The Line We Walk
Ch.7
Pt:3
Tucker hated guard duty, especially in moments like these. His back was being cooked by the sun, and his cheek was slowly melding to the stock of the sniper rifle he was using.
Watching the yard was pretty simple, all of the smart thugs were hidden out of sight. The rest lay baking in the sun, with bullet holes in them.
Tucker caught a flash from a position parallel from him. He moved his scope to the spot, and looked through his scope.
Sal saw that Tucker had gotten his signal, and watched as he pulled his rifle in his direction. When he was sure that Tucker could see him, he raised his hand with all five fingers extended. 'Five minutes, then were going in, screw getting Ranger Jackson.' Friends don't get le
ft behind, Sal thought to himself.
Suddenly Sal caught something in his peripheral that caught his attention. His eye slipped back to his scope, and he started watching the prison yard again.
He began to believe that it was nothing, until he caught the sight of Six poking his head out of the door leading to the prison block.
Sal let loose a sigh of relief.
Sunny watched as Six slid slowly back into the building, then locked the door. "It's all quiet out there, the rest of them must be in the Administration building what we should do is-" "Six what the hell was that earlier." Sunny interjected arms crossed eyes defiant. Six made an attempt to lie but Sunny caught him mid stammer. "This has something to do with that visit to Dr. Usanagi I know that much." She said closing the distance between them. "Sunny, I his the truth from you, and for that I apologize. It's my heart, the doc said if my heart rate gets too high it will seize." Six said letting his tiredness creep onto his face.
Sunny stood, looking at the man she had thought had no bounds. Now a weary man with a bad heart, it hurt her deep down to see him this way.
Before she could say anything Six was moving towards the door again. "Come on Sunny, let's finish this we've got to get to that building." Sunny nodded meekly, and fell in behind him. "W-wait what about me?" The Fiend pleaded, looking at them. "Don't worry about it if we live we'll come back and you'll go to jail. If we die your friends should come and get you." Six said matter of factually, then opened the door.
The stretch from the Cell Blocks to the Administrative Building looked like a mile to Sunny. She could feel a chill crawling down her spine, even in the heat of the wasteland sun. She watched Six's head twist and turn, always watching the watchtowers. Occasionally Sunny would pick up the shining of a scope on the hill above them, whether it was Tucker or Sal she couldn't tell.
Finally after what felt like hours of cautious stalking they finally made it to the front door.
Six fished around in his bag until he found a time bomb. "What the hell are you doing?" Sunny asked eying the bomb wearily. Six didn't look up from his task. "Well we're not gonna knock Sunny, the more we can surprise them the better chance we have at getting out alive."
He said moving towards the door. "Wait!" Sunny said grabbing his arm. "What is it Sunny?" She grinned ruefully you got any more of those charges?" She asked. "Yea, why?" Six responded. "Why go through the front door when we can go through the wall?" She asked, grin widening. "You know what Sunny, you're getting pretty good at this." Six said digging through his bag for more charges.
Tycho paced about the room like a caged animal, she hated waiting... for anything. The men and women around her squirmed with anxiety, Tycho had a reputation for lashing out at those around her when impatient. She was considering chewing the ear off of the fiend to her right when there was a knock at the door.
The room was immediately silenced with the quiet that came before the business hit the fan.
Seconds fell away with nary a sound, then a voice rang out from behind the door. "This is the Mojave Highway Patrol, you are all squatting on government property. Please surrender now, and drop your guns." The voice said muffled by the thick wooden door. Tycho snorted like a bull that had seen red and moved to the front of the door. "Come and get it pigs!" She screeched, the crowd whooped and hollered. Tycho motioned for the group to quiet down, after most of the commotion had died down Tycho turned her ear to the door eagerly waiting for a response. Finally she heard the same muffled voice, "Yeah, up yours too buddy!" Then Tycho's world exploded.
The back wall disintegrated and filled the room with dust. Half the men and women collapsed either from busted eardrums or bits of concrete and rebar in them. It wasn't seconds before bullets poured into the crowd knocking down anyone left standing. The front door buckled as six came rushing in guns ready. Sunny was already among the wounded disarming anyone who tried to fight. Six walked through the crowd until he came across the woman called Tycho, with metal pricings in the shape of spikes in the fetal position with a bleeding ear and a swollen eye socket.
He leaned over her "We need to talk." He said, giving her a hard look. She responded with a bloody glob of mucus in Six's face. Six pulled a dirty rag from his pocket and wiped away the mess, he quickly grabbed Tycho, and stuffed to rag in her mouth . "We'll talk later then." He said, and walked off to check the rest of the crowd, leaving a pissed off Tycho in his wake.
Along the long 15
Tobias was on his way to the Boss's tent, as he walked he admired the uniformity of the men. Passing the armour tent, he was pleased to see the suit hanging off their maintenance rigs as their operators were busy checking the servos, looking for cracks in the composite plating, and leaks in the hydraulic lines. Anyone who gains the privilege to don the Boss's power armour didn't get there by accident, only the most ruthless made it that high up the food chain.
The Boss's tent was surprisingly cool for such a hot day, and as always he was sitting behind his desk. Slowly he looked up from the terminal he was using, and eyed Tobias. "Mr. Tobias, I hope you come with good news?" He questioned, Tobias flinched from his bearing gaze. "Our scouts report that Tycho crew at the prison have been either killed or captured." He said eyes glued to the ground. The Boss lifted his huge frame from his chair, and stalked with an animal like grace toward Tobias; until he was staring down the smaller man. "And Tycho herself, was she captured?" He rumbled. "Reports are unclear sir, but-." Tobias was lifted off the ground, the Boss held him in one hand. Tobias squeaked, and spluttered as his ribs groaned from the strain of the Boss's powerful grip."Whether Tycho is alive or dead is of no importance , but what is important is the image of Tycho's defeat sends to our enemies. It will embolden them, the only thing to do now is to send a message and fix the problem wouldn't you agree?" The Boss said lowering Tobias to within eye height, Tobias nodded his head vigorously. "I'm glad we can come to an agreement." He said tossing Tobias to the ground, and returning to the desk. "Please sir allow me the privilege, to exact revenge on those who fight against you." Tobias spluttered slowly returning to his feet. " Mr. Tobias, I wouldn't have it any other way." The Boss chuckled, then he returned to his typing.
