The team made their way slowly down the hall, both Shalimar and Emma keeping all their senses open, searching for any sign of the GSA. As they neared the corner, it almost seemed that they'd get away with out incident. Almost.
To weak to scream, Jesse just moaned as the collar around his neck activated again and sent small pulses through out his body. His body felt like a million fiery needles were being pushed in to it and twisted. Quit simply, it was hell. His pain did not go unnoticed by Shalimar, who instantly spun around, causing everyone to halt.
Shal what the…?" Brennan started, a little annoyed because the sudden stop had jarred his injured body.
"They're close," Shal hissed, and began to move towards the back. She moved so cat like that if you hadn't been looking straight at her, you would have sworn a lioness was coming.
Shalimar moved beside Jesse and Adam, putting herself between her pack and danger. Her maternal instincts kicking in, she risked a glance at her brother, and her resolved strengthened ten full at the sight of him in so much pain. "Why don't you stop torturing Jesse and actually fight?" Shalimar called out in anger to what appeared to e an empty hallway.
"Shalimar?" Adam asked. He had learned through the years that even when it seemed Shal had lost it, she was really only picking up on something that the other's couldn't.
"Their here Adam, I can feel it. They have to be close, they're hurting Jesse," Shal hissed, scanning the hallway. 'Come on, where are you, there aren't that many places to hide,' she thought. She could feel Emma coming up on her right, slowly, smoothly, so as not to startle her. Witson was coming up on her left, not as carefully as Emma though. He didn't know better.
"Shalimar," Emma said calmly, "Let me deal with them. I can take them all out in one shot. Think of Jesse, he needs help and fast. We don't have time for a fight."
The animal in Shalimar wanted to argue, wanted to fight. It wanted to tare the Asses that had hurt her brother, her pack mate, to shreds and dance on their carcasses. But the human in Shalimar, the reason, knew Emma was right. She could feel the GSA approaching on them in the narrow hallway, and though she knew they could fight, she also knew it would put Jesse and even Brennan in more danger. Plus there was Adam to consider, and Emma was right, Jesse was fading fast, they just didn't have the time.
Animal gave way to reason.
"We'll keep moving," Shal said, "Give us as much time as you can before you attack," Shal said, knowing what Emma was going to do, and loving the idea of it. She turned to the group and started to usher them out, but then something caught her attention. Something in one of the rooms next to them. A sent, a mixture of lust and pleasure.
Jesse moaned again, weaker this time, and Shalimar started to move again, but before she did she turned to Emma and said, "They're in the room on the left."
Emma stood still in the hallway, the others had just disappeared from sight and an alarm had been sounded warning the rest of the base of their escape.
Ekhart had been trying to play to Shalimar's mother instincts by continuing to hurt Jesse. He must have had a camera in the room or something and seen them. He probably figured tat Shal would want to lash out at them, which was true, and he knew that if he got Shal to fight, the others would back her. He probably had men in the room with him, an ambush or something.
What he hadn't counted on though was Emma seeing through it all, and picking up on the danger. Nor did he count on her ability to calm Shalimar. If he was under estimating her, he was going to have a very rude awakening.
"You're going to be sorry Ekhart. I'll make you so sorry for what you've done. You to Harrison. You'll never be the same after I'm done with you," Emma cooed to them, using her power to draw the men out.
The appeared in the doorway of the room that Shal had pointed out, Ekhart sneering and Harrison with the source of Jesse's torment in his hands.
"Why, Ms. DeLauro, such un-lady like words. I thought Adam would have taught you better," Ekhart jeered.
Emma gave him a cold smile, cold enough that it sent shivers down his spine. "Adam taught me plenty. He taught me how to do things like this…."
There was a flash of sheering pain in Ekharts world, so hot that it made him call out. He stumbled a bit, but caught himself on the door jam. "You little bitch…" he hissed.
"Oh, I'm more then a little bitch…Shalimar's been giving lesions," Emma cooed, walking towards the room. She smiled when she saw Harrison shaking and backing away from her. "Oh, what's the matter? Are you afraid of little ol' me?" she asked him.
"Ms. deLauro, I suggest you remain where you are," Ekhart snapped.
"Who's going to stop me?" Emma challenged.
"They will," Ekhart said, with confidence as several agents came out of the room he was hiding in.
"Please," Emma laughed, "you think they can do anything?"
The men circled around her, arrogant in the fact that they outnumbered her. But that arrogance was quickly shattered by one thought from Emma. In a second the GSA went from threatening her to running from her. Harrison and Ekhart were practically tripping over themselves trying to escaped, which only made Emma laugh more. She walked up to the two cowering men and plucked the remote Harrison was holding out of his hands. With one quick action she smashed it.
"If you ever hurt Jesse again I'll burry you in your mind," Emma hissed before she left.
The group moved faster, minus one. As it turned out Shalimar did get her chance to fight, taking out seven GSA, because of the damn alarm that had been sounded as soon as they left the hall. She smiled as their bones made satisfying sounds when she struck.
When they reached the main door, the exit, it was Shal who gently scooped Jesse into a fireman's carry and carried him back to the Helix. Emma would need only minuets to insure their getaway. Shalimar didn't need to worry about her, she'd be fine. She had sense the anger radiating from the younger girl, and knew that all that anger would soon be directed at the Asses that had hurt Jesse and Brennan. And for now, that would work, that would be their vengeance. For now.
"He was a wake until you guys got there. I don't know exactly what they did to him…I think it was some form of electric shock…he was a wake though…" Shal heard Brennan tell Adam as she eased Jesse into a chair. His voice sounded strained, from pain as well as emotion. Once she was sure he was safely in the seat she stood back to examine him.
He was paler then death except for the red that seeped from the bandages on his chest and his nose and mouth. His eyes were closed and his breathing shallow. She could here it though, his breath, gargled sounds in his throat and lungs.
His face was still contorted, Emma must have been still holding off, giving them a few more seconds. Shal whished she'd just kill the Asses now so they would stop hurting Jesse.
"He's going to be alright, isn't Adam?" Shal heard Brennan ask, and she looked up. He had sounded so much like a lost child; she just had to make sure he was ok. She winched when she saw him. Though he wasn't as bad as Jesse, he wasn't in any condition to be walking around. His face was swollen; his lip cut open and other gashes marred his face. Their were bruises forming on his arms from where they had tied him and a look in his eyes said that he was going to need some major mental help, but he was standing. He was breathing, and he wasn't in danger anymore.
"He'll be fine as soon as we get him home," Adam reassured, and only Shalimar could hear the flatness of his voice.
She made a quick check of the other two passengers, who had settled themselves into seats. The both appeared to be fine, tired, but fine. Adam was taking care of Brennan; Emma would be here soon, so she could focus on Jesse. Shal crouched down so she was eye to eye with Jesse and took his hand.
"I'm here Jess. Hang on, it's almost over. I'm here."
"Shal…" Jesse whispered, a harsh sound from the depths of his throat.
"Yeah Jesse, I'm right here," she said, her voice full of anxiety.
"It doesn't hurt anymore…" he said, resting his head on his chair.
Shalimar studied his face, which was no longer twisted in pain. 'That a girl Emma,' Shal thought, as she turned to Adam and said start her up, Emma's on her way."
sorry if it's a bit gumboled...colds make u do funny things.