Root kept her face set in a stoney expression. She wouldn't let them see how her plan had backfired. She remained still while the enemy agents placed IV's in her arms. If it was anything close to what she thought it was that they were dosing her up with, she would be out cold within minutes. Thinking quickly, she waited until the man had the needle half way into her arm before she turned and elbowed him in the face, then lifting her knee and pushing his neck down onto her knee joint. Snapping his neck instantly and then stabbing a spare needle from the metal tray into the ther agent's neck. Moving away from the man, he collapsed onto the floor. He wasn't dead, so she only had a few hours before he would wake up and the other Samaritans would come in to check on them. They were too far down to have cameras that worked, so she only had to focus on getting Fusco or Shaw awake to help her move the unconscious agent. She moved over to Shaw first, looking her over she almost cried. One f her eyes were swollen and purple, her lip was split open wide enough to need stitches and she had multiple bruises around her ars, legs and neck. Checking her pulse, she still felt strong beats. 'Thank God she's still alive' She untied the restraints around her arms and slowly pulled her off of the cot and onto the floor, out of the way. She knew that Fusco was not going to be as easy as Shaw, don't get her wrong she has plenty of muscle (more than you would actually expect) but not enough to lift Fusco off of the cot. She checked his heart rate and it was still going strong, only a bit weaker than Shaw's and she looked over to the medical table with the needles on it. Checking the label on the liquids she felt bile rising up from her stomach, Fentanyl. Looking over at Shaw and Fusco, she only had about another five minutes before their time was up. She couldn't carry both Shaw and Fusco. She had to leave one behind…
Meanwhile, Reese was having the time of his life after having to shoot out 5 more Samaritans and then hiding behind the corner of a wall. He was pissed off. At Root for suggesting they come back. At Finch for making him leave his teammates in the first place but also at himself for thinking these things. He should've stayed and helped Fusco and Shaw, but he didn't. He was an idiot and drove off. He hadn't found anyone yet. The only hope was to go back down to the basement and look for Root. Looking over the scaffolding, he saw balconies and then when he reached the ground, he saw a tiny gap, not big enough for him to fit through, but it lead down to the basement. Looking round the building some more, he found doors. All locked. He didn't want to shoot out the locks but it seemed like the only thing he could do. He shot from a distance and then ran and burst through the door, expecting it to be full of Samaritans. Instead, Root, Shaw, Fusco and Finch were on their knees, beaten and bloodied. Hoods over their heads, he recognised Shaw and Root from their clothes and Fusco from his physique. He took the hoods off of all his team and placed his gun back into his holster. Looking at Root, her eyes were swollen shut and her mouth was leaking blood, moving along to Shaw, she had had her fingers broken and there was blood dripping down her nose, Fusco, he was bleeding from the stomach which was creating a scarily large puddle at his knees. Reese had seen this amount of blood before, even caused some of it. However, when it was coming from someone you were meant to protect it made him feel uneasy and guilty. Finch, he was untouched. It was odd, why was the 'ringleader' of Team Machine left unscathed when the others had been beaten to a pulp? Reese had to think, something wasn't right.
'Agent Reese...' A voice was fading in and out of his head
'Agent Reese can you hear me?...' Again and again and again. It got louder and louder and louder until it was like a hammer hitting against his ear drums. A loud, high-pitched tone filled his head. Clamping his hands over his ears, he tried to block out the noise. He was convulsing on the floor, he felt like his head was burning from the inside out, he couldn't hear anything except the agonising tone. He forced his eyes open and was met with a blinding light, he looked around and he was tied to a cot, Iv's in his arms and wearing a hospital gown drenched in sweat. It wasn't real, he hadn't found the team. The Samaritans had found him…
Root and Shaw looked inside the hospital window at Reese,
"Jesus Christ, what have they done to him? I've never seen one like this before..." Shaw mumbled under her breath, Root just sighed and went to open the door. When she walked in Reese stopped moving, almost as if he was assessing if she was real or not.
"Agent Reese, nice to see you." She stated plainly. She still wasn't entirely forgiving for making her drive away and leave Sam, but that didn't mean she didn't feel awful for what had happened to him. He stared at her and sat up, squinting. She backed up a little bit as his eyes grew dark and they rolled into the back of his head, his heart monitor started to flatline and she left the room to allow the doctors to continue their work. He would be in hospital for some time, so Root and Shaw decided to leave and go back to the station to find Finch. Fusco was probably there two, using the bed they had in the train carriage. Root was quite proud of herself when she told Shaw how she heroically carried them both out of the warehouse. Finch had sent a getaway car and a medic team to make sure that all was well with the two abductees. When she asked them if Reese had come back out, she assumed the worse had happened. He had left her multiple times, but she wouldn't leave him. Not because she's a good person, just because Shaw (even though she would deny it) cared about him. Looking around the warehouse, it was clear all the Samaritans had left or been killed. She came across her teammate lying in a puddle of blood behind a wall. Tucked away, so people wouldn't find him. Unless of course they were looking.
Root pulled him out of the hole in the wall, discarding the syringes that had been stabbed into his arms and neck along the way. Dragging him over to the exit of the building, she smelt a strong sickly smell of coal gas. The building was going to blow up with the team in it. They had to move and quick, Root shouted for help and medics removed the unconscious Reese. Root got in the get away car with a now conscious and groggy Lionel in the back, driving away as fast as she could. The car carrying Reese had not been so lucky, the explosion was monumental and sent the cars flying. Root's car flipped, the windows smashing causing glass to stab at the skin on her face, neck and arms.
'Miss Groves, are you alright?' The not so sweet sound of Harold's voice glitched over the earpiece, she didn't bother to respond. She clambered out of the destroyed vehicle, limping away to the pavement with Fusco in tow. They both looked at each other before regaining their balance and wobbly walking over to the extra car with Shaw inside, there was an ambulance and police cars approaching in response to the explosion. They had to leave and hope Reese would return to them later.