She didn't wake. She never moved apart from the steady rise and fall of her chest.
"She's needs a doctor." Bria said, Devon armed with a rifle, following her every movement.
"I don't need you telling me what she needs." Buck snapped, taking his usual seat by Berks' side.
"She's right." York said, leaning against the wall and checking his pistol. "Berks isn't gonna last long without proper medical help."
Buck stayed silent. He knew they were right. But the same thing played on everyone's mind.
How the hell were they going to get her to a hospital?
"Still nothing, huh?" Vicky said, her dark hair a mess and her clothes put on hurriedly as she stepped into the main cavern.
"Uh, no, Vicky, why are you still here?" Devon asked.
"Good morning to you too." She frowned. "Could say the same to you, you know."
"Yeah, but don't you have other contracts and-"
"Good morning, all!" Glo greeted, a big grin on his face with his hair and clothes a mess too.
"You're particularly cheery this morning." York observed.
"Yeah..." Devon narrowed her eyes. "Oh shit."
"I told you to give it a while before you followed me out, dammit." Vicky hissed and Glo shrugged.
"Well that explains a lot." Bria nodded.
"Glo, what have I said about sleeping with colleagues?" York sighed.
"Only Buck can do it and no one likes me anyway."
"Good boy."
"You realise that the only way we can help Berks is to bring a doctor to her." Vicky said, brushing her pixie cut with her fingers.
"Oh yeah, that's going to work, fugitive Freelancers, breaking into a hospital to kidnap a few doctors to help a girl in a coma." Devon shook her head. "Our bounty just goes up."
"It's not a bad idea." Buck shrugged.
"What?"
"It's our only option." He said, standing. "If we don't, Berks will die."
"Look, I don't want that to happen anymore than you do," Devon said, "but this is crazy!"
"And the last time you talked us into something insane, Devon nearly died and Berks is... Well, this." York waved a hand in Berks direction.
"Fine, I won't go with you." He folded his arms.
"You didn't go with us last time." Devon pointed out. "You just turned up with Berks in your arms and told us to jump off the roof."
"Yeah, well..."
"It is our only option though." Vicky stated, pulling on her flight suit. "I can take you there with a cloak over the plane, you all get to a meet up point, I'll turn it off so you know where to go, as soon as everyone's on, I turn it on again. We get away and nobody notices anything."
"Ah, c'mon are we really doing this?" Devon complained as her brother came into the cavern.
"What's up?" Dorset asked, noting his sister's discontented expression.
"They're planning a hospital raid." She grumbled.
"What do we need to do?"
"Dorset?!"
"Look, Dev, we're not going to get anywhere arguing with Buck."
"Says you," Chester said, walking in. "You had quite the opinions the other day after the Command infiltration."
"My sister nearly died, I wasn't going to just let it go."
"What if I nearly die again?" Devon asked.
"Then I'll kill Buck." Dorset smiled patting him on the shoulder.
"I'll keep that in mind." Buck said, raising an eyebrow.
"So, the plan is, I take you lot to the hospital-" Vicky began but Buck cut her off.
"Not all of us." He said. "Someone's got to stay behind to look after Berks."
"I'll do it." Devon said. "There'll be no chance of me dying like an idiot and then making Dorset kill you and I've got to stay here for Bria anyway."
"No, Bria comes with us." Buck declared.
"What? Why?"
"I can't leave here here. If there's a chance to kill Berks, she'll take it."
"Looks like we're all going after all." Bria grinned and nudged Devon who gave her a deadly glare. "Us girls stick together, right?"
"Shut up."
"Wight and Glo will stay here and the rest of us will head up."
"Why do I stay behind?" Glo demanded.
"We can't have you distracting the pilot now, can we?" Vicky blew him a kiss and he grumbled, reluctantly catching it and folding his arms like a sulking child.
"Right, let's get a move on then!" Buck clapped his hands together and ushered everyone to get dressed.
"I'll get the plane, be back in a mo!" Vicky mock saluted and jogged off.
Wight was the last to wake and so, sleepy eyes and bedraggled, he wandered into the cavern where everyone but Glo were suiting up and checking the ammo for their weapons.
"Uh... What...?" He yawned.
"Don't worry about it, mate." Chester said. "Go back to bed."
"Okay." He nodded and wandered back the way he came.
"Take care of them both, okay?" Buck said. "We've already got one comatose, I don't like the chances of having two."
"Gotcha." Glo nodded as Vicky pulled in with her plane and the Freelancers boarded.
"Later!" They called and Glo waved the off.
The plan rippled and vanished in the sky. The engine faded to nothing but a breeze as it neared the hospital.
"I picked up some lab coats." Vicky said to Buck who sat beside her in the front of the plane. "They're in the back."
"Disguises instead of armour? I don't like those odds."
"You're going to look a hell of a lot less suspicious if you look like everyone else there. They'll be looking for Freelancers. Not doctors."
"Fine." He said.
Buck climbed into the back of the plane, calling the rest of the team to dress in the lab coats and scrubs provided.
"Should I change or am I being stupid just asking?" Bria said bitterly, practically pushed aboard by Buck.
"Yep." He said and she tilted her head, unsure of what he was saying yes to. "As in, 'yep, you're being stupid'."
"Well thanks for clearing that up." She sighed.
"No problem. You'll be staying with Vicky when we go in."
"So I'll be being babysitted?" Bria grumbled.
"I think the correct term is 'babysat' but yeah, basically."
"Oh, joy of joys..." Bria grumbled as she stomped up to the cockpit and away from the other Freelancers.
"Where does Vicky get this all from?" Dorset questioned, adjusting the stethoscope around his neck after he rummaged around the outfits in a conspicuous crate.
"I think she deals in the black market." York said.
"That does not surprise me." Devon shook her head. "Hey, I think these are a little small, is there anything left?"
The guys looked up to see Devon in tight fitting scrubs, trying and failing to cover the skin she was showing.
"Uuh..." Chester mumbled, eyes fixed on her.
"Chester!" Dorset punched his arm and he snapped back to his senses.
"No, there's nothing else." Buck shook his head. "Dorset and York got the lab coats and Chester and me got the male scrubs."
"Damn." She frowned, tugging the top of the shirt up, only to reveal her toned belly.
"Chester..." Dorset warned as he noticed his eyes slyly drifting to Devon's body.
"Sorry."
"Right, we're nearing the hospital!" Vicky called back. "Get ready to disembark!"
The plane came into land and the Freelancers slipped out, making their way into the hospital grounds. Vicky had provided ID cards, attached to their coats and scrubs, so they swiped the cards by the door and simply walked in. It was going well.
"Okay, me and Chester are gonna grab that doctor there," Buck pointed to a blonde haired young man, chart in hand, strolling by the patients. "Devon, get that guy," he signalled to an older doctor with glasses and greying hair. "Dorset and York, get that girl." Buck nodded to a tall woman, a pen tucked behind her ear as she smiled and chatted to a patient, a dress under her coat.
"Aw, damn, I wanted the girl." Chester groaned.
"Shut up." Buck said.