Who: Will Gorski and Kala Dandekar What: Will is kidnapped. Kala visits and helps him escape Where: A warehouse When: Recently Rating/Warning: Low Status: Complete
As far as calls went, Will thought that getting a call about heard gunshots was probably better than getting yet another call from zombies. Gunshots, at least, were normal.
The warehouse looked abandoned when he and his partner showed up, and he peered outside the passenger side window at it, looking to see if there was anything that he should be concerned about. From his seat, at least, it looked quiet, and once his partner turned off the engine of the car, it sounded quiet as well.
“Looks good to me,” his partner said, leaning over the center console to get a better look.
“We should still check it out,” Will said, frowning. He missed Judy. Half the time it seemed like Thompson was only in this job for the free coffee and doughnuts. Thompson gave a torturned sigh, but at least he unclipped his seat belt.
They made their way to the door, and Will pounded on it. After a few minutes, when there was no response, he said “I’ll go check around back.”
“I’m telling you man, this is a waste of time,” Thompson called after him, but Will was already making his way around the back of the building.
Will didn’t see who attacked him from the back. There was just a sudden pain in the back of his head, and then everything went dark.
Kala was in the middle of testing some samples when she suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of her head. Odd. She rubbed her head and got back to work. It didn’t occur to her that Will or Lito could be hurt. Though by now it should have.
A bit later she started to feel… off. It was like she was in some sort of haze. Kala took a seat trying to get the feeling to pass. However, when she sat down she was transported, in some sort of room with Will handcuffed to a chair.
Kala rushed over to him. “Will?!” she exclaimed the worry evident in her tone. “Will what’s going on? Where are you?” Probably too many questions but in Kala’s panicked state she wasn’t exactly thinking logically.
Will blinked, trying to clear some of the fog from his brain to answer Kala’s questions. There was a pounding in his head that made it difficult, but as he went to raise his hands to his temple he realized they were cuffed to the chair behind him. The fog cleared, at least as much as it was likely to, and he gave another tug on the cuffs.
“Shit,” he cursed, and suddenly he was in Kala’s lab. He rubbed his wrists, though they didn’t hurt now that he was away from them. He was back in the warehouse, and he looked around at the grey floor, the white walls, the empty room.
“I don’t know,” he answered after a moment. “My partner and I were checking out a disturbance…” he said, and remembered getting knocked out. “I think I’m in trouble,” he determined after a moment, scooching back in his chair a little. There was a bit of wire in his back pocket. If he could only reach it...
Kala looked around the room but there was nothing to give her any clue as to where Will was. It was just a room. Not that she would be able to see clues anyway. She wasn’t a detective. That was Will. Or well at least he was closer to being on than she was.
“Your head,” Kala commented noticing the cut on the left side of his forehead. She had no tools here, no way to stitch him up. But she could still do a few things to help him. “Will,” Kala said holding up a finger. “I need you to follow my finger,” she began to move it back and forth in front of his eyes, seeing if he could follow it. “I think you have a concussion.”
“That’s just what I need,” Will muttered, though that would sure explain why it felt like all his thoughts were swimming in some sort of soup. Finally, he managed to slip his fingers into his pocket, and managed to wiggle the wire out. He took a deep breath before pulling it the rest of the way out of his pocket - there’d be nothing he could do if he dropped it. But finally, he managed to palm it, turn it in his hand, and after a couple of attempts managed to free one hand. It didn’t take long for him to manage to get the other one loose.
Then he stood, too quickly apparently, because stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.
Kala couldn’t help but be relieved when Will managed to get himself out of the cuffs. But there was still the matter of getting him out of the room. A room where Kala had no idea where it was. How to find him. And Will wasn’t exactly in fighting condition.
She wrapped an arm around him to help him walk. Even though she wasn’t really there it still helped to keep him steady. “Come on, Will. You can do this.” She knew she had to keep talking to him. Had to keep him awake.
Will leaned on Kala, glad for the support and deciding not to think too hard on the fact that she wasn’t actually there. She felt there, and that was what mattered. He peered around the room, glad that it was dark and cool and therefore didn’t hurt his head too much.
“There,” he said, nodding toward a door on the far side of the large warehouse room. He made his way there, and tried the door, trying to shoulder it open but it was stuck shut. He didn’t see a door handle. It must have been barricaded shut from the other side.
Kala made her own attempt at the door. Only she put pressure on the hinge instead of the center of the door. It took some time but eventually in budged. Kala smiled at Will triumphantly. “Come on,” she told him. “You can do this.”
Will cursed. He didn’t have a weapon, and he could hardly think straight. He didn’t know what those guys would do if they found him free of his cuffs and walking around, but he didn’t think it would be good. Near the door where the man was approaching from was a large metal shelf, and Will went to the side far from the door and heaved as hard as he could. The shelf teetered, and then across the closed door. He didn’t think it would hold for long, especially not with the loud exclamations from the men on the other side, but it would buy him time.
He looked around. There was a window, a little high for him to reach but if could pile some stuff under it he might be able to climb through. Except for the fact that the window was made of a thick plastic, designed more to let light through than to be able to see out of, and he didn’t think he’d be able to break through. Boxes of chemicals he didn’t recognize, and a box cutter which would have to make due as a weapon if he couldn’t find a way out.
Kala spotted the chemicals the second Will did. She made her way over to them. Ah. She knew exactly what to do. Kala mixed a few together and threw them at the window. The plastic melted. Leaving enough space for Will to climb through. “Will!” she called out keeping him conscious. “You need to climb through there.”
“Thanks,” he told her, pushing some stuff in front of the window. He climbed up, and looked down at the ground below. It was a bit of a drop, and he hoped he wouldn’t hurt himself with the jump, but the shelf shifted with the sound of metal on concrete. He took a breath, pulled himself through the window, and after hanging by his fingertips, he let go.
A jolt of pain ran through his legs as they connected with the ground below, but he didn’t think he’d hurt himself so much as jarred his body. He didn’t give himself time to shake it off, and instead booked it down the street, first making a mental note of where he’d been taken. He’d be back, with back-up, and hopefully soon he’d have all of them behind bars.