First off... I am SO sorry! My account didn't register that I had 2 more reviews, and I apologise for not replying, I actually found out when I was browsing stories and saw my story with more reviews then what I remembered seeing... Also sorry for the long wait, I have been writing ahead and just forgot to post the next chapter, time gets away from me sometimes.
So here is Chapter 7, Leon's been shot and Jake is at a loss on what to do. So when our fav mercenary does do something, how will it affect both of them? Hmmm... :D
I'm no doctor, just a mindless artist, so I got no idea how one would treat a wound, but I just did what I thought obvious, right?
Oh! And I pre-ordered my DEDSEC_EDITION copy of WatchDogs the other day... KEEN! Yeah? Who here is excited for the new hacker game? XD
Shut up, yeah, I know, on with the story.
R&R!
CHAPTER: 7
Consider it a free Vaccine
The night was quieter than usual, more than it normally was this late at night, 12:36 and the streets were deserted, only one or two cars could be heard in the distance, building lights were all off, including the street lights and only very few of them were left on at every corner. For that, Jake was grateful, the semi darkness helped cloak him and Leon as he walked up to the apartment building after parking the car, Leon's arm wrapped around his shoulder, the half conscious agent's weight leaning heavily on him while he lead them through the building door, heading straight for the elevator.
He hit the button as soon as he stepped in the lift that would take them up to the 3rd floor, and took a moment to glance down at the agents injured leg. His make shift bandage, the scarf was soaked through with crimson which proceeded to run down the fabric of Leon's jeans, alarming the ex-mercenary.
"You still with me, hero?" He asked as a small 'ding' sounded and letting them know they'd reached there destination. The doors then opened, and Jake hoped by luck that no one would be in the halls, he didn't have the time for questions.
Leon swallowed thickly before answering, "Yeah." Leaning more of his weight on Jake, unintentionally causing the man grunt with the effort of now draging the man down the hallway, to the end where room 101 was. His leg felt like it was on fire, and his head was swimming so much it felt like the room was tilting at random sharp angles, breathing was shaky and uneven. Just his luck.
Getting down the hallway was easier said than done, finally passing all doors and getting to the last one, Jake was about to dig his pocket for keys when a thought struck him.
'What do I do?' After they get inside, then what? He wasn't a doctor, he knew some about treating wounds, but not to the extent of this one, and he knew for certain he wasn't going to be blessed with the luck of Leon having super healing powers like Sherry.
Leon, though in a state of near unawareness, noted his hesitation, and knew where it was pointing too. "Angela..."
Jake looked down at him, "Huh?"
Taking a shaky breath, Leon tried again. "Nurse... retired nurse.. Angela Smith. Room 100."
Ms Smith, of course, the elderly lady who gave him some choc-chip cookies the other day. Jake smiled briefly in relief, heading to the door on his left that was marked 100. Looks like their luck wasn't completely run out. He just hoped the couple wouldn't make any unnecessary calls, going to the hospital was the last on his list, considering that the people who have information on them would have eyes and ears waiting at places like that. It would be dangerous for both of them.
He got to the door and knocked somewhat loudly, knowing that they'd probably be sleeping.
After a few very long seconds, nothing happened, and he started to get edgy. "C'mon, C'mon, Ms Smith!" Leon's breathing was getting more laboured, his face looked ashen. Jake knocked again, louder and longer this time. A light flicked on under the door, he continued knocking, a voice from the other side called out.
"Who's there?" It sounded like Mr Smith.
"Damn it! Open the door!" He waited another second, about to start furiously knocking the door, or even considering kicking it in despite the situation. Another second into that thought and he heard the sound of a key turning before light greeted him as the door opened.
"Do you know what time it is?" Came Mr Smiths disapproving tone.
"Please, Mr Smith, Ben, I'll call you Ben- Look, its-" Jake's sentence was cut short by the sound of Ms Smith's voice behind Ben.
"Who is it, Ben?" She stepped around Ben, wearing daisy pajamas and a purple gown, looking concerned. "Jake? What's wrong-?" Her voice trailed of as she her eyes took in Jake's face, the blood on his shirt, then she caught sight of another figure who she recognised immediately, about the same time as Ben did too. "Oh dear.." She looked horrified, before her years of training took over. "Come in, Come in!" She motioned with her hands at Jake who gratefully moved in with Leon as Ben closed the door and locked it again behind them.
Angela moved quickly over towards the sofa, pulling a blanket down before she jested for Jake. "Lay him here. Ben, I'm going to need my things!" She added, noticing the blood that soaked Leon's leg, "Bandages, and some warm salt water!" Not even looking to see if Ben left, she sat down on the other side of the sofa, opposite to Jake, and was checking Leon's vitals.
"What happened?" She asked urgently, wanting to know so she can better understand the injury.
Jake answered with all the necessary details, but leaving out the who and the how. "Gunshot wound, a through and through, happened about 20 minutes ago. The bleeding slowed a little but not much."
Angela nodded, that gave her something to go by. She peeled back the makeshift bandage, getting a glimpse of the wound before applying more pressure as blood continued to flow. Forcing a still conscious agent to groan. She looked at his pale face then at Jake's. "He's loosing too much blood." She could tell that the younger man wasn't used to having this kind of situation thrown at him, he's the type to go things solo, by himself, and even though his face was hard to read, even for her, she saw the worry he was trying to hide and yet understand as well. This was out of character for him.
The tense silence was broken by Ben walking back in, arms full of towels, bandages and a large bowl of water, with a bag slung over one shoulder.
"Put some pressure here, honey, and don't stop until I say." She motioned for Jake's hands to the wound, who did as instructed, more confidently this time. Angela turned and helped Ben with the items, she grabbed the bandages and white cloths, placing them next to her with the warm salted water. Taking the bag that held a decent amount of equipment, she pulled out the items she needed. She then took a syringe and a small bottle of a strong pain killer, unscrewing the cap and filling the needle, rolling up Leon's sleeve before wiping a clean spot on his arm where the veins were. She counted on easing the pain she knew the wound was causing and going to cause, even though her patients face was set, but what she hadn't counted on was his reaction to the sight of the needle.
Jake was holding pressure to the wound when what he thought was a unaware agent suddenly jerked, trying to sit up, his delirious gaze was fixed on the needle in Ms Smiths hand.
"Whoa, easy there hero." Keeping a firm hand on the wound, Jake gently forced the man back down with his other hand. Which wasn't an easy task, even injured the agent can still fight.
Leon continued to struggle, his breathing was panicked as a memory surfaced from Spain, "No needles, no-" His tone was demanding, seeing the things the people around him couldn't see, hearing words that were spoken years ago, he managed to get an arm free.
"Shit." Jake muttered as his questioning gaze glanced at Ben, who understood and took over the younger man's bloodied hands and applying pressure. With both hands now free, Jake turned his full attention on Leon who was still repeating his demands, and put both hands on his shoulders, shaking the agent slightly to get his attention. "Hey, hey! Easy, relax, its Ms Smith, she's going to help you." Angry tired blue eyes stared back at him, but he had stopped struggling.
"That's what they said." Leon replied venomously. Catching sight of the needle sent alarm bells ringing. He knew he trusted these people, he knew they were trying to help, but that delirious and agent side of him didn't, and despite wanting to accept his more reasonable side, he just reacted.
Jake looked at him for a second, not knowing what it was exactly he was talking about, but he saw the confusion and battle in the agents eyes, and knew that what he was referring to was something of a past memory. "Look, what ever past asshole is haunting you, let it go, I'm sure you killed the bastard. Your here now, among friends." Jake tried to get through to him, "Its not going to make you sleep, its just to ease the pain, okay? And Ms Smith will bake you a whole batch of cookies after." He added with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.
It worked somewhat, as Leon blinked a few times before nodding, he relaxed his arm, somewhat tentatively holding it out for Angela, mumbling an apology, "Sorry." He looked guilty.
"Its okay, sweetie, just relax." She said as she placed her hand on his head gently, turning him to the right so he couldn't see the needle.
Jake still held his shoulders, though more at ease now, watching as Ms Smith injected the clear liquid. In short moments Leon's breathing slowed to a steady rhythm as the drug did its work, Jake released his shoulders, feeling the tension leave the agent, and he turned to Ben who still had his hands clamped down on the wound.
Angela put her glasses on and pulled out her needles and strings, threading one before placing it aside when she needed it. She then grabbed the white cloths and soaked them in the salted water, before turning to her husband and Jake. "Now, I'm going to need to clean the wound, luckily it was a through and through otherwise I'd need to dig the bullet out. When I give you the go, hold him down. Jake, you'll hold his shoulders and Ben, I need you to hold his legs." She looked at them, her voice was soft yet steady. "After that, I'll need to stitch it."
Jake nodded, along with Ben.
"Okay." She said, pleased. He took out a pair of scissors and after Ben removed his hands, she started to cut away at the fabric around the wound. The bleeding had finally slowed, but it would only start again whilst she cleaned it, which means she'll need to work quickly. When she was satisfied with the space to work with, she put the scissors down and took the cloth out of the water, wringing it lightly before looking at Jake and Ben, nodding at them. When they had a firm grip of the agent, she proceeded, placing the cloth over the wound and massaging it carefully yet firmly.
It didn't take long for Angela to clean it, and even though her patient had a dose to lessen the pain, he could still feel it. Luckily for all of them, Leon didn't have enough strength left to fight, so Jake and Ben didn't have a hard time trying to hold him still. The only thing that confirmed that the agent was still awake was the occasional failed attempt at suppressing a pained moan. Shortly after, Angela was satisfied that the wound was free of any chance of infection, she then set aside the now blood stained cloth and picked up her threaded needle, and started to stitch.
The room was quiet, and Jake felt the itching need to pace as he watched Ms Smith do her work, wanting things to be done by now. They still had a job to do, he still had a job to do, and he couldn't help but wonder how things were going to play out from here onwards.
A long few minutes later, Angela had stitched both the entry and exit wound, which the later was a little more difficult, but the bullet tore a hole too large to be left with nothing keeping it together, and she didn't have the necessary tools to treat it as thoroughly as she would have liked. When she finished, she wrapped it with some help from her husband, making sure it was firmly secure, before she sat back with a weary sigh. Placing her hand on the now unconscious agent's cool forehead.
"I've done everything I can." She told Jake.
Jake nodded, "Good. He'll be fine then." Now that the situation was back under control, the itching feeling he'd felt before faded.
Ms Smith gave him a sharp look. "He's not fine, and nor is he going to be if we don't get him to a hospital soon. He's lost too much blood, and he'll need a blood transfusion, something I can't do here." Her words were stressed and urgent, trying to get through to the younger man.
"Can't happen." Dismissing her words, Jake knew there was no way he was going to risk a hospital. Nothing good ever happened there in his books, and now both of them were being targeted, he wasn't about to make the mistake of doing exactly what the attackers wanted them to do.
Ms Smith looked angry at his words, so did Ben. "Lad, there is no possible way we can perform that kind of work here, we don't keep bags of blood stored in our fridge." Ben tried to reason with the man. "Your friend needs a hospital."
"Look," Returning the favour, Jake reasoned with them, pointing a finger. "We can't go to a hospital, the people who did this-" He gestured at Leon, "Will be waiting for us there, and I'm not about to walk into the same trap that we did before, I won't let that happen." He'd thought about the situation, there is still a possible outcome that won't involve any unnecessary risks.
"So what? Your going to sit here and wait? I don't think you understand how important it is that Leon gets the transfusion." Ben spoke, his time in the Navy taught him enough to know about this sort of thing, something he'd learnt well in his time.
Jake was silent, eyes were staring at the unconscious agent, and Ms Smith could see the thoughts working behind those eyes, mind processing the recent events and future options.
"Honey," Ms Smith began, "We-"
"I'll do it."
There was silence for a second, and both Angela and Ben looked at him in question, not too sure what he was getting at.
"Do what?" Ben asked, looking at the younger man.
"I'll do it," Jake repeated, "You have the right equipment, the knowledge and experience, all you need is the blood. Use mine." He looked at them right in the eyes, his mind was made up, and he wasn't moving from it.
Ms Smith looked at the young stubborn man in surprise, and yet impressed by his bravery to do such a thing, before a thread of doubt weaved itself into her mind. "Honey, this sort of thing is-"
Jake cut her off again, feeling a little sorry for her worries. "I'll be fine, but he wont if he doesn't get that transfusion. Like you said, we don't have time, I don't have time, and if you don't help me, then I'll do it myself. I've already made my choice." Staring at the couple in the room, Jake made a point to them that he wasn't changing his mind. Rolling up his left sleeve, and digging through Ms Smith's medical bag for the right things, not too sure on what he was looking for, but having a feeling that they'd help him if he went for it himself, because really, the option of trying to stop him was out of the question.
Ms Smith moved around the sofa and sat next to Jake, placing her hand on his arm and stilling his movements, causing the younger man to look at her. "You young, stubborn fool," She huffed, nodding her head. "All right, I'll help you." Taking the bag out of Jakes hands, she took out the right things that she would need.
Jake nodded at her, silently grateful, his eyes trailed to the agent on the sofa as his jumbled thoughts caught up to him whilst Ms Smith worked. He couldn't help but wonder why he'd made that choice, it seemed his actions were separated from his mind lately, causing him to do things he wouldn't normally even think about. Life is now seemingly set on betraying him. He wasn't the man he'd set himself out to become any more.
Ben stood up and moved to one of the single couch chairs in the room, then proceeded to drag it to where Jake was kneeling next to the sofa. The next few hours were going to be long, and with the nights processing events, he was going to make sure everyone was comfortable, his concerns pointed at the man who so stubbornly refused to move. "Here, lad. Sit in this, your in for a long night." Ben said, dragging the chair close to the sofa and next to the agents side.
Accepting the seat, Jake sat down and got comfortable. It was one of those chairs that had a lever on the side that pulled the back down and the front forward, creating something close to resembling a bed. "So how long will this take?" He asked, feeling a small sting in his arm as Ms Smith started the transfusion.
"A few." Was all she said, proceeding with her work, before adding, "But you are not moving from that chair, so get comfortable and try and get some sleep, you will need it after the transfusion. So no more arguing, don't make me drug you." She said the last part and looked at the younger man in the eyes, her tone like that of a mother giving instructions to a child to behave.
"Huh." Jake gave a small smile, before waving off the warning with his free right hand. "This is your house, Ms Smith. Your rules." He added, knowing the side of him that hasn't changed, was never really good at following rules by anyone, and recently, not even his own.
Ms Smiths sharp eyes analysed him for a moment longer, having finished with her work, before accepting his answer. "Good, now let me see you shoulder, then I'll let you sleep." She said at him, not missing the look of 'Shit, she knows' cross the man's face.
Jake signed, he had hid the injury before he got there hoping it wouldn't be a distraction to the situation. It was just a graze, something he could have dealt with by himself, but it seems Ms Smith had x-ray injury vision, he noted with tired amusement, nodding and letting her see to his wound.
Things settled down soon and now it was the start of a new dawn, Jake was finally left alone and left with his thoughts, his mind was clouded by questions, confusion, anger and worry. Even if they did have a lead now, that lead seemed to have both a good and bad effect, and in more ways than one. But as Jake watched the agent across from him, he couldn't help but feel like the good outweighed the bad, and that as soon as they were able, he'd give the people who are the cause of all this a good kick in the teeth, and he'd make sure the dentist will be booked out from here onwards.
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"Raccoon City Incident..."
"She's more than just a friend, isn't she? You have feelings for her."
"A Witness? She's the one who did all this!"
"Leave her out of this, she's an innocent."
"If you don't try to save one life, you'll never save any."
"In the end, nothing's really changed."
"Work for us..."
He felt like he was drowning again, and damn it, he hated it. Was it so bad to ask for a normal life? Apparently, because life as it was seemed to intentionally piss him off, and laugh in his face. He'd wish he could wipe the smile of its face, but punching at air would only worsen his situation and call in the white suits, and being crazy, he deemed was far from normal.
Among many things Leon noticed upon waking was the tired ache in his limbs, that seemed to spot in his human radar on his left leg. The other, more reassuring one was the comfort of laying on something soft, and the feeling of being warm, not hot, not cold, but lovingly warm.
His memory was foggy, mind was working at a snails pace as he lay there, before his hearing decided to join the picture. He could hear someone humming, a woman, then there was the sound of paper on paper in another direction, and after a short moment, he picked up breathing coming from his right. The ability to move seemed to come after, then his memory.
He opened his eyes, which was easier said than done, they felt glued together. When he did have his sight, he found himself staring at a unfamiliar ceiling, his mind identifying the colour to be a light blue, and not the cream coffee colour of his home.
"You awake there, hero?"
Leon blinked, before looking to his right and weary eyes focused on the source of the breathing he'd heard before. Jake sat up in the chair after placing his gun down from cleaning it, a hint of a smile was on his face. He too looked a little worn out, and pale, he had also changed into a black T-shirt and blue jeans, their was a hint of bandages under the fabric of his right shoulder, including a thin wrap around his left for-arm. Something Leon guessed was from the roof top sniper that tried to take them out, maybe even shrapnel wounds from the explosion that the ex-mercenary had caused for a diversion. He was about to ask, his throat short of restricting any form of speech when his questions were cut short.
"Here," Ms Smith walked over, hearing that her patient had woken. She knelt down on the other side of the sofa with a glass of water. "Just some water, honey, It will help your sore throat." She looked to Jake, who understood the silent question. He helped elevate the agents head so he wouldn't choke on the water, making things easier.
After the small task, Ms Smith walked back into the kitchen where Ben was partly watching whilst reading the news paper. Jake sat back into his chair, looking at the agent who seemed to be trying to wake up more, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. There was silence for few long seconds, all the while Jake didn't quite know what to do, it seemed that the older man would be on his way to recovery, but he didn't know how much time that would take, time that they didn't have.
Leon looked over, feeling eyes staring at him, unreadable eyes, and as an agent, that always bugged him. He could never seem to read what the other man was thinking, and the few times that he could, they were not always understandable. "How long have I been out?" He asked, sounding like he had a hang over.
Jake looked at him a second longer before responding. "Nearly a day, its now late-afternoon, I brought you here late last night."
Leon nodded, the movement small, eyes again catching the bandage on the younger man's shoulder. "You didn't tell me you were hit."
Jake shrugged. "Just a scratch. It's nothing." He said, before continuing the check his weapon, and proceeding to clean it.
Leon continued to look at him, "Yeah?" He asked, narrowing his eyes, "What about that one?" Nodding to the bandage on the other man's arm. He watched as Jake paused in what he was doing, hands stilling, eyes avoiding contact with the other. Something's up, and this time, he wanted his answer. When the man didn't answer to his mental count down, Leon moved to push himself up, and got to the point of resting on his elbows before he found hands suddenly on his shoulders, and pushing him firmly back down.
"I wouldn't do that." Jake said, giving the agent a warning look, one that clearly read 'Don't even move'. "You lost a lot of blood. Your not even going to twitch until Ms Smith says so." He gave the agent a hard look.
Although he wanted to press, Leon took one look at that face and again knew it'd be better to follow his instructions, and settled himself back down on the sofa, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to get his answer.
"What happened to your arm." He demanded, he knew the ex-mercenary was hiding something.
Jake looked away again, busying himself with what he was doing before. "Nothing."
Leon glared, "Bullshit."
Angela and Ben looked over from the kitchen, hearing the conversation and knowing where it would be going. It wasn't something light to talk about, and it was clear to them that the two hadn't known each other for long, nor did they seem to be working for the same Government. Ben could recognise his own line of work like the front cover of a book, and it was clear that these two were employed by different authors.
Leon was tired and sore, what ever was in his system was starting to wear off due the the fact that the throbbing in his leg was growing, and he was in no mood for skipping questions. His memory of the previous night was foggy, but he knew something had happened, and concerning him Leon wanted to know. The answer he wanted was just a matter of asking the right question. "What did you do?"
When Jake looked at him, he could see the tiredness in his eyes, the change, and the question he asked; Jake seemed to be asking himself. The answer, Jake glanced down at the agents arm, who followed his gaze and found something he didn't notice before. A small white bandage was wrapped, in the same fashion and spot as the one on Jake's arm.
Leon looked at it, fingers grazing the fabric in confusion, a small detail he didn't remember or notice happening before. His mind was trying to piece things together, but ended up with nothing. He looked at the younger man in question. "Jake?" His tone didn't have the hard edge it did before, he wasn't demanding any more.
The room was silent for a moment, before Jake finally spoke up. "You lost too much blood, and needed a transfusion."
Leon nodded in understanding, yeah, that sounded possible... His eyes then turned back to the ex-mercenary in realisation. "You did it?"
Jake was again silent, before simply nodding. Yes.
That was something that he wasn't expecting, not at all. Leon was at a loss for words. He and Jake weren't exactly on the friendliest terms when they met, or even now, the only thing keeping them under the same roof was their relations to Sherry. So the fact that Jake did something so.. out of character, for a Government agent no less, giving blood willingly, that wasn't easy for the ex-mercenary. And Leon could see it, looking at the young man, who's face was set to a careless expression, but his eyes gave him away. "Why..?" Leon asked, too tired and confused to try and work out what the younger man was thinking.
It was a few more moments before Jake replied. "We couldn't get you to a hospital, too dangerous. That, and Ms Smith doesn't keep blood in her fridge, unless she's some kind of secret vampire." Jake shrugged. "Couldn't let you bleed out either. I saw an option, so I took it."
Leon was quiet for a long time, the seconds ticking to minutes, the silence of time. He hadn't moved from his position, couldn't even if he wanted to, and neither did Jake. "Are you aware of what you've done?" Leon asked the younger man, holding eye contact. "Do you know what this m-"
"Yeah-" Jake cut him off. -"I know what it means. Just... consider it a free vaccine." Standing up, Jake holstered his weapon, placing the cloth in his pocket and avoiding the eyes of the rooms occupants. "You should get some sleep." He muttered before heading for the door, nodding at Ms Smith as he left. Where he went, the others did not know.
Anything that Leon might have said was lost as the door closed, leaving the room again in that silence that lurked everywhere he went, but like the calm before the storm, it did not last. Not in his mind anyway, and now he was left to the thoughts of one ex-mercenaries actions. 'consider it a free vaccine.' The man's words crossed his mind again, over and over. Not only did the transfusion save his life, but...
Now he was immune to the C-Virus.
End of Chapter 7.
And because I feel terrible for the long wait, I'm going to add a preview for you freaky darlings. This preview doesn't happen in the story for a while yet, but.. yeah. Note: This preview might change by the time I get to the chapter, so some things here might not happen, or more things might be added on. Let me know what ya'll think.
Enjoy!
CHAPTER: UNKNOWN.
Preview...
"Jake?" Leon's concerned tone got no response from the younger man, alarming him, he didn't have a lot of time to get them out of here, sooner or later his cover would be blown. He tried again, shaking the man's shoulder. "Jake?" He risked the volume of his voice, raising it a little, hoping it would bring the other around, and the agent could have smiled with relief when the ex-mercenary stirred, eyes blinking into focus. "C'mon, look at me." Leon reached out with his hand to the others face, lifting his focusing tired gaze to his own, nodding when he saw recognition flash in the silver/blue orbs.
"...Hey hero?" Jake mumbled, looking tiredly at the older man in question, wondering if he was really there or if the drug in his system was playing tricks on him again.
Leon took note of the look, this time placing his other hand on the ex-mercenaries shoulder. "Yeah. I'm here." He said to reassure the younger man. His concentration then shifted from his gaze to the rest of him, taking note of all the obvious injuries, a quick sweep of Jake's condition, what he found did not make him happy. The man's shirt was in shreds, visible cuts decorated the younger man's torso which was coloured in black and blue bruises, also a alarming shade of green. Small, strange burns dotted his chest, the pattern one that the agent was unable to identify, but Leon knew this situation when he saw one, and it was plain obvious the ex-mercenary had been tortured. Something that filled the agent with rage. He looked back up into the other's eyes, seeing the fogginess that still lingered, and something in the agent warned him that it wasn't due to waking up, no, it was something else. "I'm going to get you out of here." He said as he started analysing the bonds that kept the ex-mercenary to the chair.
"What about Demarko..?" Jake asked, his senses coming back slowly but surly, along with the ache and pain, he bit his lip, wincing slightly.
Leon held his anger in check, but not much of it. "Don't worry, I'm going to make sure he's the one to go down next." He sounded as angry as he felt, resisting the urge to punch something that wasn't Jake, he focused on the task at hand, which he soon realised that was going to be a set back, making him want to really hit something. The bonds holding Jake to the chair were hard steel shackles, locked with a key. Something he didn't happen to have at that point. Of course, no one uses rope any more these days, and by the looks of these bonds, he wont be able to pick at them with his knife. dammit. "Shit."
"Yeah." Jake huffed dryly, giving his arms a pointless pull, hoping that by some fluke he'd break them free. With no such luck. "Look.." Jake started, still not quite awake, but enough to know the agent was on a time line, he'd been here too long already. "You need to go." He said, trying to catch the other's eyes.
"Uhuh." Leon ignored him as he continued with the locks, mind working on over drive to find out just how he was going the get this done, very aware of the time that was passing.
Jake was getting very edgy, a voice in the back of his mind warning him, of what, he didn't know, but he didn't want the older man around to find out. "Leave me here, go." He pressed, shaking his shoulder free of the others grasp. That got the agents attention.
Angry blue eyes found the ex-mercenaries. "No, your coming with me." Leon said tensely, shaking his head.
Jake glared right back. "The longer you stay here the less help you'll be. Go!" He hissed.
Leon returned the glare with equal force, grasping the younger man's shoulder again firmly and being mindful of his injuries. "I'm not leaving, not without you." He stated, his decision was made the moment he stepped into the room. They stared at each other for a moment, the atmosphere was tense, and in moments, from bad to worse.
"No, your not."
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chapter 8 will be up within a few days. So, who's Demarko? That's for me to know and you to find out! Mwah!
