Mutants And Mayhem - The Main Thread

Out of all the people who would call out Alex's action, she did not expect Toriar at all to speak up. "Well, what the fuck do you want me to do?" Alex countered. "I can't find any sort of handcuffs in this prison, he's fucking brainwashed crazy and I doubt we can carry him on a bus full of innocents, he's a loose end that we don't need to take! And trust me, in my childhood, I have met Nazis who were just doing their jobs and they were really nice people but I've also got my fair share of experience with crazy angry Nazis too..."

At this point, she realised that she tried too hard trying to justify an execution.

"It's just...I thought you hate THIS type of guy!"

"You do not. Kill. A defenseless captive," Toriar stated lividly.

He looked down in disbelief as the boy gurgled through his open throat, rapidly pooling blood across the hard tile. What did Alex mean by "This type of guy?" As far as Toriar could remember, he'd barely strung a full sentence together in her presence - she could not possibly claim to know him. And she slit the boy's throat with such cold detatchment too. For such a young girl who had, by her own admission, never done anything like this before, she was far too comfortable with the act for his liking.

Toriar didn't like her before, but now he couldn't trust her either. He looked between his teammates for any support, or even empathy.

edited 24th Aug '14 6:21:07 PM by StygianEmperor

Sjan was on the other side of the mini-bus to her teammates, doubled over and leaning against the vehicle as she dry retched. Her head was pounding and she knew she had at most one jump left in her before she'd have to rest - whether that meant a short nap or a near coma depending on far it would have to be. She could hear them trying to fit all the prisoners on the bus, peaking around the corner to see how bad the space situation really was and noting Toriar, Hank and Alex were still in the prison, "Urgh, Toriar owes me a proper smile for this bollocks..." Schrodinger muttered as she righted herself and strode back to the building as quickly as possible without puking.

Sjan took the improvised side 'entrance' left by Tyler, jogging up to Alex and Toriar with Hank presumably in the other room, "We have to go and it looks like - Holy crap on a cracker, who in the hell did that?" She suddenly exclaimed, taking a step back from the still gurgling body of the teenaged Nazi. It appeared Alex had taken a somewhat drastic approach to dealing with the brainwashed youth and, perhaps more surprisingly, Toriar didn't approve of the violence, "I though you were just going to knock him out... Ick, listen - there's bugger all room in the bus and anyone who can't fit is traveling with me." Schrodinger tried not to focus on the body, there probably being a horde of NOA on their way. Headed through the front office, "Back to the bus now, ladies and germs."

While Nicolas knew that a few of their own were still unaccounted for on the bus, what made him go back to the prison was the sight of a physically-unstable Sjan shuffling back there. Alarms rang in his head over the potential danger she was putting herself in in her state.

"Don't wait too long for us," he absently said to Jimmy before bolting out of the bus and right back to the prison. He only spotted a random security guard and Hank looking over a wounded woman in the front office, so he continued on into the next room.

His quiet gasp was the only outward sign he gave of his blood running cold at the sight of the dying kid.

Within a span of a second, Nicolas looked to his allies in the room. From his body language, Toriar was furious at Alex—who he now noticed now had a bloodied butterfly knife. He then went back to the kid.

"Move," Nicolas said to them in a commanding yet detached tone the others hadn't heard from him until now. He was down on the ground in an instant, a glowing left hand gently touching the wound area with practiced ease. Touching an area of the body with his powers always seemed to make him acutely aware of every detail under his hands, and with a sudden intensity in the glow, he would "feel" the shutting down of pain receptors and the reassembly of the damaged veins and muscles that would already be underway if left uninterrupted.

"Alex, help me turn him on his side, make sure he doesn't choke on the blood already in his throat," he said in the same tone. He would have words with her later about the whole mess, but he couldn't let himself focus on that right now. The patient had to come first. (Although he kept the butt of his pistol in hand in preparation to knock him out, just in case the Nazi kid decided to try pulling something stupid.)

edited 24th Aug '14 8:48:44 PM by BlackRevolver

He shook his head exhaustedly as Sjan and Nicolas entered. Toriar gestured with an open hand at Alex, but his words failed him.

Kneeling down before she could, Toriar helped Nicolas turn the dying boy, "You think you can still save him?"

He looked up at Sjan, "I think you'd better take these two, if you can manage that many. Otherwise, you can take me - provided I have some warning."

edited 24th Aug '14 9:17:57 PM by StygianEmperor

"If he hasn't lost too much blood for too long," said Nicolas, forehead starting to break into sweat. Nothing gave away how grateful he was for nobody picking a fight. "If he hasn't, and he doesn't do anything rash, he should be fine. I've fixed worse on myself."

"Then..." Alex explained frantically. "Dude, he knows what our face looks like so we can't just leave him here and I don't know if we have the resources to keep him imprisoned on our base. He doesn't want mercy from us so why should we? I thought the Black Beret is lacking resources, that's why they need me, right-"

Regardless, she was about to help Nicolas because, well, he's a cool dude but then Toriar took her place on the medical procedure, which angered Alex even more till she resigned, wiped the blood on the guard's trousers and asked matter-of-factly "So what do you want me to do now?"

"Just... go to the bloody bus. And take Hank with you." Sjan had a more serious tone than usual, for once not even a hint of a smile. She kneeled down by the boy and watched him, biting her lip, "I can take as many as I need to, and you take a up a lot of space, Toriar... Uh, no offense." She added, trying not to think how sick it would make her. But, she wouldn't let the stroppy knight stay behind like some stupid movie,"Give the word when you're done."

"...right," Alex said solemnly as she walked to the office, it's really heartbreaking to see that even your acquaintance started to...technically, Sjan have not hated her yet, right, Alex thought, it's just a shock that I did it, it'll worn off...hopefully.

"Hey Hank, you done with the lady yet?" Alex asked.

Amanda and Nicolas would find that they could squeeze all of the mutants from the prison plus one other person (plus Jimmy of course) onto the minibus at the absolute maximum. Everyone else would have to find a new way to get back to base.

"I don't plan on sticking around so I'll give whoever wants to come along about two minutes to do so before I'm getting our butts out of here!" Jimmy called out. The young boy began the process of starting the bus. All the mutants on the bus began whispering to each other - wondering where this Black Beret base could be and what was to become of them.

Meanwhile, Alex's attempted execution did not go as smoothly as she would have liked. The surrendered guard winced as Alex kneed the young guard but actually stood up and ran to Alex when he saw what she was about to do. He managed to grab her wrist and pull away - saving the boy from a worse fate but Alex still managed to make a significant cut on the guard's throat. Nicolas would be able to tell (from his gladiatorial days) that his healing abilities would be up to the task to heal the boy - which he did.

After a few minutes of healing, the young guard's throat looked okay (except for the blood on his neck) but he was, quite justifiably, unconscious. The older, surrendered guard, however, was not so quiet. He raised his fist and began shouting, slowly advancing on Alex.

"What the hell is wrong with you - you little bitch?!?" he spat at Alex. "You start preaching some self-righteous bullshit about the Black Berets and you're content executing an unarmed, fucking teenager? Even after I told you that he's been brainwashed? If I really wanted to do some good, I should kill you right now. The only reason I haven't is because the rest of your team seems to have some fucking empathy. You're just nuts!"

Hank's inspection of the secretary would reveal that it was a clean injury- an "in and out" type of bullet wound. The lady had started moaning in pain again and, from his medical experience, Hank would probably realize that he'd need to treat her leg soon lest she go into shock because she had already lost a significant amount of blood.

edited 24th Aug '14 10:39:21 PM by FantasyLiver

"Yeah, I am nuts," Alex admitted as she pushed the guard aside to walk out of the prison. "To be fair, I did not know just how brainwashed he is. Ah, but don't take me as a shining example of the Black Beret, I'm just another rotten misled youth but ah, we all make mistakes when we were young, right? By the way, I'm just paraphrasing what my recruiter said to me about the Black Beret. You can still join though."

She walked to the bus only to see that it was full already. Alex shrugged, go up to Jimmy and asked "I'll take it that the bus won't be taking any more, right? So can I just walk to the base then? Just give me a map and a direction and I'll walk there."

"I take no offense," Toriar replied to Sjan, holding the young man still. "But I can walk if I must - if you only have one trip in you, those injured should have priority."

The young man seemed to have been stabilized, but then the guard began threatening Alex.

Leaving the guisarme on the ground, Toriar rose and put his armored form between the two, "Dammit man, be calm, lest she cut your throat as well! We will deal with her ourselves, but only once we can reach safety. These cursed alarms are bound to bring reinforcements here."

edited 24th Aug '14 11:35:00 PM by StygianEmperor

"Good news is it went right through, you should live just fine," Hank said to the secretary, opening up his backpack to take out some disinfectant and the bare minimum needed to stop the bleeding and close the wound for a few hours. "The bad news is - JESUS CHRIST I SAID HOLD HIM THERE NOT STAB HIM IN THE GODDAMN NECK!" He had a little outburst when he noticed the scene going on behind him as he dug around in his trauma bag. "No, I am not done, I still have to close this wound, and maybe if you hadn't stabbed that kid, then Nic could have taken over and done this when he came in, instead me of having to play operation in the middle of a prison."

"Anyway..." he added, turning around to face the secretary again. "The bad news is that it'll hurt while I patch this up. But it's already hurting, so that's probably not the worst news."

He started to patch her up.

"We got everyone out, but the getaway only has room for maybe one more, and they'll be leaving in less than a minute," Nicolas supplied to the rest of the group while walking back into the front desk area, his voice turning back to some of its warmth, if a bit breathless. "Also, he should be fine. Physically, at least—he'll be out cold for a while from the blood loss, but he's breathing again."

Nicolas kept mum about any of the boy's possible fates after they left him to the NOA. He knew that they could have a really twisted sense of "mercy" when it came down to it.

"I could do something about the pain now, at least," he said to Hank. "Maybe help heal some of the internal damage..?"

edited 25th Aug '14 12:15:15 AM by BlackRevolver

"Don't get all worried -I can take as many as need be..." Sjan assured Toriar with a sigh, standing a little better than before thought still a bit sickly in complexion, "How many I take more effects how I'll end up, but that's better than having you folks picked up by a disgruntled NOA patrol." She added with a slight, tired smirk and glad to see the young guards wound was healed but not so much the reaction of his comrade. "Woah, buddy - she did a stupid, stupid thing but there's no harm done it would seem, eh?" She offered, subtly moving into a ready stance to subdue him if necessary.

edited 25th Aug '14 12:24:10 AM by Lt.BGob

Instead of going out through the front entrance, Tyler exited the building the same way Amanda and the mutants had, once all of the prisoners had gotten out. Leaning on the side of it, Tyler forcefully shook his head at Alex's intention of walking to the base, discrediting it as soon as he could.

"I'm too large to fit on the bus, and I'm most likely more fitter than you by a long ways. I'll take the map and catch up with you lot on the minibus later, all right? If there's no map, I paid attention on the ride so I'll just go back by memory. Plus, I said I was going to buy us some paint on the trip remember?" Adjusting his baseball cap slightly, Tyler waited for Jimmy's thoughts, and what resources the driver could provide for him.

"Oh, then we'll walk together then," Alex remarked half-jokingly, though considering what happened just now, the tone was rather flat. "Besides, I am a gold medalist in my school's marathon, I'm pretty sure I can handle myself just walking to the base."

"If you got enough gas left in the tank for that, then be my guest," Hank said, stich in up the wound for now. "Otherwise, I got this closed up enough for now that she shouldn't bleed out, I can take care of the rest back at base. Unless we plan on just leaving her here in the middle of a prison filled with dead Nazis."

He stood up. "Best we put her on the bus before it leaves. Don't worry about me, I can hoof it, I won't get tired from a little jog."

Realizing that a doctor was needed to start treating the wounded, Amanda told Nicolas to get in the bus. "I'll be fine. I know how to get back, and it's not all that far. Expect me there in an hour. If you get everyone offloaded sooner, send Jimmy back for a pickup. I don't want to be exposed any longer than I have to be."

"Oh yeah, this shouldn't be too much of a problem," Nicolas said, touching glowing fingers on both sides of the secretary's legs. He only gave himself enough time to temporarily shut off the right nerve endings before picking her up bridal style (something that was made a little more difficult by the fact that he still had to have his small crossbow in his right hand).

"Be careful, okay?" he said, mostly to the group in general, and with an apologetic nod to the guard in the room, he took off as quickly as he could, continuing to keep a glowing hand over her wound in order to start healing the insides. When he was almost at the bus again, he ran into Amanda and listened to what she had to say.

"You might as well tell the others to come with you—they're still trying to talk to one of the guards, but I'm pretty sure they'll be trying to leave as soon as they can." With that, Nicolas went on the bus and put the secretary down in the one space left.

"Get us out of here, Jimmy. We need to get them back."

The Berets didn't know it but they were watched. The individual, named Harry the horse because of his equine features hadn't been watching for them but keeping an eye on the prison. he saw the breakin and the breakout, especially paying attention to the tall gangly giraffe mutant, who to his friends was called "Shorty" in a typical example of unorginal humor.

The boss would want to know about this.

edited 28th Aug '14 5:32:50 AM by tricksterson

"No harm done?!?!" the older guard asked Sjan incredulously. "She fucking slit his goddamned throat! How is that 'no harm done?' "

He bristled further at Alex's flippant remarks before Toriar stepped in between them. He looked like he still might want to hit Alex across the face but backed down after sizing up the armored mutant.

"Sorry. " he muttered, extending a hand to Toriar after a bit. "Names Cesar by the way."

Meanwhile, the secretary nodded tearfully at Hank's instructions and then, predictably, started screaming even louder than before. What was not so predictable that her screams caused her to bite down hard on her tongue - filling her mouth with blood and causing her to, you guessed it, scream EVEN louder. Fortunately, Nicolas started healing just in time - fixing her tongue. She then, stopped screaming and spat the blood out, shooting a worried look at the Black Berets - wondering what would become of her now.

Her unspoken question was soon answered as she was dragged onto the bus, which caused Jimmy to floor it without another word. It was now up to the group to get back to base now. They could walk but there was always the risk of a NOA patrol picking them up. There were a few cars in the streets but most of them had occupants. Of course, there were alternatives that might result in further consequences...

edited 28th Aug '14 4:18:54 PM by FantasyLiver

Sjan corssed her arms and raised an eyebrow, not terribly fond of the elder guards tone particularly considering he wasn't exactly an authority on do no harm. She decided it would be more diplomatic not to bring this up, however - at least not yet. She winced slightly as a woman began screaming then this noise fading into the distance, "I meant that his gizzard has been unslit, so to speak. He'll live, that's more than most mutants can say." She stated dryly, wondering why Cesar was getting all friendly considering his career choice and looking him up and down dubiously, "I'm Schrondinger and that's T- 'Adamant'. I would give you real names but I'm not entirely convinced someone of your... chosen profession isn't going to sell us up the river the moment an opportunity arrives. No offense." The mutant smirked then tapped of Toriar's armor, "Speaking of which - we'd better go, one way or another."

edited 27th Aug '14 9:26:28 PM by Lt.BGob

Nicolas swayed and had to grab both of the front seats in order to not plant his face in front of everyone, but managed to compose himself after a second. He stood up straight again (although with the way Jimmy was taking some turns, he kept his hands on the backs of the seats just to be safe) and cleared his throat.

"Sorry about that. We usually try to keep civilians out of this sort of thing," he said politely to the secretary. "But right now, I'd keep off your leg; I shut down your pain receptors for the moment, but you still have stitches on, and I still need to do a little more work with the damage."

Nicolas then looked up to find the faces of the rescued mutant. Just from where he was standing, he could tell that a few of them could use his attention.

"Sorry, excuse me," he said before moving further into the bus. "It might take us a little bit to get back to the base, so I'll be checking on some of you now."

With glowing hands, he began to wave the Healing Aura in the general direction of mutants who looked the worse for wear, making himself stop when he had six people wrapped in a blue glow.

"Welp," Alex muttered, with no particular audience in mind, as the bus drove away. "Looks like the rest of us will have to walk back to base then. Not that I mind."

She wasted no time in strolling along the path as she began to sang The Proclaimer's '500 Miles'.