Nothing's Broken-Chapter 4
So I bet you're itching to see the Team's fate, I am too to be honest. I always start with an idea of where I'm going, but I really don't know the details of the in-between things, I'm not really a rough draft or outline person so hopefully this works out okay. Trying to incorporate more Spike humor, how do you other awesome flashpoint fanfic writers do it? Might get a little unrealistic here, but do me a favor and suspend some disbelief. I don't own anything.
The first thing he heard was Greg yelling over the radio, even though Spike was standing right next to him, he heard it over the radio before anything else.
"Alpha Team, what's happening, are you guys hurt? Talk to me..." Greg motioned for Spike to follow him as he grabbed a gun from the trunk of one of the SUVs. "Alpha team, respond. Ed, Wordy...Lou, Jules, anyone come in? Sam do you have a visual?" Greg asked as he and Spike began running to the scene.
"Only partial. Wordy took the worst of it. He was blown about twenty feet, I can't tell if he's conscious. I don't see Jules or Ed, Lou is about seven feet from Wordy, he looks like he's coming around." Sam said as he looked through his binoculars. "I think it was a shape charge, it blew out the door, everyone braced to the wall except Wordy, he took the full force...Do you want me to come down Sarge?" Sam asked.
"Negative, you're Sierra 1 and right now you're our only eyes, keep looking for movement, we'll keep you updated and regroup once we check on everyone." Greg said hesitantly, they could have used the extra man but he couldn't afford to pull away all possible options. Spike ran a bit faster than Greg and made it to the cut out hole in the fence moments sooner, stepping through with ease. His heart was beating harder than ever from the adrenaline, the running, and the motivation to get to his team.
When they arrived Lou was shakily getting to his feet. He looked unharmed for the most part, a bit disoriented from the unexpected blast, small cuts on his face from where pebbles were blown up, but otherwise quickly understanding the severity of the situation. Spike picked up a discarded shield and quickly ran to check just within the doorframe, making sure no one was waiting to attack them. When he was sure he detected no movement, he went to check on Ed and Jules. Both were conscious, Jules looking much like Lou, shaken from the blast, small wounds from debris, but she clutched her arm as blood seeped between her fingers.
"Jules, let me see your arm." Spike said with authority. She, surprisingly, did not protest but she carefully removed her hand revealing a deep gash. Blood was readily pouring from the wound and Spike carefully tore part of the sleeve off her uniform and wrapped it. He told her to stay put as he moved towards Ed. He didn't seem to be as badly injured as Jules at first glance but when Spike stood back and looked down at Ed he saw that his ankle was stuck in an odd position, an impossible position, it was definitely broken. "How you doing Ed?" Spike asked as he tried to think of something to use as a brace.
"I'll be okay, how's everyone else?" He said through ground teeth, trying hard to keep his composure.
"Well Lou is fine and Jules has a bad gash in her arm. Wordy's still unconscious, the Boss is with him now." Spike said chancing a glance over at them. He say Greg say something to Lou and then he watched as Lou took off running, shakily at first, but then getting into stride.
"Help me up." Ed said as he tried to prop himself into a sitting position with his hands.
"Ed, you've got a broken ankle. Let me splint it first." Spike said trying to plead with the team leader.
"Fast." Was all Ed said as Spike began to use pieces of the blown apart door as a splint. Lou had just returned with a backboard and a neck brace. The area was still unsecured and paramedics were not being allowed in.
"How's it going over there Spike?" Greg shouted over, not turning.
"Ed's got a broken ankle, I'm almost done splinting it, Jules has a bad gash in her arm, good amount of blood loss." Spike began helping Ed up as a gunshot rang out in the building.
"Time to move!" Greg yelled out over his team. "Sam, tell me you saw the flash?" Greg asked as he strapped Wordy down to the backboard.
"Third floor, North facing wall, I'll try to get a better visual." He said, eyes glued to his binoculars.
"Good. Jules, help Ed, we're getting out of here." Greg said as he and Lou hoisted the board up and carefully carried Wordy to the hole in the fence. "Spike, don't go in alone, stay here, keep a shield, make sure the subject doesn't double back and get out this way. Lou and I will be back and then we'll move in." Greg said over the radio.
"Copy" Spike replied as he took up his post by the door, trying to see into the darkness of the building. After a few minutes, Spike was itching to do something, to expedite things. He grabbed the thermal sensors and took a look into the darkened room. Wordy had said that there were no signatures, but the door was rigged so it was probably also thick, and a second look couldn't hurt. He was scanning the room from the door, not daring step much further in after the blast. It didn't look like there were any more traps but he didn't want to be the one to find out. He had just finished his scan and was about to head back outside when a voice sliced through the dark silence.
"Excuse my manners Constable, won't you come in? I promise there are no more bombs or traps on the first floor. You understand the door, just some security of course." A deep male voice said from somewhere unidentifiable due to the echo of the empty building.
"Boss, he's talking, wants me to come in, promises no more surprises on the ground floor." Spike said quickly and quietly into his earpiece.
I intended for this and chapter 5 to be one chapter to sum up the call, but it took on a life of its own. Sorry for the awkward ending but didn't feel like changing anything to make it have closure this chapter.