Chapter 5: 'Run Lola Run'
Tomlinson ran like he had never run before, not even that time on vacation in Hawaii and he'd stumbled across the 'You got a big penis? We'll judge it for you' competition on Wikinky beach. Suffice to say he'd fled screaming.
However it was nothing to compare to the way he was running now. The camera was clutched tightly in his right hand, his left pumped by his side, as his lungs roared and the wind whipped at his face. He'd lost sight of Kash, but thought maybe he'd separated to make their get away safer. He didn't care, he was sure the evil demons were hot on his heels.
The Chinook. Tomlinson found an extra spurt of energy as he neared the large vehicle, jumping and clambering in to the cockpit in one swift move, throwing the camera onto the empty seat, slamming the large door shut, panting and gasping and generally feeling scared, sweaty and a little unfit. Never in all his days had he imagined such terror, such grotesque and ugly creatures, with such bad breath that it made him want to retch. As soon as Kash arrived, and they could fly back to base, he was being reassigned. The nice safe world of the mafia, of Russian spies and hostage situations where there were no literal hell beats – that sounded good to him.
Outside came a strangled roar, and it reminded Tomlinson of the dire situation.
He scrambled around under the dashboard, pushing aside the tissues, Harper's 'Copter Repair Manual', before he found the spare pistol. Checking to affirm it was loaded, he crept over to peer out the side window.
In contradiction to the horrific sound he'd just heard, Tomlinson saw no sign of any demons. The field seemed calm, the grass blowing gently in the warm summer breeze. He saw no evil creatures from hell, no dirty dealings, and…no Lieutenant Kash either.
Tomlinson frowned, and thought carefully. He had the camera, the keys and the helicopter. He was safely enclosed within several inches of thick, strong steel and metal, and he didn't even think those creatures from hell could get him. So why was he actively considering going back outside and looking for his Lieutenant?
"I am such an idiot" He muttered, as he quietly re-opened the door.
"Goourck1" Said a growling voice, before an arm whipped out and slit Solider Tomlinson's exposed throat.
Tomlinson slumped to the earth in front of his Chinook, his blood staining the brown soil, as he gargled his last few breaths. He lost consciousness soon after, but not before he looked up to see the non-suited demon slathering above him.
It muttered something incomprehensible and then, to Tomlinson's delirious ears, said
"…Cheese"
But the solider didn't have time to ponder over that, as he was too busy dying.
Tomlinson had never been very good at time management.
1) "Yes I agree. You wear silly socks you odd human creature. And now I will eat your brains"
Authors Note: It is common knowledge that Lawyer demons are particularly concise and manage to pack all sorts of insinuations into very few words. Translated using BabelDemon®