Gabriel Ryan is a genius (excentricity) wrote in olympianthreads, @ 2014-10-21 04:47:00 |
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Who The Rescue Team + Xander
Where Unspecified holding warehouse
What Rescue Mission
When HELLA backdated
Rating Low
Gabe was designated for sniping, so he made sure both Drea and Freddie were also equipped with magically enhanced guns to prevent the shots from ringing out. Though, the warehouse wasn’t as heavily guarded as he assumed it would be, he still went in thinking that this could be a trap. People would be looking for a student and they could be the suckers walking right into an ambush. He stayed on the top level of the warehouse, following Drea’s moves from below. He kept Freddie with him for the vantage point of throwing up some magical defenses in case they or Drea were attacked. He took out several isolated guys just out of Drea’s line of sight, allowing her to take care of the guys who she could easily sneak up on. All in all, the mission was going surprisingly well.
Stealth was kind of Drea’s thing -- if by “kind of” we actually meant “completely and totally.” She had remained fairly silent the entire trip there, listening only to what her priorities were, and the minute they landed she only took but a few brief moments to study the external layout of the warehouse. Then, she made her entrance. Quick and quiet were her two main objectives; while she appreciated in some small way the gun that Gabe had given her, she still preferred her fiber wire. She would get close enough to the targets Gabe couldn’t quite reach and take them out silently, typically falling on them from above or lunging from the shadows behind them. It wasn’t hard to kill. It never had been.
To no ones surprise, missions weren’t exactly Freddie’s forte but he was able and willing, which should count for something. Slacker status aside though, Freddie was actually pretty talented and genuinely good at what he did. Defensive had always come naturally to him, it was just the work aspect of school that he wasn’t so gifted at but he was talented enough to get a job, at least. Nervous was an understatement but Freddie was able to keep himself relatively calm, if a little uncharacteristically quiet. The gun he’d been given felt oddly heavy and out of place in his hand but he kept it close and kept up defensive barriers in front of everyone, relying more on those than the weapon. Freddie didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know if the kid would even be alive but hoped for the best as he watched from the vantage point with Gabe, making sure Drea was covered.
Callie hadn’t thought twice before jumping up and heading straight to Naomi’s office to be briefed on the mission. At heart, she’d probably always be an agent of the Organization. In the back of her mind, the fact that she could possibly (though however slim that possibility was) be pregnant flitted around like an annoying mosquito, but she pushed it aside in favor of the calm and collected exterior she brought to every mission. Piloting a helicopter was hardly a threat to her womb anyway and this was just an extraction. It would be fine. She guided the aircraft to the specified coordinates and landed just south of where the initial team had only a few hours before. Once on the ground, the group moved and Callie strapped a firearm to her waist and hopped out of the chopper, giving the perimeter a once over. She and Shanti were to stay back while the others went in, provide cover as needed and a quick getaway.
This was by far not Shanti’s first dance, so she wasn’t even nervous about the mission going smoothly; her only concern was what condition the student would be in when they found him, and she sincerely hoped that her services would actually be needed. She’d brought along an arsenal of triage equipment and supplies, everything from bandages, stitches, pain killers, and splints to a portable ventilator and defibrillator. She always hoped she wouldn’t have to use them, but it was better to be prepared for the worst. She didn’t say much at all except to give general instructions about the best way to get Xander out without injuring him further, depending on what outward ones he already had.
Once the room was clear, Gabe motioned for Freddie to follow him, climbing down to Drea’s level and pointing his rifle toward the ground. “There,” he said, pointing at a closed off room. “That’s likely where they’re keeping him, but be careful. They probably have an ambush waiting if it was this easy to get here…” He glanced at Freddie and nodded, signaling him to put some defenses up and bust the door down.
She didn’t hesitate; Drea lifted her leg and kicked the door as hard as her leg would physically allow. It swung open easier than she thought it would have, and she had only the slightest of glances at a man raising a gun before he went down, limp with a fresh bullet hole in his forehead. Drea moved past him quickly, ready for an onslaught waiting to attack them, take them down just when they thought they’d won and yet...there was no ambush.
The light streaming into the room barely registered for Xander, only just clinging onto the edge of consciousness, and he didn’t even move or show a reaction. Handcuffed securely to the same metal chair that he’d been sitting on for hours, with his wrists bleeding and raw, he was slumped forward with his head lolling because he was in too much pain to do anything else. His right eye was swollen shut and his face was covered in horrible bruises and cuts, and the blood from his nose and lip just made it look even worse. They had stripped him of his tactical gear a while back and his bare torso was severely bruised, with clear evidence of several broken ribs due to the amount of discolouration on his skin along with multiple lacerations across his upper body.
Freddie followed Gabe’s motion, his body tense with fear. He’d never been shot at, never been on the receiving end on anything more threatening than a punch. So being thrown into a mission so suddenly threw him for a loop, but he managed well enough. The gun barely shook as he raised it and trailed after Gabe and Drea, focusing and strengthening the barriers around them when told. The quick shot made him flinch, dropping focus from his shields for a moment before pushing his energy into them even more. Freddie had never seen a dead body and after staring at it a moment, scanned the room. Pointedly ignoring the slumped figure at that.
Gabe didn’t lower his gun until he’d scoped out the room to make sure that it was clear. He allowed Drea and Freddie to handle Xander so that he could watch the door. The ease of this mission was starting to make him uneasy. He lifted up his comm to speak to Shanti and Callie. “We’ve got him,” he told the women in the helicopter. “What’s the status outside?”
Callie was on high alert outside, her entire body was tense as a piano wire and she was ready to strike at the slightest bit of movement. Waiting wasn’t her favourite part about the whole thing, but there was really nothing else in the world like the adrenaline rush of a mission--no matter what her role happened to be.
Gabe’s voice came clearly through her earpiece and some of the tension released from her muscles. “We’re clear out here. No sign of hostiles or any threat. Ready to take off as soon as we rendezvous.”
The trip back to the helicopter was uneventful, which was a problem. Gabe had been so sure they were walking into a trap that he didn’t really know what to do with himself. As they left the warehouse and found civilian territory he did his best to casually carry a deathly wounded boy on his shoulders. Drea had been given a gun to protect them with, but she hadn’t needed it. None of them needed it and it was really overwhelmingly uncomfortable, even as they reached the helicopter and shuffled Xander on board.
“Shanti, take him from here. Callie, get us in the air. We need to get him back as soon as possible.”
When she saw them coming, Shanti was ready. The board was ready for them to load him on, she had her bandages and salves and pain killers ready and organized in lines her bag, so that when they got him inside, she was ready to go. She knelt beside him, her elbow braced on a seat, because she knew that she’d be unsteady when they took off.
“Xander, can you hear me?” she asked as she shined a light in his eye, looking for pupillary response. Her own eyes took in the sight before her, all the cuts and gashes and bruising. She’d definitely have to get him back to the island to do x-rays and scans to find out everything they’d done to him, but if nothing else, she could tell he was in a lot of pain. Probably too much pain for her to treat him just yet. Making a quick decision, she got out a vial of clear liquid and a syringe, drew some, and gave him a shot in a clear space on his upper arm to make him sleep until they got back and could tend to him properly. She did what she could, of course, using the flight back to take his vitals and make sure he was breathing alright (it wasn’t what she’d like, but he’d probably be alright for the moment), and to do a basic cleaning of some of the worst wounds so she could bandage him and stop the bleeding where it was still flowing. She and the rest of the nurses, who should have been on standby at the clinic, would definitely have their work cut out for them for the next day or so.