Disclaimer: I don't own Bakuten. So sad, nani?
Author's Notes: Okay, this is my first fic on this account. I'm gonna make it count! Okay, reviews are appreciated! They're like gold for an online writer. D So, enjoy, but review with motivation. I don't want to have to quit…again…
Meg slowly awoke, eyes focusing on the blue sky above her. Sitting up, ever so slowly, she flinched, the pain on her back and the back of her head excruciating. Rubbing it slowly and hesitantly, she got to her feet, swayed slightly, and leaned against the steel wall beside her to gain balance.
Something to the left caught her eye, and she slowly turned in it's direction, one hand resting against the wall.
Her eyes widened. Slowly, she made her way over to the object, kneeling in front of it, surveying it with her eyes.
At long last, she picked up a perfect envelope, not damaged in any way. The smooth, cool paper felt good against her hands, which were burning from firing her pistol.
Using her index finger, she tore open the top. She pulled out a piece of light orange paper, unfolded it carefully, and reading it. Her eyes widened with each word:
If you ever want to see your friend again, you will come to the given address ASAP, because if you don't make it in time, it'll be too late. Don't bother tracking her; we threw all her electronics in the river on the outskirts of the city. Don't be late, now. And then there was the address.
Meg slowly read and reread the letter. At long last, her phone rang. With shaky hands she answered. She was relieved to hear Sei's voice on the other end of the line.
"Meg? Are you all right? Where's Jo? She doesn't answer any of my transmissions!" the leader asked, worry caking every edge of her voice.
Swallowing hard, Meg responded after a few long, silent moments. "Jo's not here. She's been captured."
She took the silence on the other end of the line as an opportunity to hang up.
Amy's outraged cry was the first thing that rang in the redheaded cowgirl's ears when she walked through the door of the trailer.
"What! Jo got captured? This isn't supposed to happen!" she screamed shrilly, pulling on her light brown pigtails. "You're the one who's supposed to get captured!" She pointed to Meg, finally releasing her pigtails.
Meg looked at the floor in embarrassment and shame. Did she get captured all that often? It just happened so much, that she was used to it, or she forgot about past hostages because of the newer, more terrifying ones.
"Who's going to save her?" she asked after Sei had given up her spot on the couch, given meg hot water to soak her feet in, and a heating pad for her back.
Sei remained silent for a moment before saying, "You are, Meg. We don't have any other choice."
Paling to a deathly white color, Meg felt her mouth become dry and arid. At last, she inquired thickly, "When?"
"Tomorrow."
"Why so soon? I'm sore, I have three broken ribs, and you expect me to go save Jo against…against…this thing!"
Sei let out an annoyed sigh, and said, "We don't have a choice. Did you read the letter? 'If you don't make it in time, it'll be too late.' Remember?"
She couldn't argue on that one. Leaning back against the heating pad, Meg remained silent for a few minutes. Amy and Sei stared at her with such intensity; she felt it even though her eyes were closed.
Finally, she opened her eyes, looking up at them, and said, "Where are Jo's extra guns?"