The Major is so done with your shit. (origami_cranes) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-02-22 21:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, canaan, motoko kusanagi |
Who: Motoko and Canaan
What: More adventures against Cerberus
When: 2/22/2014
Where: the Alps
Status: complete
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: blood and gunshots!
It had been five days since their vacation had been so rudely interrupted by Cerberus, and they were still on the run. The shelter they’d built had only been temporary, and after Canaan had recovered enough heat to move on, they had.
Luck had been on their side when they’d found an abandoned cabin the next day. It was still stocked with a few survival items and Canaan was relieved to find a warm pair of socks and a ratty pair of boots among the things left behind. She was still in danger of freezing to death, but they were able to keep food in their stomachs and a roof over their head for a little while.
They’d been flushed out of there two days later, however, and now their target was to try and survive to the next town. If they could just get that far, Motoko was certain they could access wifi or at least make a phone call for an extraction.
Canaan could see the outskirts of the town through the trees when the sound of Choppers once again filled the air. She glanced at Motoko, “If we go there we put them all in danger. But we might not survive this otherwise.”
“They were stupid enough to attack a resort but I doubt they want the publicity of attacking a town. We might earn enough time to call for help.” She looked at Canaan. “You can’t survive much longer out here.” She was already worried about her toes.
It was a truth that they both were aware of, and Canaan didn't argue. She only nodded her head, and kept on marching towards the town, "If they're stupid enough to chase us there, we can pick them off and hopefully the townspeople will be safe."
She could still feel her toes and her fingers, though they ached from the cold. Canaan was hoping that was a good sign. She'd be more worried if they couldn't be felt at all.
Motoko started to move a little faster, then she turned and picked Canaan up and ran. Men on snowmobiles burst out of the forest behind them. Chasing a naked woman and a mostly naked woman through the snow. It was like something out of a bad parody.
It was certainly something that the townsfolk nearby were going to be talking about for years. It was a sleepy little town, and it was about to get more action than it normally got, even during tourist season.
They weren't close enough to it yet, but Canaan thought they probably would be soon, the way Motoko was running. With a resigned sigh, she pulled her gun out again and pulled the clip to count the ammunition, "Four bullets left."
Not enough to make potshots at people until they could get a little more stationary. Even with her powers kicked in. Her eyes started to glow, regardless; it was a very good idea to be able to see through the trees and spot them, "They have backup chasing behind them... about four more or so."
“I’m going to stash you somewhere,” Motoko said. “You need to find a means of communication, and I’m going to show them guerilla warfare.”
Canaan didn't like that idea. She didn't want to be separated from Motoko. Usually when they split up is when things tended to go bad for them.
But in this case she was right, and though Canaan looked like she was about to argue with her lover, she nodded her head instead.
"Fine. I'll try and radio in for someone," She replied, somewhat begrudgingly. Motoko would need room to maneuver anyway and she couldn't do that if she was trying to make sure Canaan didn't freeze.
Things probably would go badly but they didn’t have much of a choice. She located a building and broke in, kissing Canaan. There was some clothing here, which should help. “Good luck. Meet me at the treeline to the north once you’ve radioed.”
"I'll be there," Canaan promised. She kissed the promise against Motoko's lips, stealing one more kiss before she disappeared into the depths of the building Motoko had broken into.
Her first stop was to layer up on the clothing that she could find. There were a few more pairs of socks and she tugged them onto her feet before scrounging around the house for anything resembling a phone, a CB radio, or something she could turn into a radio with the right tools.
There was a lot of shooting in the distance as Motoko emptied her own clip to draw them away. She had to get close in, those weapons could rip through her like nothing and she wasn’t going to leave Canaan alone. She’d made a promise.
She was on one squad out of nowhere, snapping one man’s neck and taking down his comrades in short order. She stripped one and took his clothing and weapons, then hopped onto a snowmobile. Now she was going to mean business.
The sound of gunfire in the distance was either reassuring or terrifying. Canaan decided to shut it out completely.
Instead, she focused on the surroundings of the place Motoko had broken into. It looked like someone's smaller vacation home. They'd broken in through a window that must have been the bedroom, and she cautiously ventured out into the main living area. Hopefully, she'd find a landline phone that was still connected in there somewhere.
There was even a convenient answering machine light blinking on and off to indicate the phone. Outside there were sirens as the town's populace became alerted to something going wrong. There wasn't much time.
And then a grenade came through the window.
Canaan spotted the grenade almost too late to do anything about it. She noticed the phone in the same space of time, and dodged for cover behind the kitchen counter, dragging the phone with her as she went.
Fingers in her ears, she braced for impact. As soon as the charge detonated she checked the phone to make sure there was still dial tone. Luckily for her, it was still attached to a functioning line. Her fingers practically flew across the telephone keys with one hand. Her other hand got her pistol ready.
She really hoped someone at the Agency got their SOS signal.
Two men burst into the room, firing blindly before they called out. “Is anyone in here? Come out and we won’t kill you much.”
There were only four bullets in her gun. Canaan didn't have any room for error. She had to aim her shots perfectly. She was extremely grateful that the counter she'd taken cover behind was sturdy enough to survive the hit from the grenade and a bunch of gunfire, too.
Her eyes would give her away, so she didn't bother trying to 'see' them the special way. She just poked her head around the counter and quickly put two shots in the one man, then ducked back behind it, "Go away or you're next."
The man dove behind a damaged couch. “Turn yourself in and we’ll make it painless.” He reloaded and peered around the corner.
"Why should I turn myself in?" What did these people even want with them? None of this made any sense. And there was really no guarantee that they'd just leave Motoko alone if she came quietly, either.
Canaan wasn't really inclined to believe anything that an armed terrorist goon was shouting at her. She snuck around the other side of the counter, trying to line up a better shot.
He had the Cerberus logo on his shoulder, and it was visible when Canaan next saw him. He was still focused on where he thought she was and not where she actually was. He lifted his gun and fired.
The last two bullets in Canaan's pistol hit the man in the side of the head. She quickly rushed over to him and then to his partner, collecting their weapons and ammunition. Their vests were too big for her to wear comfortably, but she stole a pair of boots and quickly laced them on.
She ran over to the phone and dialed in the SOS code again, and curled up with the phone, praying for some kind of answer.
The line rang twice, then buzzed. One long, two short, and then the code for 'ongoing emergency' which meant that all assets were currently in use. Which usually meant that something was going down in the OC.
A woman's voice answered before the code could finish. "How critical is the emergency?"
"Two assets need immediate extraction from the Alps. We're under attack by Cerberus goons who don't know when to quit. One of us is in danger of hypothermia." Canaan banged out the information quickly. If something was going down in the OC, a quick extraction probably wasn't going to happen, no matter how critical she thought her own emergency was.
Another man broke through to the living area, and she shot him while remaining on the line.
“Shit. Most of our assets are occupied. Including air travel you’re looking at four hours, minimum. Can you take down coordinates?” The woman on the other end of the line started tapping out coordinates. “It’s a safe house.”
"Hold on!"
There wasn't exactly pen and paper anywhere around her. Canaan pulled out the tactical knife she'd looted off one of the goons and quickly scraped the numbers onto the floorboard, "Let me repeat this back to you, just to be sure."
She repeated the numbers back quickly. There were sounds outside that indicated that she'd have more company soon.
Just as the last number came through the line went dead. A flashbang rolled inside the front door. Outside waited three men in full tactical gear.
Oh that was just what Canaan needed. She quickly pried the board up and shoved it into the inside pocket of the jacket she'd stolen, then tried to duck for cover.
The flashbang exploded before she could really find somewhere new to hole up, and she found herself extremely disoriented. Worse than even a normal person might have been. All five of her senses were screaming at her. Waves of color danced across her vision, blocked every so often by the silhouette of a person. Two persons? Four?
She scrambled around while everything reeled. Hopefully she could make it to the exit.
A bullet ripped into Canaan's shoulder, and a second cut across the back of her head before she made it to the exit. As she got outside, another two hit her back, one near the shoulder blade and another lower, barely missing her kidney. A dozen other bullets gouged canals in her arms and legs.
The force of the bullets nearly knocked her to the ground, but Canaan reached deep inside of her and made herself keep on running. She was too injured to stop just yet and she needed to find better cover.
Possibly she just needed to find Motoko and show her the safe room coordinates before she passed out.
Canaan grabbed onto that Adrenaline rush that came with the pain she was in and the thrill of combat, and pushed herself to run faster, back into the woods. Her blood left a trail of red crystals on the snow, and she didn't bother to try and cover it up. All she did do was reach behind her every so often to fire back.
It felt like hours later before Motoko found Canaan, but it couldn’t have been longer than thirty minutes. The trail wasn’t hard to find, and she got there just in time, putting bullets in the back of each man’s head as they stood over the woman’s prone form. There was so much blood, but she could hear Canaan’s pulse.
If she’d run fast before, she broke her own record this time. The safe house was a relief. She laid Canaan on a table and located a medkit. “Come on, come on… just hold it together…”
The change in conditions roused Canaan a bit, and she groaned. The table was hard and cold underneath her and she could feel blood still running down her back. Her vision was blurry when she opened her eyes, trying to find Motoko. She could feel her lover's presence around her, at least. It was a relief.
"Need to... turn me over... more in my back."
"Understood." She sighed, then doused her fingers in alcohol before she started to dig around for bullets. She had to work quickly. She had to get Canaan stabilized before cold and shock took over. "I going to need to stitch this one..."
"Put... something between my teeth..." Canaan mumbled, weakly. She trusted Motoko to handle the stitching and she trusted Motoko to keep her alive, if she could.
She just didn't trust herself not to bite her own tongue while she was being stitched up, "Bite down on it, won't scream."
Motoko located a stick and gave it to Canaan. “I don’t look forward to this, but the alternative is cauterization.” She definitely didn’t want that.
Canaan rested her head back against the table, and closed her eyes. "Do what you have to do. Just don't kill me. We've got three hours until extraction."
She put the stick in her mouth, then, and braced herself. No matter what happened next, it was going to be a really long day for her. Maybe she'd pass out before Motoko was done.
And Motoko would stay by her side until extraction arrived.