Warning, this chapter is graphic. And contains torture and rape themes which may trigger some people. If you do not want to read it I'll provide a brief non graphic summary in the next chapter.
"New Hampshire, York and North, check out that room." Carolina shouted at the three soldiers to her left and they quickly complied with her orders. They ran straight into a room full of weapons. In the centre of the room there was a thick, metal trunk, locked with a holographic lock.
"I wonder what's in there." New Hampshire voiced her thoughts out loud.
"Only one way to find out." York cheerily replied. In a matter of seconds he had opened the lock, but before he could investigate any further he was needed elsewhere; Carolina required him to open another lock.
"Let me know what you find." York callied behind him as he hurried out of the room.
"Let's open this baby up." North said after his friend left the room.
"Heck yeah!" Newbie replied, excitedly opening the trunk. Almost instantaneously two red and black armoured, Insurrectionist soldiers leapt down from their above hiding places and shoved Newbie inside the newly opened and empty trunk.
"Let me out of here, scum." She screamed, both angry and scared. Beating at the walls of the trunk she tried to let herself out of the confined box with little breathing space. Concentrating on getting out she stopped beating on the walls of the container just in time to hear gunshots go off.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG.
She counted six. Her heart panned, "North Dakota!" She cried. She was less angry now, only scared and concerned for the life of her love. Histerically she cried, praying that he was okay. Praying she'd come out of this alive. She screamed one last time as the trunk was lifted, and carried out of the room.
"North! North!" South called worriedly, running to the aide of her brother. She ran straight towards the direction of the gunshots. She reached the room he'd been in earlier with York and New Hampshire. She found his very still body on the floor, six holes in his body with blood spilling out.
"North, oh my god." She said. "There's so much blood. Oh my god." She hyperventilated. She put pressure on as many of the wounds as she could.
"Washington, Maine help me!" South screamed. The two men hurriedly entered the room, confronted by the sight in fron of them for a moment before they carried their old friend out of the room and into the awaiting pelican.
"Carolina to command. Objective is completed.."
"Diana..." North groaned.
"Wait, what the? Where the hell is New Hampshire?!" Carolina a asked with a sense of urgency in her tone. 'She never acts like this on missions.' She thought.
"North, it's South, we don't now where she is right now." South said holding his hand as they strapped him into a seat.
"Diana was captured. They threw her in the trunk we opened and ran off." He chocked out.
"Okay, we have to get back to base and then tell the Director what happened."
"He's not going to fucking do anything. He hates her and he wouldn't care, she's not his precious Texas." CT spat.
The rest of the trip was punctuated with groans from North and shakes from turbulence.
"Even if we do get permission to go get her, how the hell are we going to find her?" Wash asked, worried for the sake of his friend and crush.
"Newbie is a smart girl, most likely she would have activated her distress beacon built into her armour." Carolina replied. Carolina had great faith in the youngest Freelancer.
"Why kidnap her? Why not just shoot her?" North asked in a groan.
"They could be interrogating her. Or torturing her. Or maybe they're just sick and they've got themselves a playmate." Maine growled at South, glaring at her for making such a comment.
"Was that really necessary?" York snarled at her.
At the end of her tether New Hampshire screamed at her captors. "Let me out!" She demanded. As if in reply the trunk she was contained in was thrown to the ground. The lock popped open and she sprung from the box, ready for a fight.
Before the chance arose the soldiers grabbed her wrists and she was chained to the wall before she could say paella. She fought and kicked furiously, refusing to accept the fact that she was going nowhere. Her position upon the wall was raised so she could not touch the ground and her weight strained her wrists.
The two soldiers who had both released her and confined her stood by the door of her dusty, dirt filled cell as if waiting for something. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the room with her helmet. Now she wished she hadn't turned down the armour enhancement and AI implant. She could use all the help she could get in here.
The door opened to reveal an Insurrectionist she could vaguely recall, dressed in sleeveless red and black armour showing off heavily muscled arms. He stormed over to her and clicked the buttons on the side of her helmet. With a hissing release her helmet was roughly tugged off and she was met with his cruel gaze.
"Oh look, you caught a pretty one this time. I sure hope she's a freelancer." He smirked as she squirmed away from his figure. "Wouldn't want to have to kill someone this pretty..yet. I'd like to play with this one for a while."
There was never an occasion before now that she was ever in this much trouble. New Hampshire knew she was in way over her head and wished with all her heart she had decided to stay in school.
"I'll be back little princess, don't miss me." He cooed stroking her cheek and continuing to look menacing as he did so.
"I won't." She muttered to herself as he walked out the door.
Newbie wouldn't lie to herself and say she wasn't scared, because she was. She was absolutely terrified. Her cell was dark, damp and a thick layer of dust or dirt coated the floor she couldn't touch. The walls were made of red bricks and she assumed they were several layers thick. They wouldn't risk using a single layer wall with a freelancer in the room, even if it was New Hampshire.
Her stick straight blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, bangs blocking her vision as she attempted to peer around the room, turquoise eyes searching for a way to escape. Before she got far with her shoddy plans the underdressed strongman returned and angrily threw her helmet back at her.
"Password!" He snarled.
"I'm not going to give it to you. I won't sell out like that." She replied licking the blood of her newly split lip.
His head cocked to the side. His hand cupped her face, thumbing the split on her lip, tracing the blood down her chin. "Oh?" He smiled at her. "Are you sure? Because if you don't I'll have to torture you until I get the information I want. It'd be a shame to ruin such a pretty body like yours."
"I said no." She snapped, trying to appear irritated and not let the fear she held inside of her, out.
"Lucky me." He laughed. "Now I get to rip you to shreds. Shame too, this is the last time you'll ever look like a model."
"Didn't look like one to start with." She spat back.
"Well at least you're being honest." He stroked her hair. "Thompson, go get my persuasion equipment."
While the lankier of the two guards left the cell the other remained, sporting a grim look on his face. The muscle man unhooked all of her armour, stacking it in a neat pile on the dusty ground.
"Last chance to change your mind." He teased with a boyish laugh. She shook her head in response and she started unzipping her under armour. When the lanky guard returned she was already dressed for the occasion, clad only in her strapless white bra and lacy white panties.
Her torturer pulled her hair behind her head and tied it up in a neat pony tail. "Want to see your pretty face when you scream." He explained.
"Things are about to get messy Girlie." He smiled, Newbie looked up and spat in his face. He wiped his eyes and slapped her across the cheek. She could already feel the bruise growing.
"Not wise." He replied gripping her cheeks with his hand and shoving her head back into the wall. "I'm going to have fun getting what I need princess." he pulled a knife from the silver trolley Thopmson had wheeled in and ran it down her naked arm.
Diana let out a scream as the knife was plunged into her arm again. He pulled the blood covered instrument out of her limb and slipped the blade across her bruised and bloody face. He traced a wavering line across her lower left abdomen slightly above her bullet hole scar and then scratched her on her collar a moment later.
"You sure you don't want to give me that password?" he teased putting down his bloodied knife.
"You're wasting your time. I won't let you get the information inside that helmet."
"Oh you are just no fun Peaches. Oh well at least you get to die for your cause. Little baby martyr." He laughed. His next tool was a pair of shiny new pliars. With all her heart she hoped they stayed new.
He put them back on the top tray after playing with them for a bit, teasing her with the cold metal. He did the same with a sharp, thin set of scissors. He traced her skin with them, making superficial cuts along the surface and toying with the idea of cutting her undergarments off, exposing her and humiliating her more.
He used his knife again, making a deeper cut just above her pantie line. Red blood flowing down staining her white panties, purity beginning to wash away with it. He laughed maniacally as she screamed. "Are you gonna tell me your password?"
'This guy is a raving lunatic.' She thought.
"Fuck off." She replied, hanging in front of him but refusing to give in. As punishment he plunged his knife deep into her upper arm. He put down his knife deciding to go in a different direction. He put on a set of brass knuckles and wiggled his fingers, getting himself comfortable before he beat her body, littering her once beautiful, sun kissed skin with dark bruises.
"Come on baby don't you even want to tell me a little bit?"
"I'll never give in to you." She replied.
"I admire people with integrity." He told her as he gripped her cheeks again. He leaned in close to her hanging body, knuckle dusters having been shed at some point beforehand. He trailed his free hand down her naked body, playing with her panties' elastic and rubbing her left breast. He kissed her with a loving passion she wasn't expecting from the same man who had been torturing her for the better part of a day.
She tried to shake him off but he only pulled her closer, kissing her as though he was trying to make her fall in love with him. It was as though he was trying to make her be another girl from another time.
"But integrity will get you nowhere here Peaches." He gave her rump a hard slap and dismissed the guards, telling them to wait outside.
He stepped closer again and she threw herself back against the wall away from him. He removed her no longer white, lacy bra and threw it to the dusty ground. He buried his face in her chest, rubbing it into her breasts.
"No!" She squealed.
"Shut up." He slapped her across the face.
He picked up her right nipple in his mouth, sucking the flesh. She kicked with her legs try try to fight him but he held her firm, wrapping her legs around his waist and keeping a strong grip. In punishment for her struggle he gave her nipple a hard nip causing her to cry out.
"Shut up Girly you know you like this. You want this too baby." He panted between sucking each of her breasts, rubbing his crotch against her clothed folds.
"Please don't do this." New Hampshire begged to no avail. Her protests fell on deaf ears and he tugged of her blood stained panties and unattached his armoured codpiece. He freed his hardened member from his trousers and rubbed it against her slit.
"Oh Girly." He panted. He knelt to the ground, forcefully spreading her thighs and pushing her exposed body against the wall. He ran his coarse tongue across her folds and over the sensitive bundle of nerves underneath. He kissed them confusing her for a moment and then biting down on her clit making her scream.
Her legs violently shook as she tried again to get away from the psychopath before her. "Leave me alone!" she screamed.
"Shhh baby I'll take care of you." He went back to licking and swirling his round around her sensitive area, lubricating her down there, readying her for his dirty fingers that he plunged into her a second later.
She cried softly as he stretched her hole, readying her for the penatration that would come later. He tenderly kissed up her stomach and met her lips again, she tried to bite them off but he was too strong and he dominated her mouth.
"Hold still little princess, or this will hurt more than it has to." He whispered softy into her ear. She took her chance and bit deep into his shoulder. He let out a loud cry of pain before slapping her hard across the face, harder than he had before. He thrust up into her and she let out her own cry of pain.
There was a painful friction between her legs as he thrust into her dry hole, making her scream whenever she got the chance. He pulled some lubricant from the the second shelf on his trolley and pulled out for a moment to squirt it inside her and around her hole, rubbing it between her folds.
Now she was forcefully wet he slid back in and thrust up and down into her, grinding his hips into hers as he locked her legs around his waist. He silenced her cries with his mouth, passionately kissing her. The cuts on her body reopened with the movement and blood trickled down her body from every angle.
His thrust got harder and faster but with the lubricant her body began to respond to his touch, betraying her mind. Internally she screamed out a No! as her mouth let out a moan. He pushed her further against the wall and pounded into her faster with more force than she thought possible. A knot began to form in her stomach and her hips bucked into him as tears began to fall down her face.
She no longer wished to be rescued by her freelancer friends. Now all she wanted was to die. She couldn't take much more of this, being strong was too difficult.
He let out a loud groan, thrust becoming more desperate and less even. She moaned into his kissed ever so often and let out a pleasured cry as he sucked on her bottom lip. The knot that had been forming in her abdomen tightened and tightened with each thrust and her legs began to jerk, he held her legs tighter to steady her and thrust into her more. The tight knot began to unravel and the muscles in her legs began to shake. She let out a strangled cry as she came against her will to the maniac who had her at his mercy.
His hot seed spilled into her and filled her up as her body hung limp. He put in a few last thrusts to soften his limb and then pulled out of her, wiping himself clean. He fixed himself up and tucked back into his armour.
New Hampshire lay bound on the dusty floor, motionless and in the arms of the Sleeveless Insurrectionist as he spooned her limp body. "See, isn't this nice princess? You get rewarded if you play a good Girlie."
She whimpered in response, defeated and defenceless. Her body trembled as he stroked her naked flesh, running his hands over every exposed area, putting his fingers in crevices and crannies where they did not belong. He kissed her neck softly, rubbing circles on her bottom.
"You should get some sleep Peaches." He whispered tenderly. "You've got a big day tomorrow Girly, you've got a lot to tell me."
New Hampshire hoped death would creep up quickly in the night and snatch away her pitiful life so she would not have to endure another day of this. She contemplated giving up but no matter what he did to her she could not justify what would come of her friends if she let up the password and that information get out. No she couldn't do that to them.
"I'll help you sleep baby." He ran a hand through her bound thighs, softly massaging her bruised and cut skin. He stroked a finger over her slit and plunged it deep into her hole, brining wetness to her clit. He slowly swirled his finger round her clit, getting ever so slowly faster as he gently rubbed her. He kissed her neck and stroked her hair with his free hand.
"I used to do this to you all the time remember baby? Help you sleep when you were frustrated. You used to moan for me." Tears spilled down her face as she got wetter from his touch.
"I'd like to keep you pet," he said seeming to remember they hadn't met before. "If you tell us what we want to know tomorrow the boss man might let me keep you."
She hoped the boss man ordered someone to kill her instead.
She let out a tired moan as he rubbed faster and pushed down, adding a little pressure to the equation. Sometime between the second and third forced orgasm of the evening she passed out and was met with only the comfort of a black dreamless sleep.
"Good morning little princess, did you miss me while you went away for your little sleep?" The sleeveless soldier asked, leaning in close to New Hampshire's face as she stirred awake, feeling groggy and sore. She remembered how she fell asleep -if you could call it that- last night. She wondered if he continued touching her after she had passed out. She wondered what else he'd done to her while she was unconscious.
He hadn't stayed with her the whole night it seemed, as he looked well rested and his hair was still wet from what was probably his morning shower. How he slept at night she had no idea.
"I have good news for you Girlie, the boss man wants to hear everything you have to say so smile, you're on camera." He explained, waving at the camera that had been mounted to part of the composing cell wall.
She never agree to giving up anything. Telling these guys everything she knew was the last of her intentions. He tugged the chains that were attached to her wrists again until she was hanging from the same position she was yesterday, her wrists struggling to support the weight of her whole body. She looked down at herself and she noticed she had been cleaned without her knowledge. She was also wearing a new pair of panties and bra. These were pink and lacey.
"Oh do you like your new panties? I put them on after I washed you. I also braided your hair to keep it out of your face. Now you have to be a good little princess and tell us the password and anything else you can remember. If you do the boss says I can keep you."
"What the fuck?" Newbie spluttered. "I'm not going to give you the password and sell out like that just because you raped me last night. Nothing has changed, I'll die before I tell you anything."
"You liked it!" He yelled slapping her the hardest yet across the face. She felt her jaw pop in and out of place.
"No I didn't. And slapping me won't change that." New Hampshire yelled back in a firm voice. She was done with being tortured and the sooner she got out of there the better.
"You liar! You are going to pay for this!" He warned, picking up his freshly cleaned knife. The guards were back in the room again, she noticed.
She let out a muffled scream as he plunged his knife straight into the opposite arm from yesterday. He slashed her cheek today and ran the knife deep across her back. She was going to pay dearly for not obeying him.
He picked up the pliers again, using them this time instead of just teasing. He went for her mouth, struggling to get a grip on anything as she tried to bite his fingers off anything he got close.
He squeezed her cheeks and jaw tightly and had to get one of his cronies to pull her jaws apart, exposing her teeth. Thompson she thought his name was. He held her skull back with one hand gripping tightly on her top jaw. He had the other pulling her bottom jaw away.
The sleeveless soldier gripped hard on one of her half surfaced wisdom teeth and had to give it a little wiggle and a few faux tugs before it came out. With a spray of blood the first tooth was placed on the trolley.
Each time a tooth was removed Newbie let out another scream. The smell of rust and salt filled the room as he pulled out tooth after tooth. She lost count on how many teeth he'd pulled out before he got bored and began to pull out fingernails instead. He was one hand down before they were interrupted by a messenger.
"The boss man wants to see you." He said, the sleeveless Insurrectionist looked disappointed as he stalked out of the room and down a corridor with the messenger.
"Apparently, I have 3 days with my little princess to get that password or we get to kill her, that is, if we don't accidentally kill her before hand. Are you sure you don't want to tell me the password to that little green helmet of yours?" he said upon return. He seemed a little less crazy than before which she wondered if that was good or bad.
"Just kill me already. I'm never going to give you that damn password. You're wasting your time. Just go back to being a lunatic all on your lonesome." He slapped her across the face again. And let loose a few punches. She spat out the blood and it ran down her chin. "Pa-thetic." she said before bowing her head, it had become too heavy for her to hold upright.
"And Texas, just how do you propose we find New Hampshire to rescue her? If she's still alive."
"Oh she's alive alright. I can feel it. And anyway, she's a smart kid, she'll have activated her distress beacon. If not, she'll have left breadcrumbs. We just need to find them."
Wash always got the sense Texas felt more than friendly towards New Hampshire. He'd probably get beaten up if he said anything but her feelings seemed almost maternal.
"One step ahead of you Tex." York said coming in with a holo-map. "Just got her location. She was brought there as soon as she was kidnapped and hasn't left since. Behind him Carolina, North, Wash, Wyoming and Maine followed.
South and CT thought that she was a goner and the rescue mission wasn't worth their time. Didn't see much point in risking their lives to bring home a corpse.
"Alright, and how do you suppose you get there?" The director asked.
"Well Four Seven Niner has agreed to drop us near by. Near by so she doesn't land in enemy territory. She says she could probably stay there inconspicuously for about an hour. Which would give us just enough time to get in and get out, with New Hampshire." North explained.
"If I allow this can you guarantee that all of my top agents will return in one piece?"
"We can't guarantee that we all come back without casualty but I'm almost one hundred percent certain that we will succeed." Delta said projecting himself from York's armor.
"How certain are you Delta?" The Director asked.
"94.6% certain."
"Alright. You can go, but, under these conditions; you get a 3 hour window from the moment you leave till the moment you come back to rescue Agent New Hampshire. I will authorize one pelican for you all piloted by Four Seven Niner however this is not an official mission and anything that happens you all are responsible for, not The Freelance Organization or Army. Any weapons you lose or have to discard come out of your paychecks and you do not get overtime nor do you get aid for going on this mission. You return at the end of that 3 hour window not a moment later or your wadges get cut and your duty hours get put up, unpaid. Deal?"
"Deal." North Dakota said immediately along with Tex, Carolina and York. Maine grunted and Wash looked hesitant along with Wyoming but eventually complied.
"Oh Peaches, you're back. Did you enjoy your little nap?" He asked smirking at her as he cleaned and maintained his tools. "Hmmm, what to do to you this afternoon?" He asked nobody in particular.
"Perhaps the guards would like to join in." He mused, gesturing to the two men in her cell. "Why do you keep looking at the camera Peaches? That's there because the boss doesn't think anyone should have resisted my persuasion techniques this long. Even when we offered to let you live. Poo." He made a pouty face.
"Fuck off. I'm still not telling you."
He cupped her face. "If that's the way you want it." She spat right in his face. He wiped his eyes and smirked giving a short dark chuckle. "So do you want to join in Soldiers?"
"My apologies sir, I do not." the bigger one of the two guards replied.
"But why ever not private John? Missing out on some fun you are." The sleeveless soldier replied whimsically.
"I do not believe in torture sir." He replied.
"Very well then, but I assure you it does exist." He laughed.
"I will sir." Said the lanky one named Thompson. They walked over to the trolley and put on a pair of knuckle dusters each and took aim. Just as they moved in to hit her New Hampshire stopped them. "Wait, wait, wait. I just wanna say something before you start." She then paused.
"You're all a bunch of idiots. If you had any sense you scum would give up now before the Freelancer Organisation decides to personally escort you all to the gates of hell, throwing you back into the pits from which you came."
"Okay soldier, resume. We're going to teach, Peaches, here not to talk to us like that. She needs to treat her superiors with a little respect." New Hampshire let out into a fit of manic laughter.
"You could never be superior to us. You're weak! And so was your little blond girlfriend. That's why we killed her! Ahhahahahahaha! Bwahahaha!" She'd figured out why he kept switching between tender and vicious last night, she recalled the last time shed fought Insurrectionist Soldiers there had been one blonde soldier named Girlie that seemed to be infatuated with this guy, one of her team members had fought the sleeveless Insurrectionist which was why he seemed so familiar to her.
SMACK
The muscular one lost his cool and hit her. Right in the nose. And he hit her again and again and again. The scrawny guy joined in. He was nowhere near as strong and his hits were dull. Nowhere near as sharp. She groaned a little more each time, even more so when they moved to her abdomen.
"Alright, now, you wanna give it up little princess?"
"How'd someone manage to love you? You're a raving lunatic and your a violent monster. Your Girlie had a lucky escape getting killed by a freelancer, at least she was safe from you ya psycho."
"You done?" The muscular one asked. He took her right hand she clenched her fist for a minute but then relaxed it. "You scared?"
"No, you just have cold hands." She lied.
"Bet that's what you said to your daddy first time he fucked you."
"You're disgusting." She panted.
"Is that so?" he said before clamping the pliers down on the long nail of her index finger and tearing it off.
She screamed.
"You don't have to go you know South, but a little support would be nice."
"I don't know why you're even bothering. Those beacons don't turn off the soldier dies you know. She could be dead or you could be running into a trap. What's the point of risking yourself for a corpse?"
"Look South, I know you're not keen on the idea but I have to go, this is important."
"How important?" she asked.
"As important as it would be if it was you we were rescuing."
"And you're sure you're ready to be fighting again after you got shot?"
"Yes. They were all shallow wounds thanks to my armor. And anyway they were all in non fatal areas. nothing to worry about."
"Well alrighty then, I'll go."
"What the? South?"
"Well if it's that important to you I'll go, but I'm doing it for you. Not because I like the kid. Okay?"
"Alright. And South? Thanks."
"Shut up about it."
"GO ON! Scream the name of your lover, if you have one that is. Scream that name, the name of the person you'll never see again." The muscled guy said burning and cutting her with a hot knife. "DO IT!" He screamed.
"Y-y.." she said.
"Yes that's it!"
"Y-you're and asshole." she moaned.
He cut right across her chest. "Scream out your lovers name god damn it!" he said smacking her in the face.
"Nnnn"
"Go on. Scream out their name!"
"NEVER!" She spat in his face and deep into her arm he shoved his blade. He spun her round and slid his blade down her spine. Not deep enough to paralyses her or kill her, but enough to cause her significant pain. As he slid the knife down he slashed her again and again all over her scarless back and with each cut more and more of her soul went away. For every minute she spent in capture, her heart broke again.
"I'll never do what you want. I'll never give you that password. And I'll never scream out his name. Because he's everything you're not. He's so much better than you could ever hope to be and it would be an insult, to say his name here. You're nothing but a scumbag who gets his pleasures from butchering young girls and asking them to scream. You're disgusting and worthless and nothing more than an angry little shit who misses his girlfriend. MOVE ON ASSHAT!" He threw down his knife and let down her chains so she was on the floor. He knelt over her.
"Is that what you think?" He asked. She grunted.
"You're pathetic." she said on her knees looking him in the face.
"You guys can have her. Kill her when you're done." He walked out the door without another word. Didn't even slam it.
"Sweet." The scrawny guy said. He dragged her further out from the wall and threw her on her back.
"Don't." The bigger guy said.
"What are you gonna do if I do? I out rank you. You gonna run to our boss? He already gave her to me."
"Don't do it." He repeated.
"Get out Private. Not going to join in, get out." He said.
"Don't do it!" He replied, stepping forward again.
"Fuck of Private. Fuck off."
"I won't let you."
"Why the sudden out burst Private? This a little to much for the little baby?" The scrawny one said whilst getting on top of Newbie, pinning her down by her shoulders and across her throat with one arm and pulling off the panties that weren't hers.
"This is wrong! All of this is wrong! Get off her!" He screamed lunging forward and throwing the scrawny one off of New Hampshire she immediately crawled backward and got as far over to the other side of the room as she could.
The two wrestled and the bigger one was winning, she couldn't help cheering him on in her head. Sadly just as he was winning the scrawny one pulled a knife from his side holster and shoved the other guy off and over onto the ground. He stabbed the knife into the guy's abdomen and twisted it. She screamed.
"NO!" She cried out leaning over her knees. He leapt up and ran over to her throwing himself onto her and holding her unclaping her bra. She smacked him right in the visor and threw him off her. "Fuck off!"
"Oh I'll be fucking that's for sure."
"Yeah, yourself later." she replying circling the area around him.
"I just love the feisty ones. Much better that the ones who just lie there and take it." He snared.
"You disgusting motherfucker! I'm gonna make you play for what you've done!" She screamed at him and the put up her fists wrapping parts of the chains round them to hit harder. He lunged at her and she smacked him in the helmet right where is jaw would be. She punched him in the stomach and then roundhouse kicked him in the chest into a wall.
Again he came at her. He got a punch to her face but she grabbed his hand and bent it behind his back before strangling him with her chains. He brought his hands up to tug against it but he couldn't so he instead elbowed her in the breast and spun to punch her repeatedly in the stomach. Then when he got tired of that he kicked her in the lower abdomen and sent her flying across the room smacking her head across the wall.
She tried to get up and fight but she couldn't she'd hit her head to hard and it hurt. She grunted in frustration. The scrawny guy came over and dragged her away from the wall.
"Alright guys, we will have just over an hour to get in their and get Newbie out. When Four Seven Niner drops us we'll split into 3 groups. York and North will be going directly to this point here." She pointed to a spot on the holo-map. "This is where Newbie's distress beacon is located and is most likely where she'll be. Maine, Wash and South will follow them taking out any targets around the area. Tex and Wyoming will be watching the area scanning around and sniping any targets. They might suspect we're coming and we need to act as backup."
"What will you be doing Carolina?" Tex asked.
"Me, I'll be on the ground under you and Wyoming taking out any targets that manage to sneak up on you or overwhelm you." She replied.
"You'd quite like to be under me wouldn't you now, aye Carolina?" Wyoming said making a double entendre. York glared at him through his visor. And then hit him in the stomach for good measure.
"I'll be stationed here, to make sure you don't fuck up. And I partnered you with Tex because I know she'll keep you in line. And I'm just hoping, she'll have enough of your knock knock jokes, and kill you."
"Well that's a little harsh." He replied. Carolina ignored him and went back to briefing them.
"York, as well as unlocking doors you'll also be in responsible for setting the charges for the explosives we'll use on the walls of Newbie's cell. It's 4 layers of brick in thickness an reinforced on both sides with concrete. And on the inside is another layer of bricks. After you set that charge it's going to get messy. You'll have to set it so it'll blast through the walls but not hurt Newbie on the inside. Also you'll need to get you and your group far enough away for the explosion.
Tex and Wyoming you'll each be set up with Sniper Rifles as your primary weapon and on top of these two containers." She said pointing to two shipping pods each bigger then a fat whale. "We'll need to be fast, we hit hard and get out as quickly as possible. There is over one hundred thousand troops in that one building there." She said pointing to one quarter of the holo-map. "South, follow orders you get from York and North. Wash and Maine, take out as many of the other guys as you can. But, don't lose sight of the primary objective, getting Newbie out alive."
"What if she's not there?"
"Well then you radio me and I can navigate you to another position. This building here is the other place she'd be if she isn't here." Four Seven Niner said coming out of the shadows and pointing to places of the holo-map.
"And Four Seven Niner can provide us with air support. Now, York and North. Don't panic if she's not in the fist room you hit. There is a line of three other cells next to the one you blast into and four more across from that. Search them all before moving on."
"Is everyone clear on what to do?" The director asked from the back. They all confirmed and went to the Cargo bay to prepare. They stocked up on weapons and explosives. The got ready an then boarded the pelican strapping themselves in the seats and pulling down the protective bar.
"Three groups everyone" Carolina said as they leapt from the shuttle as it hovered a few feet from the ground. The pelican flew off into the air again and a hoard of soldiers spilled onto the field. Tex and Wyoming took out all soldiers in their path with machine guns before climbing the containers and setting themselves up to snipe. They shot at any coming soldiers who weren't already there.
Main swaggered over to a group of ten soldiers and took them out within minutes, firing with his Bruit Shot (Grifshot, rifle/knife or Knifle as some people prefer to call it.) and using the blade on the other end. He then moved on to three other hoards.
Carolina fought all soldiers around the field. She took on any around the base of the shipping containers and others overwhelming Main and Wash. Mainly Wash.
North and York dropped into clusters of soldiers and took them out before running straight for Newbie's cell. South followed behind them taking out anyone in their way.
All Newbie could do while she was pressed under him was scream. She let a tear fall from her eye and thought of her friends praying they would rescue her but knowing the director would never let them come. And he'd never send anyone because he was a fucked up asshole who only cared about those who were at the top of his leader board.
When he was done he rolled off of her. He lay there for a moment. Just panting. She rounded on him while he was distracted. She would get revenge for what these creeps were doing to her.
Tuging hard and on her chains she wrapped them round his neck and pulled on then so tight his face went read and he struggled to free himself, it was over in less than a minute and his body went limp. She stabbed him him the side of the neck with his knife to make sure he was definitely dead before she unwrapped the chains and crawled back from him.
"I'm so sorry you had to die to protect me." New Hampshire said crawling over to the bigger soldier who had been stabbed was covered in dirt, her blond hair was dust filled and covered in grease, her once perfect body was covered in scars. The gunshot ones she got when she was younger and the new ones. She was missing five teeth on the right side of her mouth and one on the left. She'd lost all her fingernails and had stab wounds in her arms and a few in her legs. Not to mention they'd ll get infected because of all the dirt in them and all over the floor.
She pulled on her under armor and crawled back over to the bigger soldier. She pulled of his helmet. She was going to pay her respects to him for trying to save her and she was curious to see who he was. He looked up at her. Yes, he looked up at her and blinked.
"You're still alive!?"
"Barley." He said with a croak.
"How?"
"Oh I'm dying just slowly. Hey, don't cry." He said to her as tears welled up in her eyes. She held his hand in hers. "We're in a war, these things happen you know. I'm just glad I'm dying doing something good. And anyway you're the enemy anyway, why are you crying?"
"We're not enemies, you tried to save me. We're just two people in opposing armies. We're fighting for what we think is right." She said holding holding his had next to her cheek. Letting his hand cup her face.
He took her hand and put his dog tags in her hand. He closed her hand and held it shut with both hands. She kissed him on the forehead and closed his eyes. He died shortly after that. She silently prayed for him for a moment. Not something she personally believed in but it was a nice thing for a nice guy. Newbie crawled over the other side of the room as far away as her chains would reach, she brought her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them.
She swore she heard York and North's voices outside the wall behind her through the wall but her head told her it was probably just her imagination the wall was pretty thick anyway, how could she hear them? She'd pretty much given up on being rescued. At the end of the day someone was probably going to come and kill her.
She tried to stand up forcing herself to move and not lose her balance. She heard a small, faint beep before and massive explosion and the wall of Newbie's cell wall came flying over towards her in dust and chunks of brick.
Newbie rolled out of the way and put her hands on her head as she curled up in a ball over her knees. She screamed as more charges blew and half of the wall came crashing down on her. The bright sun came piercing through and burned Newbie's eyes. She squinted and was able to see two figured standing in the spot where the wall should be.
"You sure that's enough York?" North asked looking at the plastic explosives that had just been strapped to the wall.
"Oh yeah, this is enough alright." York said smugly. "These will go off and blow up about half of that wall. Then we throw 2 plasma grenades at the area we just hit and BOOM! We're in."
"Is that something you calculated or are you just guessing. Mr Locksmith."
"Uhhum let's just step back a minute and push this button and we'll find out if we need more." he said.
"Let's set off the explosives and stop what's going in there."
"Guys! GET DOWN!" York called to Maine, South and Wash. He pushed the big red button on his remote and the charges blew. As York predicted part of the wall blew up but not as he predicted, he blew up more than he'd meant. Part of the inner wall also blew up sending small chunks of brick and dust through. It wasn't enough to get anyone in or out though. York and North nodded at each other and threw the plasma grenades. The remainder of the wall burst inwards and out at them a mass of grey dust and red bricks flew everywhere. York and North ran back up to the hole in the wall to inspect it.
"Is that you Diana?" New Hampshire turned around to face the figures. Her ears were ringing and she was pretty sure one of them spoke to her. One stepped forward. She recognized him. Purple and green armor. North Dakota. The other figure came forward and looked through the bars of the door stepping over the scrawny soldier and he did so. He didn't see anything so he stepped back outside and called out to someone. She recognized the second figure to be York.
"Hey, Newbie, you're okay now." North said to her. "Hey Newbie...Hello?" North looked at her confused. "Newbie can you hear me?" She squinted at him and then began to cry. She couldn't hear what he was saying due to the ringing in her ears but she knew it couldn't be him.
"It's not you." She sobbed. "Why can't you just kill me?"
York looked at North. "She okay?"
York started keeping an eye on the outside. Wash came running inside and stopped as he nearly tripped over the debris. "Wash, could you grab her armor for me?"
"Sure, the director told me to bring a bag to carry it anyway. We were to get it no matter what happened to Hampshire. That's what he said." Wash explained pulling out a net bag and stuffed the armor into it.
"Oh and pass me her helmet." North asked Wash and he tossed it to him.
"N-no. This isn't real. It's a hallucination or something. I'm not going to give you the password."
"Newbie?"
"Just fucking kill me already. I'm not going to give you the password, it's over. It's no use, I'll never tell you."
"Uhhhhhh? What the hell is she talking about?" Wash asked North.
"I think she's just been tortured so much that she doesn't believe that this rescue mission is real." North took off his helmet. He touched her face and then he took her hand and let her touch his. "Newbie, this is real. I'm am here, we are here to rescue you." She nodded and squeezed his hand.
"Can we speed this up? We've got limited time." York said still watching the outside of the wall's hole. North looked back to Wash. "You got her armor all packed up?" He nodded. "Hey, what's that?" he asked when he noticed the trolley sitting in the corner of the room next to the dead body of the enemy soldier.
"A dead body one would assume." Wash said not seeing what North was talking about.
"No I know that. On the trolley beside, gross, is that Newbie's teeth?"
"Yeah that's brutal. Oh I see what you mean, it looks like they filmed the whole thing."
"That's sick." Wash took the camera and put it in the bag with her armor.
"Newbie, can you walk?" she nodded as she could kind of hear him now. She got up from her knees wincing as she got concrete dust in her finger wounds. She stood on her feet and the went to take a step forward but stumbled and would have fallen if North hadn't caught her. He handed her his pistol and told her to shoot the enemy. He put her helmet on her and then his own. She nodded and then he scooped her up in his arms.
"Oh shit. Wash! Hand North that bag and get out here with me! The enemy is coming here. North you just focus on getting Newbie out." North took the armor bag and slung it over his shoulder. Newbie put one hand around North's neck and took the safety off the pistol. He stepped out of the building and ran back to where they had been dropped. Maine, York, Wash and South covered that area while he ran Newbie occasionally shooting someone and then wincing as she hurt her wounds. When North got to the container pods Tex and Wyoming provided cover fire along with Carolina as he ran towards them. They had taken down the enemy that was there but more spilled that way as they followed North. They took care of it all and North strapped Newbie safely into a spot in the pelican and sat by her side the whole time. He followed the medical crew around the whole time they were with her and never left her side until they day she woke up.