do. "Monet," he said sharply, "duck!
With both hands, he pulled the leather wrappings away from his chest and face, letting the psionic energy within him burn free, and for a second was reminded of a quote from a movie he'd seen once: "The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long, and you have burned so very bright..."
Arching his back, Jono let himself burn, blasting a beam of pure psionic energy right out at the Jeep, watching it explode into a smoking fireball.
Monet dropped to the ground, landing on her hands and knees and smacked the man she'd had the gun trained on in the knees. Something cracked and he fell, screaming. Wow. Jono make shiny lights...
***
Kane got to his feet slowly, shaking his head and trying to clear his head from the ringing. Tabitha's bomb had flattened everyone with the concussive wave, friend and foe alike. He stumbled over, kicking weapons away from outstretched hands and pulled John to his feet. He smacked the younger man lightly, until John's eyes opened, and carefully mouthed Sooraya's name. After a second, John pointed, to where Sooraya had reformed safely by Tabitha. Sighing with relief, Garrison waded back into the crowd until he found Taraki, and bound the man's hands and feet with plastic fasteners that he usually kept with him.
After a few minutes, Jono, Paige and Monet appeared, the latter twisting guns into a large ball of metal which she casually lobbed into a scrap heap. Even Tommy made an appearance, to wave for a second from the tent before ducking back in. Slowly, the roar in his ears subsided and Kane was able to hear.
"Is everyone alright?" He was met by nods, shrugs and at least two scowls, but that was only reassurance that no one had been seriously hurt. The hospital was abuzz, pulling in slavers and refugees alike that had been wounded in the scuffle. Natasha Romanova made her reappearance as Kane turned back to Taraki, questioning the man with great intensity. Garrison stayed quiet, waiting for her to finish. In an odd way, he felt he could trust her.
"He is mostly insensible, Inspector." Natasha said, a touch of amusement in her voice. "But he claims his files are at the school, along with the identity of the third man in this. Do you think it is worth following up?" The last statement wasn't really a question, as Garrison turned to the others.
"Paige, I know that Dr Watts could use another trained person in the hospital to help. Take Monet and Sooraya with you. Jono, you, Tabitha and john, whenever he can hear again, are coming with me. It's time to end this."
The thump of feet against the dirt, the chants of his followers, and the sound of blood rushing in his ears. This was power for Abdul Sabur Taraki. He'd studied the passages over and over; preached a thousand times on the rightuousness of his cause. And now, he was going to have the chance to prove it. He never considered serving as a failed martyr, with explosives carelessly strapped to his body, and he was elated to discover that marching on the camp, he didn't fear death. The was his duty to God, and it wiped away all doubt.
He smiled at the young mutants around him, who had spent so long in his teaching, and even the new one, little Sooraya, who had been divinely guided to him for this moment. Only the American was out of place; a godless man, but one who served His purpose unknowingly, like the Magneto. The rough men, armed with machineguns displeased him; fools chasing wealth through the human trade. He needed them for now, but he would never trust such creatures. Turkmen and Ubzerk tribesmen of the lowest kind. Faugh!
Riding the emotion, he lifted his voice to the heavens again.
It had started. Sooraya looked around with wide eyes at the other students, who seemed to be stirring to some unspoken purpose as the sounds of voices swelled around them. Her fingers plucked nervously at her sleeves as she searched the crowd for John; the only familiar face that she knew.
They had sent word out to Kane. John could only hope that the man had received it in time. He stepped forward, moving to stand next to Sooraya. He gave her a slight shake of his head, indicating that he had not spotted the rest. "Stay close," he whispered. For now, they were going to have to stick to their plan. Hopefully, it would buy them some time.
***
For the first time since arriving, Tabitha and Tommy got to witness a look other than determination on Doctor Watt's face. Her rawboned features went slack and pale in shock as the local intern spoke urgently to her. Neither of them knew the language, but the urgency was plain, as was the grim fear in her eyes as she turned back to them.
"I-uh," she paused for a deep breath. "Mohammed says that the madrasah is coming, and they claim they are going to destroy the hospital and everyone in it. We know there are mutants in that school, and he's says they have guns and--"
She stopped, taking a moment in the stunned silence. "There are thirty-five patients in this camp, not counting volunteers and doctors. There's no way to just run without leaving them. The Mountie, Kane, he said that you are a mutant too, like Tommy. Is there anything you can do?"
Tabitha wiped sweaty hands on her jeans before she pulled the sleeves of her shirt down. "Maybe, but it would probably be a good idea to evacuate any of the patients who can move." She unwound the scarf from her head, it would only get in the way now. "Congregate the ones who shouldn't move far with the ones who can't move at all. Barricade as much as you can." She cracked her knuckles. "And hold on to your pants."
Doctor Watts looked pale, but finally nodded. "I will get them out of your way, at least. Good luck." She hurried off, leaving Tommy and Tabitha standing there.
***
Taraki turned to John as the hospital camp came into sight, in front of the refugee camp. He could have chosen one of his energy casters, or one of the armed men that Markov had sent, but it only seemed appropriate to give the honour to his visitor. An Unbeliever to be sure, but also the close follower of a man who had achieved what he only dreamed of so far. "John, we are in range now. Make them burn." His eyes were feverish. "Make them all burn!"
Tendrils of fire swirled around the mutant's wrist. John nodded once at the order and immediately sent forth a large ball of fire. It split itself into two, curving upwards as it reached within range of the targets, blocking them out of Taraki's view. He wasn't burning anyone as he'd lowered the heat of the flames but he didn't think it would be long before they realized just what he was doing.
Do not panic, do not panic... Repeating the simple mantra to herself, Sooraya held her breath and watched as the licking flames obscured most of the tents and trucks from view. Though she trusted John not to harm anyone if he could help it, she was aware of the unpredictable nature of the fire he controlled. Though she didn't want to leave his side and lose the only familiar face in the crowd she stood ready to do as they had discussed; it was more important to help the innocent victims than to ensure her own safety at this point.
Supercharging the plasma within the flames, John set fire to a few of the trucks, letting it explode in a cloud of black smoke and flying debris, careful to keep the explosions out of harm's way, only needing it for effect at this point. He kept his main focus on the fiery blaze ahead of him, manipulating the flames in an effort to make it seem believable; real.
The convected heat from the burning trucks was a sure sign that John wasn't controlling the fire in the vicinity of that area though and he could only hope that none of the suicide bombers were interested in sacrificing themselves in that direction. Were the refugees escaping? Were they safe? He couldn't see a damn thing past the fire he'd created.
"Forward!" Taraki called, pushing his men past him. The first crackle of energy casters mixed with the coughs from the machine guns. In moments, they would be on the hospital, ready to slaughter everyone inside.
Out of the corner of her eye Sooraya noticed a tall, licking flame from one of the tents near the trucks rear up as if getting ready to make the leap from fabric to fabric. Almost instinctively she shifted, her dark burqa fluttering to the ground as a cloud of sand rushed for the flame, covering it, dousing it. Her senses scattered and split, the girl cast herself towards the next flame, then the next, protecting the camp the only way she knew how. But sand couldn't stop the bullets... or could it?
***
Tabitha threw bomb after bomb into the oncoming crowd of crazies. They skittered across the ground beneath feet, never settling but waiting for her cue. She continued to produce more, even as she began to count down from ten.
Every single flash-bang bomb went off at the same time.
Her efforts slowed the men coming forward, leaving many of them to drop their weapons and claw at their eyes with the violent explosion of light and sound. Taraki urged his mutants foward, and the crackle of energy projection because to fill the air. Tabitha hoped that Tommy was using his powers to change the tent walls into something stronger than canvas to offer some additional protection, because she wasn't going to hold out much longer. Too many men, too many mutants, too few of her.
She popped out a dozen more powerful bombs, setting them off as fast as she could count. She growled in frustration, they were gaining too much ground. Stupid counting. She tossed them out as fast as she could make them.
If only they'd just explode.
BOOM!!
She stopped to gape.
Well, that was new.
'Watching' Tabitha had given Sooraya an idea; she didn't want to hurt Taraki and his mob, no matter how violent or evil they might be, but neither did she want them advancing any further towards the camp. She wasn't even sure if it would work, but as the violence built to a fever pitch around them she swirled about, gathering up excess dust and dirt and sand from the ground and spinning faster. It was effectively a mini-sandstorm, right at the line of the gunmen and mutants at the front, and she hoped that it would be enough to obscure their view and maybe even drive them back while the others thought of a plan to stop them. At least, she hoped they would think of a plan.
***
Just as the two forces came together, there was a loud cry that cut through the noise; one that the people from the mansion recognized as being telepathicly enhanced. What no one really knew was what tribe or group used 'GO LEAFS!' as a war cry. There was the thud of hooves, beating against the hard ground, as Garrison and Jono came into view, moving at a dead gallop towards the fight on a pair of horses.
The pyrokinetic mutant was holding some of the attackers back; having built a wall of fire between the refugee camp and Taraki's men. He caught sight of Kane and Jono, and started to glance around in a state of panic, realizing that he'd lost sight of Sooraya.
Jono held onto the neck of the horse for dear life. He'd ridden before, though never this fast. The horse was smart, though, and followed Garrison's mount at a roaring gallop directly into danger.
"Remind me again why I agreed to come along for this?" Jono telepathically 'shouted' to Garrison. "I'm not exactly one of your leather-clad brawlers, you might have noticed!"
"Because we don't have a choice?" Kane yelled back, as they closed with the group. He could see Tabitha holding the line against the men, and just a glimpse of John in with the madrasah troops. "Get off and make sure that Monet and Paige are alright! They might need help!"
Kane jumped from the horse as Jono sped past, hitting the ground at the same speed as the animal. He skidded to a stop beside an abandoned jeep, and with disturbing ease, lifted it into the air and flung it in the space between Tabitha and the advancing gunmen. The luridly coloured blasts obviously had to be mutant in origin, and he angled towards them, waving the other former X-Men to follow.
John wasn't exactly opposed to killing these men right off but he was supposed to be one of the good guys and the good guys only ever resorted to mad violence whenever they were pushed too far. So he kept building up the shield, increasing the heat to ward off the attackers. He was fast losing his patience though. It would be so much easier to incinerate...
Kane burst through the first line of men like a bull shrugging off fleas. His enhanced speed and strength combined for devestating effect, buying him enough time to draw pressure off of Tabitha for a moment. He ripped a piece of the crumpled jeep off, using it to parry a blast and throwing it right back at the caster, knocking him cold.
"Tabitha! I need these people knocked flat now!" He yelled over the combat at Tabitha, and motioned back John from where he stood.
Tabs nodded, even as she built a large bomb between her hands. She stuffed as much oxygen into it as she could. She ran forward to toss it into the fray with a short count-down. She ducked, but the impact of the blast still knocked her off her feet
Oops.
***
The sounds of the battle outside the camp all but masked the concussive sound of the explosion at the rear, but the sounds of the screams had marked it clearly. Someone had attacked the rear of the camp, and were tearing through the tents there to reach the refugees. Nothing but the direction of the attack was clear, fortunately though, that was all Paige and Monet needed at that exact moment, as the first armed men came into sight.
"Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfucking fuck! I'm going to kill that bastard mountie for this. I swear to God, we get home, he dies." Monet shot into the air to get a better look at what was going on over the chaos surrounding them. Someone shot at her and something thudded into her stomach, more whistling around her as she dropped back to the ground. That's going to bruise. "Paige! There's lots of them. More than us. Lots more. We've got to get out of here. Out. Now."
Bana ran past screaming, as the staccato sounds of gunfire tore around them; punching holes in tents and tearing up fountains of sand. There had to be at least ten men, already starting to pick out victims. If they left, the slavers would have no opposition taking whomever they chose to.
Jono's horse leaped over a collapsed tent by Monet, and Jono half-slid, half-fell out of the saddle to drop flat into a nearby ditch. "Bloody hell," he shouted, "If I still had lungs, that'd have knocked the wind right out of them. Where's Paige?"
Monet shook her head frantically. "Over-" There was a flash of light as a psi-bolt hit her with a noise that rang in her head with a clangangangang. "Oooh." She swayed and picked up a rock and hurled it back in the general direction the bolt had come from. "Paige is over there. I think she's trying to be heroic or something. We need to get her out of here." She whirled and brained a man with a gun running past and pulled the weapon out of his hands, to point it at the man he was with. "Drop it, mate."
"Paige!" Jono bellowed, psionically 'loud' enough to resound over the chaos. He leaped atop a rock to try and catch a sight of Paige in the melee when he saw something else moving from the camp.
"Oh bugger me sideways..." he groaned as he saw the Jeep tear out from under a tarpaulin, a large machine gun mounted in the back, headed directly for Kane and Tabitha, both looking the other way. Jono might not have been an X-Man, but he knew the only thing he could do. "Monet," he said sharply, "duck!
With both hands, he pulled the leather wrappings away from his chest and face, letting the psionic energy within him burn free, and for a second was reminded of a quote from a movie he'd seen once: "The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long, and you have burned so very bright..."
Arching his back, Jono let himself burn, blasting a beam of pure psionic energy right out at the Jeep, watching it explode into a smoking fireball.
Monet dropped to the ground, landing on her hands and knees and smacked the man she'd had the gun trained on in the knees. Something cracked and he fell, screaming. Wow. Jono make shiny lights...
***
Kane got to his feet slowly, shaking his head and trying to clear his head from the ringing. Tabitha's bomb had flattened everyone with the concussive wave, friend and foe alike. He stumbled over, kicking weapons away from outstretched hands and pulled John to his feet. He smacked the younger man lightly, until John's eyes opened, and carefully mouthed Sooraya's name. After a second, John pointed, to where Sooraya had reformed safely by Tabitha. Sighing with relief, Garrison waded back into the crowd until he found Taraki, and bound the man's hands and feet with plastic fasteners that he usually kept with him.
After a few minutes, Jono, Paige and Monet appeared, the latter twisting guns into a large ball of metal which she casually lobbed into a scrap heap. Even Tommy made an appearance, to wave for a second from the tent before ducking back in. Slowly, the roar in his ears subsided and Kane was able to hear.
"Is everyone alright?" He was met by nods, shrugs and at least two scowls, but that was only reassurance that no one had been seriously hurt. The hospital was abuzz, pulling in slavers and refugees alike that had been wounded in the scuffle. Natasha Romanova made her reappearance as Kane turned back to Taraki, questioning the man with great intensity. Garrison stayed quiet, waiting for her to finish. In an odd way, he felt he could trust her.
"He is mostly insensible, Inspector." Natasha said, a touch of amusement in her voice. "But he claims his files are at the school, along with the identity of the third man in this. Do you think it is worth following up?" The last statement wasn't really a question, as Garrison turned to the others.
"Paige, I know that Dr Watts could use another trained person in the hospital to help. Take Monet and Sooraya with you. Jono, you, Tabitha and john, whenever he can hear again, are coming with me. It's time to end this."
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Date: 2007-09-11 05:43 pm (UTC)*hees* Bladerunner quote for the win!
Great job, guys. I saved these logs for lunch and I'm glad I did - I could give them the attention they deserved. :)