Log: When I Talk You Should Listen

[felix_mcscouty]

Who: Felix (Native), Oquirrh (Original)
What: You thought for a second that you could get away with this? Seriously?
Where: Oquirrh's safehouse but really it's Florida's
When: Friday Night 8/14
Warnings: Possible Violence, Definitely Cursing


She really thought that breaking away was going to have no consequences. Well he was going to prove her wrong. He had been watching her all of yesterday and had a clear cut idea of where the little bird was staying at. A little old safehouse towards the outer edges of this crappy city.

This was going to be fun. He can sync up later with the team and the other primes.

Breaking into the apartment was relatively easy. Just a nice slip of his knife and maybe a moment or two with a decoder and he was in. Felix surveyed the place with a slight disdain. God Oquirrh can be one boring individual. There were a couple of her stupid knitted stuff laying about. Kicking the needles and yarn off the couch, he stretches out along its length. At least it was comfy.

He crossed his legs lightly and spins his knife in his hands. Now all he had to do was wait.

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[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

It's been a long day. Oquirrh doesn't mind driving full time, so long as she can look forward to a hot shower when she gets home. Today, she needs it. Exiting the airlock, she yawns and stretches but doesn't manage to relax her shoulders. Definitely time for a shower. She eases off her helmet with a sigh. It goes in the top middle cubby, her keys on a hook above them. There.

Shower next, then bed.

[felix_mcscouty]

Felix grins behind his helmet. She didn't even notice the fact that someone had messed with her things. Oh man this was absolutely priceless. Oquirrh was starting to get sloppy. He lets out a soft chuckle.

"What no hello or how are you doing? I'm hurt," he calls out.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She jumps, nearly knocking the keys from their hook.

It couldn't be.

"I didn't know you were there, Felix," she says, forcing a smile into her voice. "I wasn't expecting you."

Can he see her? She can't tell. She dips her hand into her pocket and sends a frantic message.

[felix_mcscouty]

"If you leave this apartment, I'll gut you like a fish. So let's be all nice and friendly. Have ourselves a little chat, ok," Felix quickly states. He has her pinged out on his trackers. She wasn't going to walk out of here so easily.

"Sit. Down. Now."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She has just enough time to send a response before he makes his threat. Something tells her he isn't inviting her into the living room for a chat. She lowers herself to her knees, careful to sit with her phone pressed against her heel.

"I'm listening."

[the_informant]

The door is open. That's how Florida knows he's too late. Still, he pulls his gun and a grenade and slips into the room. Worst comes to worst and she's dead and Felix is in here, the man is going to be in tiny pieces that Florida will collect and ship back to Control.

What he finds is no threat, but a girl bleeding on the floor. Florida quickly tucks the gun and grenade away and drops to his knees next to Oquirrh. His personal med-kit is pulled from his belt and he wishes Omega was here.

"Hey kiddo, sorry I'm late. Traffic was hell," he teases, because that's how he handles bad situations when he isn't skinning something.

He pops the case open and starts pulling out gauze packets, a needle of sedative, and a spray-nozzle for his biofoam dispenser. It's a very small fortune he's ready to spend on her, but can he help it? He's the reason she's here, that she's hurt, that...

Don't think about it. He rips a gauze packet open with his hands and teeth and presses it against the shoulder wound. That seems the worst part for the moment.

"Tell me everything, Pajaro. Let me hear your lovely voice."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"El hombro--" Her shoulder. How bad is it?

"No quiero ser una avecita. La ala--"

Her wing. Her arm. Whatever. Words and languages bleed together and she can't stop crying.

[felix_mcscouty]

Felix kicks back in his little corner of shadow on the roof. Soon enough Spectre was going to be here and he'd catch a free ride. Consider it a win-win in his book really.

He pulls out Oquirrh's phone and clicks onto the Informant. He should be here by now. Probably tending to that bird downstairs. Isn't that sweet of him to do?

Did you get my present? I should've brought a bow. Maybe some ribbon. :D

[the_informant]

"No eres un pequeño pájaro. Tu eres un halcón poderoso. Y volará pronto," he assures her softly. "I need to know where else is hurt. Y necesito saber dónde está el zorrillo."

Florida freezes when the message flashes up on his screen, claiming to be from Oquirrh. Truth be told, he can't help the animal snarl that comes from him at the sight of those words.

I have a place I take people like you. Drive a meat hook through your hands and hang you from the ceiling, with chains to reinforce. I'll start by cutting off your toes and feeding them to you. Then maybe cut your lips off so you can't smile. You're going to beg me for your death.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"El brazo." She can't tell anything else. Just the pain and the pressure on the stab wound.

Her arm. Will she be able to use her arm again?

"No sé. Se he fallado a usted." Sobs choke her voice, but she manages to add, "Lo siento."

["My arm." "I don't know. I failed you." "I'm sorry."]

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She wants to throw up. That and to tear something apart. She knew something like this was going to happen but she didn't want it to happen now. Her hands shaking as Louisiana sits in the recliner. Every inch of her tensed up and ready to fight.

Felix was in town which meant more trouble for her. It meant for certain that she wasn't going to be able to break away from Control effectively. He was going to act as her leash to them. They knew that he would cause much more damage if left unchecked.

Louisiana brushes away Florida's grounded comment. Fine whatever. She's already stuck in a hotel room enough that it won't bother her. She had more important things to worry about.

She gets up and starts pacing. Her injuries seething in a burn-like agony but she didn't care. Oquirrh was hurt.

This was her fault.

[the_informant]

The place is easy enough to get to, but Florida still spends ten minutes driving around to make sure they're not followed. It's not the best for Oquirrh, but he needs to be careful. He hates it, but he has to. Dammit why can't things work out the way they're supposed to?

At last he arrives, parks the bike in an alley, and carries Oquirrh in and through the door.

"Lou!" he shouts as he enters. "Meg!?"

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She didn't fall off. She should be proud, she thinks, but pride is a distant and fleeting thought blocked away by the pain. Jersey would be proud.

Will she ever see him again?

Halta. Ojalá que sí.

She barely has the strength to cling to Florida this time, but she's awake. She'll make it, at least to wherever it is he has taken her.

[Stop. Yes, God willing.]

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana is up on her feet quickly at the sound of her name. Her helmet situated on her head, streaming data from the team. She needed to keep tabs on the idiot and at least someone was with him that she could rely on.

"In here," she shouts. Louisiana heads out to the opening into the hallway and helps guide Oquirrh over to the couch. Mon dieu she was a mess. Felix did a number on her.

"O-Oq? Hey. It's going to be ok."

[the_informant]

Okay is not really what Florida is going for. He moves immediately to the couch and puts Oquirrh down, focusing on leaving her wounds out for him to get to.

"Where is Omega?" he demands, getting his medkit back out and carefully cutting through the tape and gauze he had bound her shoulder wound with.

[searchandrecovery]

As soon as he gets Florida's message, Wash springs into action. He's managed to get 479er to let him borrow a small van, which he drives at questionably legal speeds to the address Florida gave him. He's never been so scared in his life, his hand shaking as he keys in the code.

"Oquirrh? Florida?" He practically runs into the house. He can't believe--won't believe--what he sees. This wasn't supposed to happen to her. Not to Oquirrh.

"Oh, god," he whispers.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She's stable. That's what Florida and Omega said before they left her to rest for a moment. Her shirt still hangs halfway off her shoulder and there's still a whole lot of blood everywhere, but at least she can't feel it. She lies on the couch, head pillowed on the armrest, and wills herself not to cry.

Everything will be all right. Somehow.

The airlock hisses open. Who's leaving her? She turns, her eyes half-open. A figure in familiar gray and yellow stands there. Not leaving. Coming.

"Wash?" she whispers. She bursts into tears all over again. Happy tears, she tells herself, because she's relieved to see him. It might even be halfway true.

[searchandrecovery]

That's crying and blood and no, no, this wasn't supposed to happen, she's supposed to be safe now that she's left control. Deep breaths, Washington. He knows the last thing she needs is him panicking.

"Hey, Oquirrh," he says softly, kneeling down beside her. "It's me, Wash." He leans in to give her forehead a kiss. "It's gonna be alright, yeah? You're strong--you--" He takes another deep breath. Can't let his voice crack. He's got to be here for her, dammit. "--You'll get through this. I'll help. We'll all help."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Wash came, even though she didn't ask. "You're here," she whispers. If only she could lean closer or take his hand, she would.

So many people have come for her. Deep down, she wishes they wouldn't. She's not worth the trouble. Yet it's so good to see him, to feel his lips against her forehead, that the thought vanishes from her mind.

"Thank you," she says instead, and she truly does cry happy tears this time.

[searchandrecovery]

"Of course I am," he responds. "You're the most important person in my life. I just wish we were having date night under slightly better circumstances." He's trying to make an attempt at a joke. It's not a very good one, but he hopes it'll help her focus on something else. That wound looks like it hurts bad. He wishes he could help her, do something besides just being there, but this will have to do. For now.

Whoever did this is going to pay. That twist in Wash's gut makes him think he already knows who--or what--did it.

[the_deadeye]

He's exhausted and worried by the time he slips into the apartment. He'll have to remind Louisiana that this place was no longer safe with how many people that knew of its existence. Maybe convince her to give it to Oquirrh so it's guaranteed what happened won't transpire again. Jersey pops off his helmet, sliding into the counter.

He ends up finding the two girls in the living room. Just fantastic that both of them were now in various states of injury.

"Ugh...hey."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Oquirrh doesn't hear him come in. She's nearly asleep on the couch, which ordinarily wouldn't be comfortable but doesn't matter to her now. The sound of that familiar voice makes her turn her head.

"Hey," she whispers. He made it. He'll know what to say. This hospital visit won't be such a disaster after all.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana is curled up at the front of the couch. It was incredibly uncomfortable and this rate every inch of her forearm and chest was burning with a steady pain. She refused to move away from Oquirrh. Really it was a stupid decision but she mattered more.

She raises her head up tiredly. "Hrm? Oh. Look who showed up. Salut."

[the_deadeye]

"I tried to get here as fast as I could. You both look like crap," he sighs. Jersey takes a seat on the arm of the couch. He looks them both over.

"What's the damage?"

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She nearly tattles and tells him what Felix threatened, but there's no reason to be hostile from the beginning. "My bad shoulder got stabbed," she says. "Nicked the ligament. I have to go see a specialist. Omega says I'll make it to the hospital."

It sounds so casual when she says it now, but dread pools in her gut. So close, and she's not out of danger yet.