Shalimar and Emma worked their way closer and closer to the bunker. So far Shal could make out ten agents on patrol around the perimeter. Emma told her that another twenty agents were inside and there were about four people that they could trust.
Piece of cake.
Shal smiled, the first two agents were coming up. She was going to enjoy this.
The two agents went down way to easily for Shalimar's liking. She barely got to brake their jaws. But that didn't matter now; she still had eight agents to go before she could reach Jesse.
"Matt, Kevin, do you copy? Matt, Kevin?"
Shalimar smiled from the place she crept, two more agents were coming their way. However, Emma got to them first. Such a gentle way to put tem down, but it would have to do. Six agents to go, and by now, their presence will be suspected. They had to act fast.
The two girls split apart, Emma heading left, Shalimar heading right. They'd met on the other side where they could get in.
It took Shal less then five minuets to make it around, taking out five agents in the process. Emma came up a minuet after her with that 'I kicked ass' smile on her face. "Ready?" Shal asked, and Emma nodded. "Let's go get the boys."
"What do you mean? Jesse can't walk, I'm sure as hell not letting him do anything else…." Brennan started.
"I'm not asking him to phase. Besides, with that thing in his neck he can't and it has to be surgically removed," Witson said.
Brennan looked down at the metallic band around Jesse's neck. It looked painfully tight, and he wondered how Jesse could breath. "So if you weren't talking about phasing, what where you talking about?" Brennan asked, doing another scan of Jesse's injuries, looking for anything else that was missed.
"Jesse, how long where you kept in a pod?" Witson asked, doing his own scene of Jesse.
Jesse flinched as the mention of a pod brought forth unwanted memories. "I was in one for a while…three months."
"Where you kept a wake?"
"Yeah," Jesse said, narrowing his eyes at Witson. "Is that the only way?" Jesse asked.
"Huh? Is what the only way?" Jessica asked looking at Jesse then Witson.
"I'm sorry, I can't think of anything else. It'll be more believable. There isn't any other way…."
"What are you two talking about? What isn't any other way?" Brennan asked, just as confused as Jessica.
"When we transport prisoners, captured new mutants, we use pods. It keeps them in control," Witson started.
"And Witson's idea is to put me in a pod to get me out," Jesse said, and Brennan could hear the fear in his voice.
"Oh no, no way. There's no way in hell we're putting you in one of those things…no way…we can't…just can't…" Brennan started, shaking his head.
"Brennan, there's no choice. The longer we stay here the worse it'll be. There's no choice I have to…" Jesse said, by now he was barely awake.
"Jess, you can't! You hate small places! God I can't even get you to…" Brennan started off again.
"Jesse, are you sure? I was in a pod for two weeks and I still have panic attacks in elevators," Jessica interrupted.
"There's no choice, no more time. I have to. Do it," Jesse said, looking at Witson. Brennan bit his lip, he hated this idea, but he knew that Jesse wouldn't change his mind.
Witson nodded, and exited the room and came back a minuet latter guiding in a pod. Jesse's hart jumped into over drive when he saw it. Brennan bent down low and whispered into his ear, "You sure about this man?"
Jesse nodded, afraid he'd lose it if he opened his mouth. Brennan nodded and returned to his full height. "Jess, I'm going to have to lift you up, it's going to hurt," Brennan said, preparing to move Jess.
"No! Wait! Let me," Jessica said, stopping Brennan from touching Jesse. Brennan looked at her skeptically, but stepped back. "Jesse, I need you to relax. You can just shut your eyes, and think that you're a feather or something really light. Ok?"
Jesse nodded, and shut his eyes. Jessica sighed and took a deep breath, closing her eyes and concentrating. "Witson, I need you to open the lid, tell me when you're ready."
"I'm all set," Witson said.
Jessica nodded and in no time Jesse's body was being lifted up off the bed. In a matter of twenty seconds Jessica was gently lowering Jesse's body into the pod. "There, any pain Jess?" a groggy Jessica asked.
"None that's new. Thanks. Hey Bren?"
"Yeah Jesse?"
"We need to put them in the under ground. Talk to Adam will you?" Jesse said, as his body finally started to give into unconsciousness.
Silently Brennan was grateful that Jesse seemed ready to pass out, it meant that he wouldn't have to relive past nightmares. He was even more grateful that Jesse was still thinking of other people. 'Maybe he's not as bad off as I thought,' Brennan thought. "Don't worry Jess. I'll take care of it. You shut your eyes, go to sleep, when you wake up you'll be at home."
Jesse nodded, but he didn't shut his eyes. His hart was pounding to hard, and his breath was to fast. He couldn't do this; this was too much. This was all a lie; he wasn't being saved. Jessica had lied to him and Brennan wasn't really there and they were taking him back to Genomex for more testing. It was all a lie….
"Intruder! Intruder! Intruder!" screamed the sirens through out the compound. "Lock down, this is not a drill, lock down!"
"Here that Jess? Shal and Em are here, everything's going to be fine," Brennan said. "We'll be in the Helix in no time, just hang in there."
"We have to move. Everything's shutting down, soon there will be no way out," Witson said, he gave Jesse a quick glace, trying to reassure him, then closed the pod. Brennan winched when he saw Jesse's face contort with fear, but he didn't have long to stare. Witson was already starting to push the pod out the lab with Jessica a head of him.
"Hang on, let me get in front," Brennan called, and Jessica nodded, his team, his call as far as she was concerned. Brennan quickly got in front, making sure that the coast was clear. So far so good and he signaled for the others to follow.
That's how it went for the first few minuets, Brennan clearing the way, the others following meeting no one along the way. They had made it to the entrance, or in their case the exist, when their luck was shot.
Brennan could hear fighting up a head, to the right of their current position. He had told the others to wait, keep hidden behind the curve in the hall where they wouldn't be seen. Witson had agreed reluctantly, Brennan could see him now at the very edge, watching and waiting to jump in if needed. 'That guy's on a serious gilt trip,' Brennan sighed, and turned his attention to the fight in front of him.
Shalimar and Emma were tarring it up. There were about five guys out of twenty down already and three that were ready to fall. Shal held two off, flipping, kicking, punching and biting. 'God she's really pissed, she's going completely feral.'
Emma was busy fighting her own way, Brennan could catch 'whiffs' of the different thoughts she was sending to the agents and it scared him. But he couldn't think of more deserving men, so he just smiled and watched as four more guys fell between the two.
Brennan was enjoying the scene before him. It was always good to see the girls working to gather in such constructive and creative ways. But there was something wrong, something not right. One of the agents wasn't fighting; he was hanging back. A small kind of fellow, one that looked familiar to Brennan, but he couldn't quit place….
Then it happened, the man that was holding back didn't hold back anymore. He started to change into this massive bulk of muscle. 'Damn it! It's the Hulk guy! He's goingafterShal!'