IC-SWORD-Taken(Rebecca/Katarina/Lara/Julie/Jake/Clyde)
Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 12:22 am
Z-Day + 1 - 9:35 AM Mountain Time - 1 mile east and 2 miles south of Scobey, Montana
In the wilderness-
Lt. Rebecca Doolittle, the former captive, crawled over to the skinheads' pickup truck, which had thankfully been left unlocked with the keys in the ignition. "Hurry, we have to get out of here!" She pulled herself to her feet, threw open the door, and slid into the driver's seat.
Katarina Iliescu reacted slowly. Before she could move, another white pickup truck rolled in from the north, the direction of the plateau. Three skinheads were inside it, two in the cab and one in the back. Too terrified to stay where she was, she bolted for the pickup that Rebecca had hijacked and leapt into the shotgun seat. I'm sorry, Lara, she thought. I'm sorry, Julie. I can't save you. I don't even know if I can save me...
"Don't let the pilot escape!" shouted the driver of the pickup truck. The man in the shotgun seat rolled down his window and lobbed a cyldindrical grenade directly into the cab of the fleeing truck through the still open door!
Rebecca couldn't flee in time, nor could Katarina. Noxious gas spewed from the grenade, filling the cab and rendering both women helpless and sobbing involuntarily. No... thought Katarina. They weren't supposed to take me alive. I have a gun, grenades. I should be able to kill myself and take them with me. It's not fair...
To make matters worse, another white pickup truck arrived from the south, this one containing four more Nazis, these armed with M16s. Jake Bell, seeing that he stood alone, raised his single arm in surrender.
The skinheads piled out of their vehicles, and the driver of the first pickup, Lt. Joshua Stuart, looked around. "Well done, Ralph," he said. "Men, give morphine to the wounded, ours and theirs. Tie up the prsioners. We'll take them back to the compound in the backs of our trucks. Search the prisoners and collect all of the weapons and ammo too. It looks like three men from this search party are still alive, just knocked out. Only this one is dead." He snarled at Jake, who stood over the bloody corpse. "You! You killed him!"
"It was a team effort," said Jake. "He's the one who threw the grenade at my truck. My son-"
"Will live, as long as you don't try anything else."
Jake complied, relieved that at least Mary, Veronica, and Caitlin were safe.
The men proceeded efficiently to carry out their leader's orders. All of the survivors of the battle except for Katarina, who had not taken so much as a scratch, were given morphine injections. Jake and Rebecca soon slid into blissful sleep, and the others had theirs deepened. The prisoners were stripped of their weapons and armor, their arms secured behind their backs with plastic cuffs (except for Jake, who only had one left). They were loaded into the trucks and driven off to the north. Soon the convoy reached the front gate of large, heavily secured compound. Katarina watched helplessly as a squad of skinheads opened the gates from the inside and let the vehicles inside, where they drove to an open square. The captives were taken into a large building on one side with a red cross on a white background painted on it.
In the infirmary-
The infirmary had a dozen hospital beds in two rows running the length of the room. Each prisoner other than Katarina was laid down on one and secured with leather straps - men on one side of the room, women on the other. A long white curtain ran between the two halves of the room. The wounded skinheads were also placed on beds, though they of course were not tied. Joshua held Katarina, who still sobbed and choked from the tear gas. "Easy there," he said. "Nobody's going to hurt you. Mike, Ralph, start with our guys, then the pilot."
Mike helped the first wounded Nazi, doing an excellent job. Ralph helped the next one with equal competence. Mike then moved down the line and herlped another skinhead, but there wasn't as much he could do for him. Meanwhile, Ralph passed through the curtain and went over to where Rebecca lay. He extracted the bullet and bandaged her leg wound, doing a decent job. She stirred groggily, blinking her eyes.
Katarina grimaced when she saw the Nazi with his hands on her leg. He wasn't doing anything improper, but it still rankled her. The effects of the tear gas were finally starting to wear off, and she looked up at Joshua with big eyes. "Please, I be good girl," she said. "Let me help my friends." She fluttered her eyelashes.
"All right," said Joshua, letting her go. "I don't think you're a threat, but we're watching you. What's your name?"
"Katarina."
"I'm Lt. Joshua Stuart. I think General Holt will be real interested to meet you. Go on, see to your friends."
Mike continued to Jake's bed and tied off his stump. He stirred, feeling much better.
Katarina went to Lara's bed before Ralph could get there, but she didn't know enough to help her. Ralph went to Julie instead, but her broken leg was beyond his skill.
Mike tried to help Clyde next, but he was unable to help.
"Let's switch," said Ralph to Katarina, trading places with her. Katarina set a splint on Julie's leg. She came slowly awake, not feeling a whole lot better. "Katarina?" she mumbled.
"I so sorry, Julie," said Katarina, sniffling. "They got us."
"No..." groaned Julie. "I can't...I can't survive this...my leg..."
"You will survive. If I survive, you can too. You stronger than me."
Ralph removed the shrapnel from Lara's leg and bandaged it, repairing most of the damage.
Lara drifted back into consciousness. She was still in pain, but it was just a dull throb now. Her eyes slid open, and she realized with terror that she was secured to a bed with leather straps. To her horror, a skinhead was looming over her, bandaging her leg. Looking from side to side, she could see that the woman she had tried to rescue and Julie were in beds to either side of her. Katarina was standing by Julie's bed, helping her.
In the wilderness-
Lt. Rebecca Doolittle, the former captive, crawled over to the skinheads' pickup truck, which had thankfully been left unlocked with the keys in the ignition. "Hurry, we have to get out of here!" She pulled herself to her feet, threw open the door, and slid into the driver's seat.
Katarina Iliescu reacted slowly. Before she could move, another white pickup truck rolled in from the north, the direction of the plateau. Three skinheads were inside it, two in the cab and one in the back. Too terrified to stay where she was, she bolted for the pickup that Rebecca had hijacked and leapt into the shotgun seat. I'm sorry, Lara, she thought. I'm sorry, Julie. I can't save you. I don't even know if I can save me...
"Don't let the pilot escape!" shouted the driver of the pickup truck. The man in the shotgun seat rolled down his window and lobbed a cyldindrical grenade directly into the cab of the fleeing truck through the still open door!
Rebecca couldn't flee in time, nor could Katarina. Noxious gas spewed from the grenade, filling the cab and rendering both women helpless and sobbing involuntarily. No... thought Katarina. They weren't supposed to take me alive. I have a gun, grenades. I should be able to kill myself and take them with me. It's not fair...
To make matters worse, another white pickup truck arrived from the south, this one containing four more Nazis, these armed with M16s. Jake Bell, seeing that he stood alone, raised his single arm in surrender.
The skinheads piled out of their vehicles, and the driver of the first pickup, Lt. Joshua Stuart, looked around. "Well done, Ralph," he said. "Men, give morphine to the wounded, ours and theirs. Tie up the prsioners. We'll take them back to the compound in the backs of our trucks. Search the prisoners and collect all of the weapons and ammo too. It looks like three men from this search party are still alive, just knocked out. Only this one is dead." He snarled at Jake, who stood over the bloody corpse. "You! You killed him!"
"It was a team effort," said Jake. "He's the one who threw the grenade at my truck. My son-"
"Will live, as long as you don't try anything else."
Jake complied, relieved that at least Mary, Veronica, and Caitlin were safe.
The men proceeded efficiently to carry out their leader's orders. All of the survivors of the battle except for Katarina, who had not taken so much as a scratch, were given morphine injections. Jake and Rebecca soon slid into blissful sleep, and the others had theirs deepened. The prisoners were stripped of their weapons and armor, their arms secured behind their backs with plastic cuffs (except for Jake, who only had one left). They were loaded into the trucks and driven off to the north. Soon the convoy reached the front gate of large, heavily secured compound. Katarina watched helplessly as a squad of skinheads opened the gates from the inside and let the vehicles inside, where they drove to an open square. The captives were taken into a large building on one side with a red cross on a white background painted on it.
In the infirmary-
The infirmary had a dozen hospital beds in two rows running the length of the room. Each prisoner other than Katarina was laid down on one and secured with leather straps - men on one side of the room, women on the other. A long white curtain ran between the two halves of the room. The wounded skinheads were also placed on beds, though they of course were not tied. Joshua held Katarina, who still sobbed and choked from the tear gas. "Easy there," he said. "Nobody's going to hurt you. Mike, Ralph, start with our guys, then the pilot."
Mike helped the first wounded Nazi, doing an excellent job. Ralph helped the next one with equal competence. Mike then moved down the line and herlped another skinhead, but there wasn't as much he could do for him. Meanwhile, Ralph passed through the curtain and went over to where Rebecca lay. He extracted the bullet and bandaged her leg wound, doing a decent job. She stirred groggily, blinking her eyes.
Katarina grimaced when she saw the Nazi with his hands on her leg. He wasn't doing anything improper, but it still rankled her. The effects of the tear gas were finally starting to wear off, and she looked up at Joshua with big eyes. "Please, I be good girl," she said. "Let me help my friends." She fluttered her eyelashes.
"All right," said Joshua, letting her go. "I don't think you're a threat, but we're watching you. What's your name?"
"Katarina."
"I'm Lt. Joshua Stuart. I think General Holt will be real interested to meet you. Go on, see to your friends."
Mike continued to Jake's bed and tied off his stump. He stirred, feeling much better.
Katarina went to Lara's bed before Ralph could get there, but she didn't know enough to help her. Ralph went to Julie instead, but her broken leg was beyond his skill.
Mike tried to help Clyde next, but he was unable to help.
"Let's switch," said Ralph to Katarina, trading places with her. Katarina set a splint on Julie's leg. She came slowly awake, not feeling a whole lot better. "Katarina?" she mumbled.
"I so sorry, Julie," said Katarina, sniffling. "They got us."
"No..." groaned Julie. "I can't...I can't survive this...my leg..."
"You will survive. If I survive, you can too. You stronger than me."
Ralph removed the shrapnel from Lara's leg and bandaged it, repairing most of the damage.
Lara drifted back into consciousness. She was still in pain, but it was just a dull throb now. Her eyes slid open, and she realized with terror that she was secured to a bed with leather straps. To her horror, a skinhead was looming over her, bandaging her leg. Looking from side to side, she could see that the woman she had tried to rescue and Julie were in beds to either side of her. Katarina was standing by Julie's bed, helping her.