Operation: Apalachin - Log 9
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xp_logsNorth is rescued and escape is made.
At some point, the small building must have had a different purpose but for now, it was just a shell used for storage with the small pool in the corner. Hammerhead was no Bond villain. The apparatus suspending North in the water head down was just an old gurney wielded to a hinged brace so it could be pivoted up and down. Leather restraints held North's arms, legs and most importantly, forehead so there was no way for him to try and get his head up for a breath. Both guards attending him had left moments before, joining the desperate fight outside or running away with the others.
It was loud inside, thin walls doing nothing to block out the utter chaos outside, but all Felicia could hear as she burst through the door was a loud buzzing noise in her head and the high creak of metal as North gently swayed in the last of the pool’s waves.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” she repeated as she released the catch, the weight plunging North further down before she leveraged herself and pulled him back, tipping his torso and head out of water. “Don’t you fucking dare you absolute mother fucking-“
Her hands fumbled with the buckle at his throat first, something about it making her hands shake so hard the prong chimed against the bar of it as she continued to swear. It finally came free, the leather leaving marks where she pulled it aside, and she bent her ear down to his lips, listening briefly, before releasing his chest strap as well, easier this time.
CPR was probably not her forte. She took the mandatory classes, everyone did, but she didn’t ever want to use it, and as Felicia started compressions, she could only feel entirely inadequate. “Come on, darling. Please. I know we joked that you’d die first but not like this. We can go back to being fuck buddies. At least let me yell at you, say goodbye.”
“David!” she screamed, slamming her fists into his chest.
The man did not stir, colour long drained from his face, save for the bruises left behind by the too-tight straps. Yet warmth seemed to bloom from beneath her hands, noticeable even with his wet shirt. She shivered at the temperature change and drew back, already debating, lip drawn between teeth. Her fist drew back before she could over think it.
“Love you idiot.”
It came down square on his heart, a lucky shot, and he gasped a breath.
Wanda and Kevin entered the room at the same moment as the hit to the chest and a gasp of air. For a second, she froze, eyes darting around the room from the abandoned gurney with restraints to the water and, finally, to David and Felicia on the floor. It was a second of hesitation but her brain snapped together the information and she muttered something under her breath that could have been a curse, a prayer, or both. Wanda looked over at Kevin and then they were moving towards the two.
"I go on one undercover mission for a few months," Wanda said, dropping a hand on Felicia's shoulder to squeeze it, trying to impart what she could in that moment of connection, "and look at what happens." David's pulse wasn't steady but he was breathing. She dropped to her knees so she could swing one of his arms over her shoulder.
"Fi, I have this side, get his other arm, love. We don't have long. Kevin will take point, we'll carry David." Despite her calm words as they hoisted him up, there was fury and steel in her eyes. "If anyone is foolish enough to try and stop us from leaving, I will make them regret that decision."
At some point, the small building must have had a different purpose but for now, it was just a shell used for storage with the small pool in the corner. Hammerhead was no Bond villain. The apparatus suspending North in the water head down was just an old gurney wielded to a hinged brace so it could be pivoted up and down. Leather restraints held North's arms, legs and most importantly, forehead so there was no way for him to try and get his head up for a breath. Both guards attending him had left moments before, joining the desperate fight outside or running away with the others.
It was loud inside, thin walls doing nothing to block out the utter chaos outside, but all Felicia could hear as she burst through the door was a loud buzzing noise in her head and the high creak of metal as North gently swayed in the last of the pool’s waves.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” she repeated as she released the catch, the weight plunging North further down before she leveraged herself and pulled him back, tipping his torso and head out of water. “Don’t you fucking dare you absolute mother fucking-“
Her hands fumbled with the buckle at his throat first, something about it making her hands shake so hard the prong chimed against the bar of it as she continued to swear. It finally came free, the leather leaving marks where she pulled it aside, and she bent her ear down to his lips, listening briefly, before releasing his chest strap as well, easier this time.
CPR was probably not her forte. She took the mandatory classes, everyone did, but she didn’t ever want to use it, and as Felicia started compressions, she could only feel entirely inadequate. “Come on, darling. Please. I know we joked that you’d die first but not like this. We can go back to being fuck buddies. At least let me yell at you, say goodbye.”
“David!” she screamed, slamming her fists into his chest.
The man did not stir, colour long drained from his face, save for the bruises left behind by the too-tight straps. Yet warmth seemed to bloom from beneath her hands, noticeable even with his wet shirt. She shivered at the temperature change and drew back, already debating, lip drawn between teeth. Her fist drew back before she could over think it.
“Love you idiot.”
It came down square on his heart, a lucky shot, and he gasped a breath.
Wanda and Kevin entered the room at the same moment as the hit to the chest and a gasp of air. For a second, she froze, eyes darting around the room from the abandoned gurney with restraints to the water and, finally, to David and Felicia on the floor. It was a second of hesitation but her brain snapped together the information and she muttered something under her breath that could have been a curse, a prayer, or both. Wanda looked over at Kevin and then they were moving towards the two.
"I go on one undercover mission for a few months," Wanda said, dropping a hand on Felicia's shoulder to squeeze it, trying to impart what she could in that moment of connection, "and look at what happens." David's pulse wasn't steady but he was breathing. She dropped to her knees so she could swing one of his arms over her shoulder.
"Fi, I have this side, get his other arm, love. We don't have long. Kevin will take point, we'll carry David." Despite her calm words as they hoisted him up, there was fury and steel in her eyes. "If anyone is foolish enough to try and stop us from leaving, I will make them regret that decision."
