Warning: Gruesome scenes and torture in the second portion of this chapter.
Fight for Angel's Flight in the Dead of Night
The Saint sat at the head of the conference table with Alex to her right and Frances on her left. It's been three days since she collapsed and Frances found out the truth. While she was reluctant to share her darkest secret, she felt relieve at the former Martha's willingness to befriend her and remain silent about her past. The older woman made absolutely sure Carrie was cared for and healthy, even forbidding her from going on missions should she see so much as a boo-boo. Which, speaking of, has not fully healed and is kept hidden from everyone in attendance at this meeting.
"Thank you to all who are able to attend." Alex spoke, his voice echoed in the massive room. "This meeting was called upon regarding a shift in the Commanders' leadership recently." He smirked, "Not too long ago, Fred and Serena Waterford were arrested by Canadian officials and taken into custody by Mark Tuello."
Ryan chuckled, "It was only a matter of time."
"Yes, but Serena is gonna be let off easy for being the 'victim' in Fred's crimes. Not only that, but she's gonna raise that baby as part of the deal." Lisa, the head doctor of the medical unit glared at the idea of Serena as a victim.
"She will be supervised and monitored. She traded Fred for Nicole. Mr. Tuello thought it would be fair to grant her some leniency." Alex stated, not at all fond of Serena, but willing to whatever means necessary to cripple Gilead's structure.
"Tuello's a fool to believe Serena innocent. He'll be sorely disappointed." Lisa commented as she leaned on her fist.
"Moving on. In addition to the Waterford's arrest, High Commander Winslow has gone missing. At least that's what the Commanders believe." Alex informed them with a satisfied smirk.
"Where was his last known location?" Carrie asked, sitting regally in her chair as she addressed the issue.
"He's not missing. He's burning in Hell." Reggie answered with a grin.
"I need specifics." Carrie requested as she watched the spy master lean back in his seat.
Reggie chuckled, "He was last scene at Jezebels. He ran into this beautiful blonde who looks exactly like the Handmaid the Waterfords brought with them to Washington." He smirked, "The Martha's found his body in a hotel suite and disposed of it. Cremated to be precise. Details are sketchy, but from what I hear, this massive High Commander was stabbed to death with a fountain pen by this wee woman." He laughed hysterically, "He died by a fucking pen! They say the pen is mightier than the sword, but this..." He laughed as tears streamed down his face.
Carrie's eyes widened behind her mask. "This Handmaid, June Osborne, she actually killed him?"
Alex smirked, impressed by this outcome. "It would appear so. Although the Commanders believe the Canadians snatched him like they did with the Waterfords. Or Purgatory captured him. Best to let them wonder and stew for a bit."
"I'll be drinking in celebration tonight." Reggie said, his smirk plastered on his face.
"What of June Osborne? What was she doing at Jezebels of all places?" Carrie asked, worried for the Handmaid who she felt has become a key player in this game.
"Glad you asked." Reggie began, "She met with a bartender named Billy, apparently he has a plane she needs to get some Marthas, Handmaids, and children out of Gilead."
"How many exactly?" This caught everyone's interest.
"Fifty-two kids."
"What?" Everyone exclaimed, crying out their surprise at the very dangerous idea.
"How can that be possible?" Lisa demanded since no one in their right mind, unless they were the Saint, would dare liberate children from Gilead without the Eyes catching on to them.
"The Marthas and Handmaids are working together to score some kids and they are gonna bring them to the Lawrence house. They will move in darkness and fly the children to Canada." Reggie summarized, a look of hope and happiness glowing on his face.
"When is this happening?" Carrie asked, her heart pounded in excitement and trepidation for this dangerous act against Gilead.
"A week from now, plane takes off at midnight. No sooner, no later." Reggie informed the Saint.
Alex chuckled, "These Handmaids and Marthas got more balls than Gilead."
"And less caution." Lisa added, "If they fail, it's either death or the Colonies. Which, need I remind everyone here, Commander Lawrence created. They're bringing those kids to one of Gilead's creators. How can we trust such a man?" She demanded, her ever cautious nature made her a valuable asset to the Rebellion. She knew what the outcome for every action could mean and what it would cost them should they fail.
"Joseph's wife, Eleanor, is unwell." Reggie informed the doctor, "Her mental state is deteriorating in Gilead, but ironically, she knows how twisted this place really is. Gilead is killing her, and Joseph wants to save the love of his life from his mistake."
"That's quite romantic." Lisa commented sarcastically.
"But it is his prime motivator." Carrie stated, "He wants to save her, get her the help she needs away from this place. If that can get him to cooperate, then it's one step closer to tearing Gilead from the inside out."
"And when the Eyes find out?" Lisa asked, knowing there is no 'if' when it comes to Gilead.
"Let's just say Eleanor got kidnapped." Reggie shrugged.
"Hmph, Gilead will see this as kidnapping. Like they haven't done the same thing." Ryan scoffed, his own experiences in losing his family to Gilead made him hateful and disgusted at the regime.
"What of the placement parents? They would not sit by and let the children leave." Carrie asked, addressing another concern that would cripple June's mission.
"The Marthas will drug them and slip the children out before awaken." Reggie answered before concern crossed his face. "How long the drugs last, I'm not sure."
"That isn't exactly comforting. The minute they wake up, they'll sic the Guardians on their trail." Lisa said as the worst possible scenario came to mind.
Carrie's eyes lit up, "We can create a diversion, lead the Guardians away from them and the airfield just long enough for the plane to leave."
Lisa swallowed before she spoke again, "Your Holiness, I'm afraid we cannot spare any soldiers in this endeavor."
Everyone turned to the head doctor who looked regretful of her words. However, Ryan was the one who spoke, "While you were resting your powers, units Black Wolf and Nighthawk at the front were killed, those that managed to get away came back here severely injured. They're alive, but they cannot return to the battlefield anytime soon. The soldiers that we do have and are still able to fight are out their gathering supplies, weapons, medicine, and food. The rest are guarding this base."
"So what you're saying is, we can not help them without leaving ourselves vulnerable." Frances said, speaking for the first time as she stared intensely at Ryan.
"We can't take the risk. If we fall, so does the Rebellion." Ryan stated, "Don't get me wrong, I want those kids out of this place as much as anyone here. But we need to take into consideration on what we have and what we don't."
Frances looked ready to argue, but Carrie raised a hand to stop her. "He's right. We can't risk the remaining soldiers we have without compromising our position." The Saint conceded, unhappy, yet unable to deny the cruel truth to their dilemma.
"But if June's plan fails, those kids will never see daylight." Frances stated, her thoughts immediately went to little Hannah.
The Saint sighed sadly, "I'm afraid we have no choice now." She turned to Frances, "We need to have faith in June Osborne, and trust her to deliver these children far from Gilead without our soldiers' help." Turning back to the council she said, "This meeting is adjourned. Everyone dismissed." With the scraping of chairs, three council members got out of their seats and left the room to return to their duties.
When the door closed, Carrie removed her mask to let her skin breathe. She sighed as she stared into the eyeholes of her persona. A look of certainty displayed on her face.
"You're not thinking of going out there are you?" Frances asked as she watched the girl with concern clear in her eyes.
Carrie looked up at the former Martha with a somewhat guilty expression. "You can't, you haven't fully healed yet." Frances said, noticing the occasional wince from the Saint during this meeting.
"I just need one more week, and then I'm off." Carrie said, never one to back out on a rescue mission to free more prisoners from Gilead.
"Carrie, I may be an undertaker, but even I know that takes more than a week to completely heal." Alex told her with a shake of his head.
"I know. I'm not gonna do this alone." Carrie said in slight discomfort, not from her wound, but from what she's about to tell them.
Alex shook his head, "Carrie, you heard what Ryan said, we can't spare any soldiers."
Carrie turned to Alex, "That's right. But I didn't say I was bringing our soldiers."
Frances asked, "What do you mean?"
Carrie swallowed her saliva then said one word, "Purgatory."
Alex's and Frances' eyes widened at what Carrie just suggested.
"Are you crazy?" Frances exclaimed, "What makes you think she'll lend her soldiers to you?"
"I don't. But she's my only option." Carrie said, knowing her sister's sadistic nature could backfire if she's not careful.
Frances turned to Alex, "Alex?" She needed his help to deter Carrie from seeking out the Wrath of God.
Alex was staring down at his hands which were clasped against the table. "Wrath doesn't go after the innocent. She herself has a younger sister, so hurting children is the furthest from her mind." He logically stated, remembering how Carrie informed him about her meeting with the other telekinetic. While their methods were polar opposite to each other, neither of them will allow innocent children to be harmed, not by them or Gilead.
Frances asked, "What if she doesn't want to help?"
"She'll help if we offer her something she really wants." Alex said as he made his way over to one of the steel cabinet drawers occupying the room. He pulled out a red folder and set it down in front of Carrie.
"What's this?" Carrie asked as she laid her hand on the think folder.
"Information you wanted me to gather pertaining to Sue Snell." Alex answered with a mournful expression. "I'm sorry Carrie."
It took her only a moment to realize what he meant by those words as tears gathered in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. "No." She whispered as grief latched onto her heart, pain for the only woman who helped her sister, and pain for her sister for losing her second mother.
"How...?" Her voice cracked, unable to finish that question.
Alex looked at the red folder, silently telling her that what she needs to know is in there. She looked down at the folder, afraid to know what happened to Sue Snell, but at the same time, she needed to know. Her fingers touched the edge of the folder before she carefully flipped it open. Her mournful blue-green eyes took in the contents of the Handmaid that was Sue, the details of her first successful pregnancy, her first and last posting. It even gave information on her daughter, Amelia Carrie Snell, who was reassigned as Evelyn James. Her eyes widened at the name of the only household Sue was assigned to, and the manner of her death.
She closed the folder and stared off into the distance, contemplating what she must do next. The information inside this folder could shift this war into something more violent the moment Wrath finds out.
"Carrie?" Frances asked, concerned at how the girl froze in her seat.
"I'm okay." Carrie whispered then turned to Alex and beckoned him closer. She whispered her orders in his ear as she handed the folder back to him. He nodded, "I'll see it done." He said as he took the folder and left the room.
"What's going on?" Frances asked as Carrie placed her mask back on and stood back up, wincing slightly when the movement caused her wound to flare up.
"I must go meet with the Wrath of God." Carrie informed Frances. "I promise I'll be careful." She said as she left the room towards the open area of the base and flew off towards Fort Stevens.
Carrie landed outside the borders of Fort Stevens, her cloak billowed around her like wings as she approached the guardsmen posted at the entrance.
"Halt! State your business!" One of them who she recognized as Ryder from her last visit to Fort Steven aimed his gun at her, the laser point at the center of her chest.
Carrie raised her hands as a show of peace. "I mean you no harm. I came here to speak with your leader, the Wrath of God. It is a matter of grave importance."
Ryder stared at her for a long time before he lowered his weapon and ordered for the gate to open. Carrie lowered her arms as she walked through passed the metal gates. She didn't know what was inside the walled off Purgatory base so she wasn't prepared to see people tied to crosses under the blazing sun. Each of them were covered in dried blood from their still open wounds, and they were dressed in tatters of blue, brown, and black to signify who they were in Gilead. The slight rise and fall of their chests told her they were still alive, but barely. She swallowed the bile in her throat at the crucified Gilead leaders and their supporters. She knew her sister was sadistic, but this was beyond her imagination.
"Your Holiness." She broke her gaze away from the unfortunate victims of Purgatory to see a big burly man with a burnt scar on his shaved head and a milky white left eye. The very sight of him screamed anger and there was a pain much deeper hidden within his eyes, no doubt from what Gilead took from him.
"Madame Wrath is this way. She's just finishing welcoming the new arrivals." He gruffly explained as he lead her up the path, passing more crucified victims, each more bloodied and bruised than the last. She fought the vomit that wanted to come up her throat as sweat gathered behind her neck, this was more gruesome than she realized.
They came upon a fenced in area topped with barbed wires. Crowd gathered outside, laughing and smiling. Inside were cages, one for blue, one for gray, one for brown, and one for black. To her, it looked like a cattle pen. In these cages, women cried and begged to go home while the men tried to break the bars with screams of outrage.
Standing before them was her sister, the Wrath of God, wearing her black ensemble with a bull whip curled in her hand. The gleam in her eyes spoke of hate and vengeance, and her smile held nothing but sadistic pleasure in their fear that filled the air.
She snapped her whip against one of the cages, making the women shrink back in fear and silence. "That's better. Good afternoon, and welcome to Purgatory, your final resting place and Hell on Earth." Wrath spoke like a happy tour guide ready to take them on a fun adventure. "Now, to put it shortly, each and everyone of you have done sinful atrocities whilst invoking God's name. You have raped, abused, mutilated, humiliated, and dehumanized so many innocent people. Not only that, but you stole children from their families, and defiled them as well." This riled the crowd who shook the fence as they yelled and spat at the Gileadeans in their cages.
Wrath raised a hand to calm the crowd down until they quieted before she continued her speech. "What each of you has done can never be forgiven. I could kill you for what you've done, pour gasoline on your cages and watch you all burn." She paused as the Gileadeans begged and cried for their lives to be spared, a delighted smile on her face at how terrified they truly were. But this was just the beginning for them. "But death is far too kind and too final. You thought you cannot be touched as long as you prayed to God. Believing yourselves high and mighty, pride is definitely a sin along with lust. You are nothing more than sheep, and sheep belong in a cattle pen."
Men carried chairs and straps and branding irons. Wrath held up a finger as she addressed her audience, both captive and willing. "But the thing is, farm animals must be branded before they can enter the pen. That way, should any of you escape, I can bring you back much faster without confusing you with the innocents you happily abuse." She paused to let it sink into their minds as branding irons were prepped over hot coals from fire pits.
"Now, who wishes to go first?" When none volunteered, she shrugged. "Oh well, that's fine." She pointed her finger at the blue cages, making the Wives shrink back in fear. She smirked before she opened her mouth, "Eeny, meany, miny, moe..." She pointed her finger at each cage as she sang the song, "...Catch the rapist by the toe. If he rapes you let him know, I the Wrath of God will rip off his little, itty, bitty..." Her finger landed on a Commander who looked to be in his late forties, "...cock."
Wrath tsked, "Pity for you." She sang as the audience outside the fence salivated and laughed at the unfortunate Commander. She snapped her fingers, her men sprang into action as they opened the cage and dragged the kicking and screaming rapist out and strapped him down in a chair. A branding iron with the letter C came closer to his face, his teeth clamped down on the gag to keep him from breaking his own teeth. His eyes clenched shut when the searing hot metal touched his cheek, screams filled the area as the smell of burning flesh filled the air.
Carrie's hands flew to her mouth at this dehumanizing display. Her insides turned to liquid when the smell hit her, and she fought furiously to keep her stomach from rejecting what little food still remained. Unable to handle to sight of the man twitching and screaming in pure agony, she turned away, but couldn't block out the sounds for fear that the moment her hands leave her mouth she will dry heave until there's nothing left.
A hand came upon her shoulder, making her look up at the sympathetic gaze of her guide. "It's over now...at least for him." He said as the Commander was unstrapped and dragged into another cage away from the others.
Wrath turned her blue gaze from her prisoners to meet the Saint's shock filled stare. She smiled fondly at her sister before she whispered her orders to one of the guards, a perverted grin crept onto his face as he turned his psychotic gaze onto the blue women.
Wrath floated out of the fenced in cages until she landed in front of Carrie who watched another Commander get dragged out and branded. "This is a surprise. What do I owe this unexpected visit?" She asked, as though she didn't do anything to the prisoners.
Carrie slowly tore her gaze away from the gruesome scene and faced her sister. "There's something important I need to talk to you about." She whispered softly, unable to speak any higher for fear of vomiting.
Wrath nodded. "Let's take this to my office." She hooked her arm with the Saint's and lead her towards the main building.
The sound of a woman screaming caused Carrie to jump. She tried to turn her head, but her sister pulled her closer. "What's happening to those women now should be for your eyes." Wrath gently said as she quickly pulled her away from the 'Welcoming Ceremony' as she liked to call it.
Once they were far away and within the building the Purgatory call home, Wrath escorted her sister into her office.
"Would you like something to eat or drink?" Wrath offered as the Saint removed her mask from her sweaty face and sat on the sofa.
"No thanks." Carrie politely turned her down, she didn't think she could digest anything.
Wrath sat in an armchair and propped her seat on the coffee table. "So, what did you want?"
Carrie took a deep breath and exhaled. "I need your help to get fifty-two kids out of Gilead."
Wrath stared at her sister as though she grew a second head. "Explain."
For ten minutes, Carrie explained the plan to Wrath, the people who were involved, and when it will take place. Wrath listened, intrigued by this insane yet brilliant plan.
"You need my help to distract the Guardians in the off chance they catch wind of this little escapade before the kids make it out of Gilead. Is that what I'm hearing?" Wrath asked for clarification.
"Yes. As mad as this sounds, I want them to succeed no matter what."
Wrath was silent as she thought about Carrie's request. "While the intentions and motivations to this plan is understandable in regards to the Handmaids and Marthas, I have severe doubts about Joseph Lawrence." Her eyes narrowed when she mentioned that Commander.
"His wife is ill, mentally speaking." Carrie sighed as she thought about the pitiful woman. "He wants to get her the help she needs outside of Gilead."
Wrath scoffed, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't he the one who created the Colonies where so many innocent people were sent to rot?"
Carrie nodded solemnly, unable to deny her question.
"You're working with a war criminal dear sister. You have no idea how many were sent to die because of him." Wrath hissed as she gripped the armrest tightly.
"I will not deny what he's done to create this place. He won't deny it either, because it's killing the one and only person he loves." Carrie shook her head. "I'm not asking you trust him, let alone like him. We need his help to get those kids out of Gilead. Not only that, but with his position in power, he can help us take down Gilead from the inside." She added, trying to convince her sister to cooperate with her in order to win this fight.
Wrath scoffed again, "What if I say no? I'm not gonna work with a Gileadean leader."
"Yes you are." Carrie firmly said, all softness gone as determination and resolve appeared on her face. "You're going to help me make sure these kids get the hell out of Gilead and you will do so willingly."
Wrath laughed, "And what makes you think I'll do what you say sister?"
"Because I have something you want, information."
Wrath continued to smile. "Information?" She chuckled incredulously, "I don't know if you realize this, but I get my information from the Martha network, same as you. So whatever you have, I already got."
"Sue Snell."
Wrath's face fell almost instantly at that name. "What?"
"My people dug deeper and looked higher in places the Marthas couldn't see. It took a while, but they found information on your adopted mother." Carrie watched her sister's shock and hopeful expression light up her face. "I'm bargaining this piece of information in exchange for your assistance."
"Why?" Wrath's voice cracked, "Why would you go out of your way to find her?"
Carrie leaned forward slightly, their almost identical blue eyes locked together. "I searched for her because she's your mother, your family. They also found out Amelia's Gileadean name." At her sister's wide eyes, she asked, "How long are you going to keep wondering about them?"
Wrath was silent as she stared off into the distance, lost in the past as she remembered the two most important people in her life. How she wanted to see their faces again, to see them free from Gilead once and for all.
"Where are they?" Wrath's voice broke when she asked her sister about their whereabouts.
"I'll tell you after those kids are free." Carrie said, gambling with this piece of information with everything at stake.
Wrath seethed in fury for a long moment, fighting the strong urge to rip this room apart. Once she finally calmed down, she asked, "When does the plane leave?"
Carrie sighed in relief. "Seven days from now at midnight. Handmaids, Marthas and the children will move in darkness."
Wrath nodded. "I'll get my personal best ready for battle. Diversion or not, there's always a fight."
"So we have a deal?"
Wrath stood up, Carrie followed suit. For a long time, the two half-sisters and representations of God stared at one another. They never broke eye contact as their right arms came up simultaneously and grasped each other's hands in a firm shake to seal their pact.
"I'll see you on the battle field." Wrath said as Carrie nodded firmly before releasing each other.
Carrie put her mask back on then left the building. The moment she was outside, she levitated herself away from Fort Stevens back to base.
The day finally came for the liberation of the stolen children. To Carrie, this was an exodus like in the Bible. Only this will be more dangerous and could start a war between Gilead and Canada. In the days leading up to this night, Carrie updated Wrath on the path June will take the Handmaids, Marthas and children down towards the airfield. She also spent her free time healing and honing her powers in preparation for her next fight. Though her wound wasn't completely healed, it didn't hurt as bad as long as she didn't aggravate it.
Her black cloak flapped in the wind as she waited on top of one of the buildings that were closest to Lawrence's neighborhood. She looked up at the moonless night and thanked her lucky stars, the less light they have, the fewer chances of the children being seen.
A quiet thud landed behind her. "Black suits you nicely."
Carrie turned to see her sister in a black leather trench coat dark boots, pants, sweater, complete with guns and knives strapped to her body.
Carrie shrugged, "I really don't like it actually. It reminds me of death. This is just to hide in darkness."
Wrath nodded, "True. That's why I always wear black, because I resemble death itself." She said as she came to stand beside her sister, overlooking the quiet streets below, save for the occasional Guardian vehicles passing by.
"You heard about what happened to Eleanor?" Wrath asked, not taking her eyes off the streets.
Carrie released a mournful sigh. "Yes. She overdosed on her pills. Couldn't handle this horrible place a second longer."
Wrath nodded, "I may not be fond of the Wives. But I can tell she was just as trapped and tormented. She one of the few that saw how wrong this place is."
Carrie closed her eyes and bowed her head. "She was so close to freedom, and I couldn't save her in time."
Wrath turned to the Saint. "You are not at fault here. Even with all the power we have, it's impossible to save everyone."
Carrie locked eyes with her sister and saw nothing but empathy. After moment she nodded, "You're right. Even if I couldn't save her, at least she's free from Gilead."
"Amen." Wrath agreed then asked, "Joseph still on board?"
"Yes."
Wrath narrowed her eyes, "Are you sure? With his wife dead, he no longer has a reason to cooperate."
Carrie was silent as she contemplated her statement. "You're right, he doesn't have a reason to help us, nor a reason to leave."
Wrath hummed, "Perhaps I should visit-"
"You are not taking him prisoner." Carrie ordered firmly.
"I'm just going to threaten him, just for a little bit. He's gotten the message on what I do to Commanders. He knows that I know what he helped create for this regime. Fear of imminent mutilation is an excellent motivator after all." Wrath said with a grin, not at all ashamed of her sadistic side.
Carrie shook her head at her sister's demented personality. "You really enjoy scaring people."
"It's a hobby." Wrath said as she watched the other buildings.
An awkward silence fell between them, it will be another two hours before the plane leaves Gilead.
"Carrie." Wrath spoke after a long moment. "I want you to be honest and answer truthfully. Is Sue Snell dead?"
Carrie felt her stomach drop at that question. She knew Wrath would find out eventually, but not this soon. She feared the moment Wrath discovers Sue's fate, the Purgatory leader would no doubt rip the continent apart. To tell her now is just terrifying, but most of all heartbreaking.
With a resigned sigh, she bowed her head. "I never want to lie to you Rachel, because I wish this wasn't true." She sighed mournfully. "Sue Snell has been dead for nearly three years now. I'm sorry."
She turned to Wrath, fully expecting her to shake with anger and rage, but instead, she saw sadness and disappointment. After a moment, she nodded her head. "I see." She looked up at the sky. "That's all I wanted to know."
"Rachel..." Carrie tried to find the words to comfort her sister.
Wrath sighed through her nose. "In the back of my mind I knew she was dead, but my heart wasn't ready to accept it. I held onto hope that maybe...just maybe she's still alive, and is waiting for me to come rescue her." She swallowed the lump in her throat as she kept her tears from spilling forth.
"I'm so sorry." Carrie apologized again, her heart stricken with guilt.
"No." Rachel turned to her sister again with sad yet grateful smile. "I'm glad you told me. The only joy I can take from this is knowing that Gilead can't hurt her anymore. I will mourn her, and keep fighting no matter what, for her soul, and for Amelia. She's all I have left now." She added with a determined look as she thought of her little sister.
Carrie laid a hand on Rachel's shoulder, "We'll find her. I don't know how, but we will."
Rachel smiled at her half-sister for her generosity and kindness, just as she hoped Carrie would be like. For a moment she imagined what their life would be without Gilead. Carrie would be a famous poet from what Sue Snell shared with her from the telekinetic's notebooks, and Rachel would still be in high school applying for college while tutoring Amelia Snell. All three of them together in a world without Gilead.
The sound of static from Rachel's walkie pulled them out of their moment. She turned on the device for them to hear. "Madame Wrath, the chickens are flying the coop."
"And the Commander?" Rachel asked as Carrie listened in.
"He's hanging back."
"Good. Tie him up." Wrath ordered, shocking Carrie.
"Rachel!" Carrie reprimanded.
"It's to make sure they don't suspect his involvement. Give him a couple of bruises as well for good measure." She added that order into the walkie.
"Tell me you're joking." Carrie said in disbelief.
"War is deception sister, and this is where the fun begins. Boom." Wrath said with a smile before she snapped her fingers. The building beneath them shook as the court house was blown up, fireworks filled the air as the structure crumbled from all the dynamite and C4.
"Fireworks." Carrie said in awe as a variety of colors filled the night sky.
"Thought you'd like that." Wrath said as trucks filled with Guardians drove across town to inspect this 'rebel attack'.
"Four Horsemen unit, what's your status?" Wrath said into the walkie.
"This is Pestilence, we got seven Guardian trucks on our tail." The sound of gunfire and crashes was heard on the other end. "Now it's five. Famine got these motherfuckers in their tires." He cheered and laughed manically.
Another voice came onto the frequency, "This is War, Death and I spotted eight more Guardian cars heading towards the courthouse."
"Good. War, Death, you got all the traps set on the west?" Wrath enquired as she turned towards the direction of where the next phase of their diversion was located.
"Affirmative. We also got the cheese. Now we wait for the rats."
"Good. Wrath out. We'll meet you in ten." She turned off the walkie as more truck sirens blared through the night.
Wrath turned to her sister and held her hand out. "You ready?"
Wrath and the Saint joined hands and flew across the buildings towards the destruction caused by the former. They landed on the building closest to what's left of the so-called house of justice. Firefighters worked to douse out the flames while Guardians checked and surveyed the area, trying to find the rebels responsible for this attack. With all the trucks parked and all the men out to inspect the area, it was time for action.
Saint and Wrath glanced at each other and nodded. They both leapt from the building, their cloak and trench coat flapped through their descent. As they landed in a crouch, Carrie slammed her palm into concrete while Rachel punched the ground. Cracks and fissures appeared from where their hands touched and rapidly snaked around the Gileadeans and the rubble. Dust and debris surrounded them as they tapped into their emotions, combining their powers to recreate the landscape. They broke down the earth and foundation beneath the Guardians and crumbled it to pieces, sending everyone into a giant crater.
"Well, not bad for diversion number one. They look angry." Saint commented as she and Wrath rose to their feet and looked down at the now trapped Guardians who screamed at them.
When they attempted to raise their guns, Carrie levitated the weapons out of their hands and towards one of the trucks she and her sister will be commandeering.
"Waste not." Carrie said as she opened the back door and dumped all the guns inside.
"You drive, I'll ride on the roof." Rachel said as she took one of the guns and hopped onto the roof.
"Okay, hold on tight." Carrie said as she started up the car and drove towards the west of Boston where phase two of their diversion was located.
They heard Guardian trucks getting closer, Carrie slammed car into high gear as the chase began. Rachel planted herself firmly onto the metal roof as she aimed her gun at the tires and fired. The tire popped and sent the car skidding then flipped onto its side. The other vehicles swerved around their incapacitated comrade and continued their pursuit.
A light flashed from one of the rooftops, making Rachel cling tightly onto the moving car. Just as Carrie sped across another intersection, a very thick barbed wire sprang up behind them and was pulled taut from one end of the of the street pole to the other. Thanks to the speed, the Guardian vehicles literally popped and tripped over the wires and crashed into and on top of one another.
Rachel laughed at how that worked beautifully. "Never gets old!"
Carrie pulled up into a warehouse where she saw the same half-blind, scarred, bald man and another who was a head shorter smoking a joint.
Rachel hopped down as Carrie put it in park. She opened the door and tossed a couple of guns to her comrades. "Who wants presents?"
The shorter one caught one with a grin. "Come to papa."
Wrath chuckled at his enthusiasm and turned to scarred one. "You got it ready?"
"Yeah." He gruffly said then whistled for the other soldiers to bring what Wrath requested.
Carrie stepped away from the vehicle and was surprised to see a man carrying a life size doll in a Handmaid's red uniform and cloak and place it in the driver's seat. Once the hood completely covered the doll's face, a wire was connected to the dummy and the car door.
"What's going on?" Carrie asked as they carried the rest of the guns out of the back seat.
Rachel shrugged, "Oh, just a little surprise. We got a few more scattered across this place. Most of them are wearing pink."
"Are they bombs?" Carrie asked as she took a step back from the car.
"Don't worry, it's not gonna kill them. It's just to slow them down." Rachel reassured her as she, her sister and the Four Horseman unit made their way up the stairs to the roof. Along the way, they heard the sounds of children crying.
"Relax, those are just recordings." Rachel answered when she felt her sister tense up.
They made it onto the roof. When the door closed, the soldiers welded it shut. They saw a helicopter hovering in the distance.
"That's our ride. Gilead probably sent an army by now." Rachel said as she saw a flashlight blinking at her from the helicopter. She took out her own flashlight and signaled her message to stay where they were.
She turned to the unit and Carrie. "Ready Carrie?"
The Saint nodded then floated over to the building across from them. She looked around and saw it was all clear then waved at her sister.
Wrath nodded then clapped her hands together. "It's go time." She said as she turned to her team who looked reluctant at this plan.
"I'll go." The scarred one sighed as he cracked his neck and braced himself. "You sure she'll catch me?" He asked his leader who levitated him off the ground.
"Of course she will...hopefully." Rachel said before she tossed him across the roof towards her sister.
Carrie caught him just as he was about to hit the edge and levitated him onto the ground. She waved at Rachel again, letting her know she was ready for the next one.
"You know this will turn into a lawsuit if you drop me." The next one said as he tossed the remains of his joint off the edge.
"Shut up and clench up." Rachel dismissed his complaints before she tossed him towards her sister. She repeated this process until all of her team is on the other building before joining them. They did this again until they were on the third building where their ride hovered close to them.
Carrie stumbled after her sister, hissing in pain when her side opened up. Sweat dripped from her brow as she moved towards the helicopter. Rachel turned to her sister with a smile that soon turned to panic. "Carrie!" She warned her too late before a new kind of pain flared through her shoulder. She fell to the ground as ringing was heard all around her. Blood seeped into her dark cloak and the corner of her mask hit the concrete, breaking the string and causing her persona to fall from her face.
"No!" Rachel screamed as she fell to her sister's side and opened her cloak to see a gun shot wound through her shoulder. Pure rage and hate filled her veins, her eyes glared at the Guardians who broke through the door of the warehouse. Her hand reached out and she concentrated on their limbs. When she enclosed her fingers into a fist, their arms and legs were snapped backwards at the joints, rendering them immobile and in pure agony as they screamed for all of Gilead to hear.
Rachel turned her attention back to her sister who was losing consciousness quickly. She tore off a piece of the Saint's cloak and applied pressure to stop the bleeding. "Rachel." She whispered as she watched her sister, though her vision was daze from losing blood.
"Help me get her out of here!" Rachel barked before her men carried the injured telekinetic onto the helicopter. Rachel didn't remove her hand from her sister for fear of blood spilling out.
As soon as their ride carried them away from the building, Carrie opened her eyes and smiled. "Do you hear that? There's a plane taking off." She rasped out as she stared off into the distance where lights were leaving the ground and heading north. "They're free." She said in relief as she closed her eyes.
"No, no! Stay awake! Carrie!" Rachel yelled as she shook her sister who fell unconscious with a smile on her face.
"We need to get her back to Chicago base. Their doctors are on standby." Carlos, the medic said as he held the fabric against the wound.
"How fast can we get there!" Rachel yelled over the roaring helicopter.
"Two hours tops." The pilot answered her leader.
"Shit!" Rachel cursed as she tried to wake her sister up. "Carrie, you better not fucking die on me! Do you hear me!" Rachel yelled at her unconscious sister as Carlos worked to stitch up the wound and keep her alive long enough for them to get to the Rebellion.
Ladies and gentlemen that concludes the season 3 portion of this fic. Originally, I wanted to separate this chapter into three, but I wanted to end this season and go into the next bit of this crossover. This is also the longest chapter I've written for The Saint. Thank you very much for reading, leave a review. 'Til next time.