Chapter 4: Hour 4
Dixon lays down in the darkness. Alone. It was better this way. He hears footsteps, a normal person would say 'whos there' or get up nd investigate. But Dixon was smarter than that. It was pitch black, if he stays laying in hhis current position and makes no sound or movement, he can counter the attack. He can hear as the footsteps come to a halt. Dixon leaps up and grabs the figure stadning in fornt of him. There was a struggle and he eventually pinned his opponent. It was Nadia. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't snap your neck right now, killer!" Dixon snarles. "Please Dixon, it's not me, I came after you, it was really courageous you taking off, but it was stupid! You have to think, come back." she says. "Why should I believe you, nobody would let you out of there sights, I'm not buying it." he says tightening his grip. "Please, they don't care anymore, just come back with me." she says.
"As agents we are trained to decieve others in bad situations. Sorry, but I can't possibly believe you." he says, thrusting his fist into her face. He conitnues the blow by following through with his forearm and elbow. He knocked the vulnerable Nadia out. He grabs wires and ties her tightly to a desk. Torture was not Dixon's method he would just leave them there. He new his position was comprimised by the noise of the struggle, part of him believed her and he couldn't be sure if someone else heard it and if maybe the killer was still out there. Dixon was on his own and had to be slick. He abandons his spot and Nadia with it. He vanishes into the darkness.
He had to think strategically in these times. He palnts traps in every spot he passes and makes the slightest sound he was on patrol. He carries a bottle of water, a rusty pipe, and more wires. He has the pipe out at all times. He pulls the vent covering off as quietly as possible. He crawls through tunnel after tunnel, dust between his fingers, and his back glides across the top, showing him what a tight fit it is. Still be moves swiftly and silently. He views the meeting spot through the cracks of the vent covering. He sees all of them resting. All sperated except for Vaughn and Sydney, ever since Syd embraced him the were incerpreable for the whole time. He moves on.
He continues on it was a big building and he wanted to find a secure spot. He thought since the vents were secure he figured he should sleep there. He dirfts into deep sleep, it was late when the lockdown started, now he's beat. Below him, Tom spent the night relocating the muscles he could on his own. He howls in searing pain, as he gets another one. It was a painful process, but it felt good to be able to have feeling in his arms again. Syd and Vaughn are sleeping together, her head on his shoulder, she feels tht nobody can hurt her when she is with him. Arvin and Jack stay awake, across from each other, starring at each other. Neither of them sleep, Jack finally gives in and shuts his eyes, it was a long hour and he needed the rest. Sloane does as well. And Nadia is still gone. Only Dixon, knew where she was.
It was only a couple of mnutes and the hour four was only half way over. Jack's eyes open everybody else comes to as well, who were they kidding, they couldn't even sleep it was only ten minuutes of rest. Maybe more. Tom still was on floor laying in pain. The vents above them were wearing down. Finally they snapped and Dixon's body came crashing down. Everybody stared t it. When could this have happend in the night or when Nadia left to find him? It was insane. And now nobody had an aliby while they slept for the breif period they did. Dixon must have not seen it coming, asleep in the tunnel.
Now everyone anxiously awaits what amounts of death would hit in hour five.