It all happened within a second. The four men were taken down in a rush of
action. Marshall watched as Dixon and Will worked their magic. The last man
stood and watched in a daze as Dixon looked up at him. He was tying the
hands of the fourth man. Will approached this last standing man. As if
acting on instinct the guard pulled his gun and aimed it at Will. Dixon
swiftly kicked his legs out from under him, causing the man to send a spray
to bullets into the air.
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The gunshots seemed to break the silence in the air. Jack, Vaughn, and Irina sprung into action. Sark and Weiss came out of their hiding place. The rest of the guards in the room reached for their weapons.
Sydney was quickly pulled from her trance-like state. She stared at Sloane, before looking around. More gun shots ensued, and Sydney quickly went to pick up Emma. She cradled the baby in her arms as she searched the room for some kind of escape. She spun looking toward where the shots were fired. She could see Vaughn, gun drawn firing at on coming guards. Hundreds of rounds went off in a matter of seconds, sending spray throughout the warehouse. Miraculously, the bullets managed to stay clear of the large Circumference, though they ricocheted off of the ceiling, floor, and walls. Sydney kneeled to the ground protecting Emma, holding her close to her chest. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Dixon struggled for control of the gun. He and the guard rolled and scrambled on the floor, trying to overpower each other. Every few seconds the trigger would be squeezed causing another spray of bullets to fly haphazardly though the air. It wasn't long before one of these bullets struck it's target. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
She didn't feel it, as the bullet passed through her body. It was like a pin prick in her back and then a dull pain in her abdomen. The effects subsided quickly but she was totally stunned by what happened. She felt the wound, she could tell where it was, and what was happening. But it was suddenly gone. No pain, no feeling at all. It was like it never happened.
It wasn't until she felt the hands upon her that she was brought back to reality. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
He'd been carefully making his way toward her. Trying to dodge bullets, and stay out of sight. He'd left Jack and Irina fending for themselves as an onslaught of guards approached. Vaughn never let his eyes wonder from her crouched figure as he moved between various places of cover. His weapon drawn, but useless in his hand, the only thing that seemed to function properly was his feet.
He was not twenty feet from her when he saw it hit her. As if in slow- motion-replay, he saw the bullet enter her body, and a rush of blood come spurting out. He disregarded all thoughts to his own safety as he ran flat out to get to her. She shirt was soaked in blood, but she remained crouched.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to the ground. She remained curled up protecting the baby, but looked at him, her eyes wide with confusion.
"Sydney." He said above the racket of fighting and gunfire.
"Vaughn." She whispered.
"You've been shot, I have to..." He paused pulling the baby from her arms. Emma remained quiet as her father set her in his lap, and ripped at Sydney's shirt. It was soaked in blood, but as he lifted it to reveal the wound, he couldn't find it. She just stared at him, mesmerized. She didn't know what he was doing.
"You were shot, I saw it, the blood." He cried as she pulled herself into a sitting position.
"I'm alright." She said calmly. She looked down upon her blood stained shirt. "It has healed." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Sloane watched in horror as the scene unfolded before him. Shooting and fighting, gun fire was everywhere. It took him a moment before he realized that he could stop it all. He gazed out over the warehouse, or what he could see of it, and laughed. He pulled the small radio from his pocket, and ordered his men to stop fighting. It took a few moments but slowly the gunfire stopped and the fighting halted.
He scanned the room, seeing Jack and Irina emerging from where they were taking cover. He saw several bodies of his man sprawled out across the floor. He could see Sark and Agent Weiss looking around, utterly confused.
And then his eyes fell upon Sydney. She was covered in blood. Vaughn sat next to her trying desperately to find the wound. Sloane hands began to shake.
"This wasn't supposed to happen." He said to no one in particular. "This isn't right." He said rising to his feet. He stalked to where Sydney lay. "Sydney, this isn't the way it is supposed to be." He pleaded. "I don't know what is happening."
His desperate pleas and hysterical cries caused Sydney to turn toward him.
"It is over Sloane." She said quietly. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
They made their way to where Sydney sat. Wiping sweat from brows and holstering weapons, Jack, Irina, Sark, Will, Dixon, Weiss and Marshall, slowly walked from their various positions. They stopped just a few feet from where Sydney sat in between the two alters. They dismissed the corpse lying on one, and focused solely on the woman in the middle.
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"Sydney." Vaughn whispered. Sydney turned from Sloane to look at Vaughn. His face was contorted in grief. He gazed down to where their child lay motionless in his lap. He was stroking her small head. His tears falling upon her brow.
"Emma," Sydney called crawling toward them. "Emma," She yelled louder before reaching out to touch her child. "Vaughn?" She breathed. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The gunshots seemed to break the silence in the air. Jack, Vaughn, and Irina sprung into action. Sark and Weiss came out of their hiding place. The rest of the guards in the room reached for their weapons.
Sydney was quickly pulled from her trance-like state. She stared at Sloane, before looking around. More gun shots ensued, and Sydney quickly went to pick up Emma. She cradled the baby in her arms as she searched the room for some kind of escape. She spun looking toward where the shots were fired. She could see Vaughn, gun drawn firing at on coming guards. Hundreds of rounds went off in a matter of seconds, sending spray throughout the warehouse. Miraculously, the bullets managed to stay clear of the large Circumference, though they ricocheted off of the ceiling, floor, and walls. Sydney kneeled to the ground protecting Emma, holding her close to her chest. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Dixon struggled for control of the gun. He and the guard rolled and scrambled on the floor, trying to overpower each other. Every few seconds the trigger would be squeezed causing another spray of bullets to fly haphazardly though the air. It wasn't long before one of these bullets struck it's target. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
She didn't feel it, as the bullet passed through her body. It was like a pin prick in her back and then a dull pain in her abdomen. The effects subsided quickly but she was totally stunned by what happened. She felt the wound, she could tell where it was, and what was happening. But it was suddenly gone. No pain, no feeling at all. It was like it never happened.
It wasn't until she felt the hands upon her that she was brought back to reality. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
He'd been carefully making his way toward her. Trying to dodge bullets, and stay out of sight. He'd left Jack and Irina fending for themselves as an onslaught of guards approached. Vaughn never let his eyes wonder from her crouched figure as he moved between various places of cover. His weapon drawn, but useless in his hand, the only thing that seemed to function properly was his feet.
He was not twenty feet from her when he saw it hit her. As if in slow- motion-replay, he saw the bullet enter her body, and a rush of blood come spurting out. He disregarded all thoughts to his own safety as he ran flat out to get to her. She shirt was soaked in blood, but she remained crouched.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to the ground. She remained curled up protecting the baby, but looked at him, her eyes wide with confusion.
"Sydney." He said above the racket of fighting and gunfire.
"Vaughn." She whispered.
"You've been shot, I have to..." He paused pulling the baby from her arms. Emma remained quiet as her father set her in his lap, and ripped at Sydney's shirt. It was soaked in blood, but as he lifted it to reveal the wound, he couldn't find it. She just stared at him, mesmerized. She didn't know what he was doing.
"You were shot, I saw it, the blood." He cried as she pulled herself into a sitting position.
"I'm alright." She said calmly. She looked down upon her blood stained shirt. "It has healed." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Sloane watched in horror as the scene unfolded before him. Shooting and fighting, gun fire was everywhere. It took him a moment before he realized that he could stop it all. He gazed out over the warehouse, or what he could see of it, and laughed. He pulled the small radio from his pocket, and ordered his men to stop fighting. It took a few moments but slowly the gunfire stopped and the fighting halted.
He scanned the room, seeing Jack and Irina emerging from where they were taking cover. He saw several bodies of his man sprawled out across the floor. He could see Sark and Agent Weiss looking around, utterly confused.
And then his eyes fell upon Sydney. She was covered in blood. Vaughn sat next to her trying desperately to find the wound. Sloane hands began to shake.
"This wasn't supposed to happen." He said to no one in particular. "This isn't right." He said rising to his feet. He stalked to where Sydney lay. "Sydney, this isn't the way it is supposed to be." He pleaded. "I don't know what is happening."
His desperate pleas and hysterical cries caused Sydney to turn toward him.
"It is over Sloane." She said quietly. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
They made their way to where Sydney sat. Wiping sweat from brows and holstering weapons, Jack, Irina, Sark, Will, Dixon, Weiss and Marshall, slowly walked from their various positions. They stopped just a few feet from where Sydney sat in between the two alters. They dismissed the corpse lying on one, and focused solely on the woman in the middle.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Sydney." Vaughn whispered. Sydney turned from Sloane to look at Vaughn. His face was contorted in grief. He gazed down to where their child lay motionless in his lap. He was stroking her small head. His tears falling upon her brow.
"Emma," Sydney called crawling toward them. "Emma," She yelled louder before reaching out to touch her child. "Vaughn?" She breathed. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++