Angela plucked up the courage to raise her head from the floor just enough to see Booth. He kicked his gun away in order of the man pointing a gun at him. Angela was so scared that tears run down her face. The men with guns cornered all of them to lean against the forensic platform. They were sitting in a row and images of execution flashed through Ange's mind. She was now right next to Booth and she leaned against him slightly searching for security. Camille sat on his other side looking almost as scared as Ange, but she also seemed angered. "What the hell is this?" She asked from Booth who focused on just staring at the gunmen.
Booth disregarded Cam's question and kept an eye on every gesture the gunmen did. His sniper instincts made him do so. He looked for any weak links, anything that would signal what will happen. He was worried; the gunmen didn't wear masks. They didn't care whether they would be able to recognize them. The men didn't signal any weakness; they weren't seemingly nervous, they were on top of things. This was a planned hit. Well planned. The men had walky-talkies and some sort of transmitters in their ears. Same kind as many government agents had. Two men were guarding Booth and the others. They didn't move or talk. They only stared at them and pointed their rifles at them like there wouldn't be anything else left in the world but them. They were seemingly well trained and they had only one mission in the crew. They were there to guard the hostages. No matter what would happen between the other men behind them, they would just keep their eye on the hostages. The other gunmen talked something with lowering voices and Booth was desperate to hear what it was.
Suddenly the entrance doors flew open. Two more gunmen came in dragging two people against the floor. Booth's eyes grew wide as he saw that the two people being dragged were Bones and the man who had run away with her. He saw Brennan twitch and struggle but it didn't seem to have any effect on the strong man dragging her. Brennan's struggling seemed weak, she was tired. Soon Booth saw why as the man dragging her threw her in front of Booth, Angela, Jack, Cam and Zach, straight on the shards of the skylight window. Brennan didn't even have the strength to raise her head from the wet, shard covered floor. Her face was filled with wounds and blood. The skin of her knuckles was broken. She had fought. She had fought a lot. Brennan could barely keep her eyes open as they had started to swell. She looked at Booth with tired look. She had given up. Come one Bones. You can't just give up.
Every bone of Brennan's body was hurting. The glass shards on the floor pressed against her cheek and arms. Her mouth was filled with the irony taste of blood. Every move she made hurt, even breathing hurt. Thinking hurt. She was so tired that she wanted to just close her eyes and never open them again. She looked at Booth whose face expression was weird, like he would have wanted to tell her something. Brennan was too tired to try to figure out what it would have been. From the corner of her eye she saw one man dragging Jasiri away, heading towards the stairs. Brennan was too tired to do a thing. She closed her eyes thinking she would rest just for a second, even though her brains told her this wasn't a good sign.
Suddenly one of the men pulled her head up. Brennan's eyes flew open surprised. "Nice to see you again, Doctor Brennan." One of the gunmen said releasing his hold of her. She managed to keep herself sitting and she looked at the man talking to her. He looked slightly familiar. Brennan dug his name from her memories. "Charlie." She finally said. "No, not Charlie. He is dead, I'm sure you remember his death." The man said grinning. "I'm his brother dearest." He said with angered tone and let the smile melt from his face. Brennan remembered the painful memory as Charlie's brother stared at her. Suddenly the man kicked her in the abdomen as hard as he could. Brennan felt struck of incomprehensible pain as the kick hit a place where the other guy had hit her too. Brennan cramped from the pain hunching her upper body. She coughed intensively.
Angela watched Brennan get hurt. It made her feel sick. She saw Brennan curl up from the pain and cough like it would have been hard for her to breathe. In Angela's horror she was coughing blood. Every time Brennan coughed blood ran down from her mouth. Then the guy who had kicked her signalled something to two guys who immediately took their places on both sides of Brennan. They picked her up and dragged her away from the sight. They carried her up the stairs and they disappeared around the corner that lead to an aisle. That aisle would lead them deeper inside the hallways of Jeffersonian making it impossible for Angela to figure out where they were taking her friend.
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Yeah, it took me a while to update. It was due to the exam week I talked about earlier. But now I'm gonna try update more often. This chapter is a bit shorter than usual but be patient. I just wanted to give you at least something to give ease on the waiting. So, enjoy.