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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[the_informant]

"Necesito que seas fuerte. Voy a sacarte de aquí," he promises as he sprays the foam into place.

That will deal with her arm for long enough. Next he lifts the gauze just enough to check the other bleeding. Still bad. Too bad. He's got to get her out of here. Florida lifts the cotton away, sprays some biofoam, and then replaces the gauze. The whole thing gets wrapped up to hold it in place, and taped liberally. Omega can deal with it when Florida gets her out of here. Which means he's going to have to figure out a way to do that.

I'm sure your charming personality lends itself to such threats. The difference here is that I don't threaten, child. It is going to be an absolute pleasure to skin you alive. I haven't had a subject to work on in too long.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Fuerte. Strong. She can--

Pressure explodes inside her shoulder. She chokes on her scream. For a moment, even breathing seems impossible.

Then the pain fades. Sobbing, she slumps on the floor, exhausted. She has no voice left. Just pain and misery and terror that the awareness of her heart beating in her chest like the wings of a caged bird.

[felix_mcscouty]

I try my best. Anyway my ride is here so this is goodbye for now. Give the little bird my regards.

Felix then snaps the phone apart. He heads over to the side of the apartment complex and drops the remains to let them shatter against the concrete further. Soon enough he'll be relaxing away and knowing that his night was well spent.

[the_informant]

Yep. That man is going to die.

Florida carefully lifts Oquirrh in his arms, but only after he's got his medkit put away.

"Fuerte," he reminds her, his voice soft. He considers her keys for a moment and then carries her out into the hall. He lowers her for a moment, grabbing her keys and helmet. Everything else can wait. He shuts and locks the door and helps her into her helmet before lifting her again and carrying her downstairs.

"Fuerte," he keeps whispering, his voice desperate.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Fuerte. She can be. She has to be. She thinks of Abby, shot and hiding in the warehouse for someone to come. Of Louisiana, stabbed in the street with Jersey panicking.

Of Wash. Oh, Wash. She thinks of the ears, lunch in the willow arbor, kissing him on the couch (for the first time and so many times after). She can't leave him. Can't leave any of them.

Fuerte.

She clings to Florida's neck with her good arm. Just a little, because it's all she can manage. But it keeps her awake. It keeps her alive.

It lets her get back to them.

[the_informant]

"Fuerte," he keeps whispering until they're through the airlock and outside. "You're... not going to like this. All I have is my bike. Going to have to sit you in front of me. Can you sit up for me?"

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Sí." She has to, so she will. She's been the driver in this situation before. She knows what will happen if she doesn't.

It's not fun. But she thinks of Felix taunting--no. Not Felix. Jersey, who never would mock her with that name.

She'll do it.

[the_informant]

"Good girl," he whispers as he carries her to the bike. Carefully he lifts her onto it and climbs on close behind her. He takes a moment to hold her against him.

"Aqui," he orders before starting the bike up and taking off into the night.