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The small army that surrounded Gatlocke was larger and looked better equipped than Gatlocke's men. They had tanks, helicopters, and considerably faster vehicles. There would be no way to outrun them. If it was just himself, Six would have fought to the death. But Holiday was with him. He would not risk her life. It galled him to let Holiday be taken captive but better prisoner than dead.
Gatlocke watched smugly with his arms on his hips as the men took Six and Holiday away.
"Okay blokes. I delivered the good doctor just like I promised." He addressed the man wearing all gray.
The gray man turned angrily to Gatlocke. "Delivered? Funny, from where I stood it looked like you lost her. If we hadn't shown up, you would have delivered squat."
Gatlocke's eyes narrowed but his smirk remained. "You say toe-may-toe, I say ta-ma-toe." He answered flippantly. "I got her to the general vicinity. Now pay up."
"You are one of the most incompetent mercs I have ever had the misfortune of meeting." He spat back. He pulled an envelope from his gray jacket and tossed it disdainfully toward Gatlocke who pulled it out of the air.
Gatlocke opened it and thumb through the contents. He looked up, his smirk diminished slightly. "I think there's been a mistake. This is half of what I was promised."
"You're lucky I don't end you right here." The man snarled. "If it was up to me, I wouldn't have given you a bloody dime. But my employer is more generous. Now get out of my sight!"
"Not till I get my full payment!" Gatlocke planted his feet firmly on the ground and crossed his arms.
Guns from gray man's soldiers immediately pointed at Gatlocke's head.
Gatlocke with a bored look on his face glanced from side to side. "Oooo, why didn't you say you were busy? Well, then we'll be in touch." Gatlocke slowly backed away under the man's glare.
The man in gray watched as he walked to the jeep. He tapped the top of the hood and the vehicle drove off.
"Idiot." He muttered under his breath as he turned to Holiday. A small sadistic smile played on his lips. "Well, well, the great Dr. Holiday. A pleasure." He gave a slight bow.
"The pleasure is all yours, I'm sure. And who do I have the dishonor of addressing?" Holiday asked coldly.
"You may call me Gris. My employer is very anxious to meet you. Let's not keep her waiting." He motioned to his men.
"What about him?" One of the soldiers pointed to Six.
Gris gave a cursory glance. "Take his weapons and bring him along. We'll see if she has any use Providence's second-in-command."
Restraints were placed on Six and Holiday's wrists while they were lead to a transport. They were pushed into the back as several soldiers followed them. After the prisoners were secured, the entourage pulled away.
0o0
While White Knight organized the search for Holiday and Six, Rex snuck off by himself. He went to his room. Bobo was lying in his hammock just as he hoped. "Bobo, we have a job to do."
Bobo pushed his fez off his face back onto his head. "Yeah, chief? Whatcha got?"
"We have to find Six and Holiday asap." Rex said.
"Why, what happened to Green Bean?" Bobo asked sitting up.
"They've been taken by some crazies." Rex proceeded to tell Bobo what he knew.
Bobo scratched under his armpit. "Hmm, looks like they might be in a pickle. Well, they're not going to save themselves." He hopped out of the hammock.
"I knew I can count on you." Rex said with approval.
"That's what a sidekick's for." Bobo grabbed his blasters. "Where to, chief?"
"I have a hunch…" Rex said with a glint in his eye.
0o0
The fact that this Gris character knew so much about him worried him. How did he know he was Providence's second? Very few people outside of Providence knew his position. Mentally he shook his head. It was something he would have to worry about later. Right now he had to find a way to free himself and Holiday.
Six sat on one side of the transport on a shallow bench. Holiday sat opposite him.
Six sized up the soldiers on either side of him. They both carried large plasma rifles. Holiday had only one soldier sitting next to her. It would be difficult for him to take out both his guards without the other one getting the drop on him. The back wasn't big and the distance between them small. The guards also were not a hodge podge of undisciplined thugs. They looked to be highly trained fighters who knew what they were doing. He needed the other soldier to be distracted long enough for him to take them out.
As he was trying to form a plan, Holiday suddenly doubled over.
"Oooo, my stomach." She wailed. The soldier sitting next to her looked confused. The two soldiers on either side of Six were equally puzzled. "Ooooo, I… I… need help!" She gasped. For a second Six was concerned about Holiday until he caught her eye.
"Please help me…" Holiday held out a hand to the soldier to the left of Six. She sounded so pitiful that the soldier actually started getting up to check on her. That's when Six elbowed the guard on his right in his throat. He crumpled to the ground. By the time the soldier on his left realized what was happening, Six had karate chopped him on the back of his neck. Meanwhile Holiday kicked the rifle from her guard's hand. She then gave him an uppercut. His head snapped back but he was not knocked out. He came after her, but Six finished him off with a fist to the face.
Holiday knelt down next to the unconscious guard and pulled out some keys. She unlocked her cuff and then went free Six.
"Thanks." Six said.
Holiday nodded and took Six's hands to examine them. She had noticed the bandages only after they had restrained them but she was unable to do anything about it. "What happened?"
"Nothing." Six replied trying to pull away. He stopped once Holiday glared him.
"Good grief, Six. I can almost see the bone!" She realized how shrill she sounded. She asked in a kinder tone. "Does it hurt?"
"I don't feel much." Six answered.
Holiday bit her lip. "That's a bad sign. You may have damaged some nerves. We need to get you back to Providence so I can treat all your wounds."
"I'm working on it." Six said.
Just as he finished talking, an explosion rocked the transport. Holiday and Six were tossed to the side as the transport tipped and rolled over. Holiday shut her eyes and braced herself as she bounced around the interior. When transport finally came to the stop, Holiday realized she was lying on top of Six. She quickly got up trying to hide her blush as she helped him up.
"Are you okay?" She asked not looking at him.
Six didn't answer. He gingerly stepped over the bodies of the unconscious guards. He then unexpectedly swung his leg and broke down the transport's doors.
Taking a peek outside, he took stock of the chaos.
"Nobody stiffs, Gatlocke!" Six saw Gatlocke standing on top of the tank firing at various targets.
Six pulled his head back in.
"Looks like we've got a diversion." Six noted.
Holiday poked her head out. "He's out of his mind." She looked back unbelieving at Six.
"Use it to our advantage." Six grabbed her hand. Making sure that their enemies were preoccupied with each other, he pulled Holiday across to an abandoned jeep.
They almost made it before Six felt Holiday pulled from his grip. He spun around only to be kicked in the chest. An explosion of pain hit him as he realized he had been struck in his blaster burn. Six struggled to push himself up to see Gris holding with Holiday.
"Sorry, to grab and go. But I have an appointment to keep." Gris smirked as a car pulled behind him. The back door opened. He pushed her in where another man waited to restrain her. Gris hopped in after. Six, whose body was racked with pain, crawled for the car. As the car started moving he gripped the door and tried to pull it open. A shock ripped through his body and he dropped to the floor. Looking up, he saw the car speed away.
"Holiday." He whispered before blacking out.
Dear goodness, this took me forever to write. Sorry, I wrote myself into a box and then tried to think of a way out. It finally came to me a few nights ago but I had papers to grade and lessons to write so it took me awhile to get to it. Like I said I know how I want it to end. I just have to get through the middle part. Hope you're still with me. Thanks to everyone who's still reading. Please go read and support the other people on this fandom. Keep Gen Rex alive!
