'Here, give me a boost and I'll release the ladder.'
Harry stood to face Nate before kneeling. He faced is partner's waist, who held his leg up expectantly, waiting for Harry to create a foot-hold.
As he heaved Nate upwards, he allowed a brushing moment of contact, which sent his mind wandering.
The ladder crashed, thrashing his mind back to reality. As he peaked the climb, Nathan was already shimmying along the wall.
'Look at you, you bloody monkey, remind me to form a theory on your behalf.'
'A theory on what?' Nate called from above.
'The missing-link. Think of the money I'd get from getting that published, my name would go down in history.'
Nate gave a sarcastic, half-hearted laugh before the door opposite Harry slammed open. A heavy-set sentry wielding a baton came charging, shouting foreign jargon. Harry suffered a battering. He evaded an over-arched swing and attempted to twist the large man's arm into a lock, but the brute resisted.
The sentry made to grab his handheld transceiver, but Harry frantically pawed at it, knocked it from his grasp. The brute lifted Harry from his feet and slammed him into the ground, Nate took aim and fired.
The moment the dart jabbed into the brute's arm, he pulled it out and shoved it into Harry's neck. Nate was behind him in an instant, pulling the sentry up into a choke-hold, his bicep and fore-arm tucked firmly around his neck, muscles tightening like a boa-constrictor.
Harry pulled the dart from his neck, fortunate to not have pierced an artery. The struggling pair scrambled to the ground, the large man still in a hold. The weight of the sentry came close to crushing Nate's rib cage. As the sentry's face grew blood-red, spitting desperately for air, he finally fell limp.
Harry's torso had been bruised and his neck was numb. As he walked towards Nate, he already started feeling the effects of the little anesthetic that managed to get into his blood stream.
'Flynn, you alright?' Nate approached him.
'Yeah,' He stumbled, 'Ugh, shit mate.'
'You're going pale, I think you're concussed.'
'No, tranquilizer… My neck – I need to sit down.' As he collapsed, Nate moved forward to catch him.
'Crap, did I shoot you?' He lowered Harry against a wall.
The last comment barely penetrated Harry's delirium, and he found himself chuckling at the irony as he faded out of consciousness.
