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Squall and Siefer both turned in time to see the blast of fire headed their way, via the Reflector that Koba was standing next to. Gunfire from Aegis and Jaspiro ensured that the unjunctioned Carrie, Rissite, and Andre wouldn't trouble them for quite some time. Winston had unholstered his grapeshot revolver and had already taken Spencer, Irvine, and Ellone down.
Rinoa's arms went up and from her hands dance sparks of magical lightning. The electricy was emitted unto Winston, only to be drawn in by the Reflector, and refracted amongst Rinoa and the SeeDs who hadn't run when the origional blast had been fired. Pollox, armed with a sawed-off shotgun, formerly concealed under his student uniform, waited in the next room, were the weapons were stored, to give a nasty surprise to any opposition. Kennsington let out a scream and charged at Aegis, who procceded to fire at his knees, disabling any further resistance from the SeeD.
Siefer opened his eyes, surprisingly unharmed. looking about the room he asked, "What the hell?"
"This is the business we'd had to attend to." Winston replied, reloading his revolver.
Clenching his fists, Siefer was reminded of the temper he'd not gotten over yet. swinging his left fist out, he backhanded the 63 year old Vamilte and rushed Koba, whose head slammed into the face of the Reflector. Three shots from Aegis proved to be too much for the former-SeeD, and Siefer fell, sliding down the Reflector's face and leaving a trail of blood.
Waking up in a hospital bed, Siefer waited for the haze to clear from his eyes. Good news was his family had the courtesy to treat his wounds, bad news was they hadn't had the courtesy to leave him unbound. Two pairs of shiny steel bracelets, each decorated with a small keyhole, made sure he stayed in the bed. Fortunately for Siefer, there was more good news. He'd been in this situation before and had done quite well with it.
He started to walk his legs backward in such a manner as to put him in a crouching position on the bed.Wincing at the slight reopening of the wounds in his stomach, he dropped his legs off the back of the bed. After a few seconds of turning his hands about in his shackles, he bent down to see the underlying metalwork of the bed. They were similar to the beds in Balamb Garden. All he needed to do now was kick the one supporting stand out from under the bed and he could work on getting out of those handcuffs.
Using the same manuver he'd applied during the countless times at Balamb when he'd been bound like this for some reason or another, usually after taking a beating from Squall or someone else, when he'd resisted medical treatment, Siefer grabbed the sides of the barely cushioned piece of sheetmetal and lifted his feet of the ground to deliver a powerful kick to the base, instanstly bending and snapping it from the floor. Holding the now mobile and matress-less bed in front of him, he scanned the area for keys. He'd found none. Not a scalpel or pick had been left in his presence. He'd have to resort to one of his least favorite unbinding methods.
Turning the bare framework bed onto it's side he proceded over to the counter. Lifting the bed over his head he brought the bed down upon his left thumb, which like the bed's stand, instantly fractured. It took all his will not to cry out, surely alerting a guard. He slid the hand out of it's brace and used his fore and middle fingers to pull the pin fron the top of the stand, separating it from the bed. He fiddled with the lock for a good five minutes before the lock finally yielded to his efforts. he walked his way around to a cabinet, which contained, vials of anesthesia and potion. He'd not have the time to use them now, so he settled on using medical tape to dress his thumb. not quite a cast, it was thick and would do for now.
He slowly opened the door out of the imfirmary with his good hand. Only a single guard, probably a lackey of that little bastard Pollox, stood between him and the dorms. Before the girl had reacted to the footsteps behind her Siefer had sent a flying kick to her cranium, rendering her unconcious. Retriving the small 9mm pistol from the girl's sholder-holster, Siefer sighed. Why did everyone have to get in his way? he stuffed the gun into the pocket opposite the medical supplies.
He headed towards the dorms, wondering what else misfortune would come across him. He chose a room that had a plaque reading Kinneas. He immediatley flinched as the cold draft of the air conditioned dormitory swept by his injuries. He noticed the Exeter propped up against the wall, as well as a bookcase riddled with books on Poetry, Marksmanship, and quite a few dictionarys and manuals. He took the time to use the items he'd obtained at the Infirmary.
He began injecting into his wrist a syringe filled with some anesthetic substance, and waited a bit before resuming the slapdash operation. With the numbing agent already taking effect, he manually placed the fractured phalange in it's proper alignment. He then applied one of the potions he'd gotten to his hand and reapplied the medical tape. He checked his torso next. three little holes, all in a perfect line, dotted his right side. He applied more anesthic, this time into his naval. He stiched the wound up, used a Hi-potion this time and wrapped new medical tape on this wound and over the old tape on his hand.
He was about to leave Irvine's domicile, when he noticed a suspicious looking document on the table next to a whistle that seemed to have been carefully crafted of clear, pure ice. He read up on the new method of junction and held the whistle in his hand. It had said to, instead of letting the GF contained enter your mind, focus on the essence of the GF and let it sink into your body. The whistle dissolved into thin air and surely enough, the knight had finally gotten Shiva.
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