Molly readjusted the shoulder of her med kit as she glanced down at her hand held GPS. As she mentally calculated how much longer it would take before she reached the wreckage, the steady beat of a helicopter rotors reached her ears.
"Oh, hell," she grimaced. That cannot be good. Molly quickened her pace.
She broke out of the woods just as the helicopter rose, spreading dust. Molly counted out the black masses on the ground. Gunnar, Christmas, Hale, Toll, Barney...Oh, Christ-
Molly had never run so fast.
Her lungs burned by the time she reached Billy, lying on his back, blood gushing from his gut.
"I leave you f*cking assholes for nine goddamn months!" she seethed, tearing open a gauze packet with her teeth.
"Booker-?!"
"Any of you know his blood type?" Molly demanded, already yanking out a plasma drip. "Cut open his shirt. I can't see a damn thing," she ordered.
"Molly, stomach wounds-"
"Barney Ross, these next few minutes are critical. So, either you help me, or stand back," That was the first time Barney Ross was actually intimidated by Molly Booker
She looked capable of anything at that moment, with her healed scar and cold, distant eyes. She meant business, and that was for damn certain.
"Keep him talking. Don't let him pass out. Hold that up," Molly passed off the plasma to Hale.
In the cold, Albanian field, Molly operated on Billy with only the supplies in her field kit. Barney couldn't help but be impressed with how cool she kept, even when Billy started to fade.
"Hey!" Molly snarled, slapping his face, "I did not waste all this time on you for you to up and die! Now, focus!"
For over four hours, she worked on him, ordering Gunnar and Christmas to hold up flashlights when the light began to fade.
After she smoothed the clean gauze bandage over his stomach, she sunk back onto the ground, running a blood covered hand through her hair.
"Shit," she breathed, closing her eyes.
"He gonna be ok?" Barney asked stiffly, looking down at her. Molly let out a long, shaky breath through her mouth.
"Yeah. Not out here, though. I've gotta get him back to my step ma's house. I left the jeep a few miles away."
"What the hell are you even doing here?" Christmas asked.
"My dad's got a cabin. Family lives there. I've been here the last nine months. What did those guys get away with?"
All eyes turned to the new girl. Maggie ducked her head.
"I can't-"
Before Barney could even say anything, Molly was on her feet and her face was inches from Maggie's.
"Church put this team in danger. Billy nearly died. Now, what the hell were you after?!" Molly spat. Maggie, to her credit, didn't flinch from the taller woman.
"It's military grade plutonium, left over from the Cold War."
Molly spun on her heel, cursing and spitting. "How much?!" she demanded. Maggie lowered her eyes.
"Sweetheart, I ain't in the f*cking mood to-"
"Five tons," Maggie said swiftly.
"Who was the man that was in the helicopter, Barney? Did he have a Belgian accent and a tattoo on his neck?" Molly turned her blazing eyes to the leader. She had a bad feeling in her stomach.
"Yeah."
Molly swore again.
"What, you know him?" Christmas scoffed.
"His name is Vilain, he runs the Sang. They terrorize all the villages in the area. They're like a crime syndicate. He's the last person you'd want to have five tons of plutonium," Molly said viciously.
Barney pinched the bridge of his nose.
"How the hell did you even find us?" Christmas asked breathlessly. Molly was supporting the other end of the roughly made stretcher. Billy was still passed out.
"Church. He called and said you boys may need some help. I'm glad I came," Molly said grimly, her eyes trailing over Billy critically. "Help me get him to my step ma's house and then you can take the jeep to get the guns," Molly stated.
It only took forty five minutes to drive back up into the mountains. The hike up the path was not one Molly would care to repeat, not while lugging Billy around in a stretcher.
A pale Dana greeted them at the door.
"Molly, what has happened?"
"Dana, this is Lee Christmas and Billy Timmons. They're part of the Expendables. They've pissed off the Sang," Molly said, out of breath.
Dana stood aside so they could carry Billy into the cabin.
Christmas helped Molly put Billy onto her mattress.
"I'll find you guys when he's out of the woods," Molly murmured to Christmas as she hooked up an IV drip.
Christmas glanced to Dana, who was hovering in the doorway.
"Yeah. I'll tell Barney. It was nice meeting you, ma'am," Christmas touched two fingers to his brow in a loose salute.
Dana nodded and smiled thinly.
"Lolly, Mama told me to bring you supper," Adrian said in his broken English, carefully holding a dinner plate out to his older sister.
"Thanks, hon," she said softly, shifting in her seat. She had set up a sleeping bag against one of the gun safes so she could sit against it and keep an eye on Billy, who still occupied her bed.
Chinook was curled up next to her. "Go and eat your supper, Adrian," she told the boy gently. He nodded once and scampered off.
Molly set the plate in her lap and realized her hands were still coated with Billy's dried blood. She stood on shaky legs and put the food up before going to the bathroom to shower.
Molly scrubbed her hands until they were raw and there were no traces of blood to be found.
John Booker was pacing the room when she returned, dressed in loose, gray flannel pants and a white thermal.
"Dad," she was surprised.
"Hey, Marie. You ok?" his eyes were concerned. She shrugged limply.
"You back for good?" she hadn't seen her father since she had arrived in Albania.
"Ariana Donner won't be bothering us anymore," he promised firmly. The scar on Molly's face twinged with a pain long past.
"Dad, Barney and the others are going after Vilain," she said.
"I know. Dana told me."
"Will you help them?"
"Molly, you know I work alone-"
"Dad, please. I won't be able to leave Billy for another twenty four hours, but I have a feeling they're going to need help. I can't leave them hanging."
John Booker sighed heavily. He had not been there for his daughter for most of her childhood. How could he refuse her this?
"Alright, Marie. I'll check in on them."
She hugged him tightly.
A/N: Special thanks to everybody who has reviewed and followed! (Seriously, they motivate me to write this!) and a shout out to Mopargirl1, for just being awesome ;)