(So I hope you're not bored or disgusted yet. haha Here's chapter 12. I own nothing but Helene)
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"Ow!" Benji flinched and dropped the wires again when one of the sockets fried his finger.
"Almost done." Helene grimaced then checked for Will again as she worked to stitch up Jane's wound using the makeshift equipment she found in the TV station's first aid kit.
Jane frowned as she kept an eye out for intruders. "He should be back by now." She glanced over in the general direction of the power closet making Helene frown at her.
"He'll be back, Jane." She said as much to reassure herself as she was her teammates.
"Still we need the power to be up for this to work." Benji muttered as he worked to connect another wire. "Either this is the most impossible fuse box ever or something's wrong." He muttered not quite low enough under his breath.
Helene scowled at that.
"Ah!" Jane gasped, instinctively reaching to cover her wound as Helene fastened the last stitch in place. "Sorry." Helene apologized and turned to grab a bandage out of the med kit she had found.
"Ow! That's it! He's been gone too long!" Benji hissed both in pain and frustration as the cables zapped him in the fingers again. "Here! When the power comes back, put these drives into this bay! All right?" Benji tried to hand off the computer jacks to Helene, but she shook her head.
"No. You do it! I'll go and find Will myself after I finish wrapping Jane up!" She quickly shook out the bandages and nudged Jane's hand aside.
"You can't do that! You'll be killed! You're not a combat specialist, Helene! You're a Medic!" Benji protested. Helene ignored him. "Lift up your shirt a bit." She instructed Jane.
Jane nodded and grimaced as Helene tied the gauze strip into place. "Helene!" Benji tried again to get the medic's attention.
"You can't do this! Wistrom will outgun you!"
Helene looked up to meet his gaze. "No, he won't." She tightened the bandage securely around Jane's waist making her gasp again.
"Yes he will!" Benji scoffed in disbelief. "He was trained in advanced martial art combat! You were only given basic training!" Helene rolled her eyes.
"So were you, remember?" She reminded him, standing to her feet. She quickly reached into the back of her belt grabbing her gun as Benji sputtered in an attempt to defend herself.
"You good?" Helene looked up at Jane.
Jane nodded her head. "I'll cover Benji! You tell Brandt we need his a** back here now!" She glared.
Helene smiled back at her. "Will do." She raised her gun and turned to run towards the power closet. Benji sighed and clasped his hands to the side of his head.
"We are so doomed!"
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"Arghh!" Brandt groaned as the side of his face made contact with the rough ridges of the wall. He struggled to get back to his feet while keeping his gun away from Wistrom's reach, but the latter had his arms pinned down to his sides.
Finally Brandt threw his arm back into his opponent's face knocking Wistrom clean under the jaw with his right elbow, but he retaliated by slamming Brandt's arm back into the wall causing him to lose his grip on the gun due to the strong buzzing pain that raced up his wrist.
Seizing his chance, Wistrom tried go for the revolver, but Brandt twisted his body around, tripping his attacker and knocking him into the wall before kicking the gun off the catwalk.
Wistrom stomped on Brandt's foot and punched him in the face stunning him momentarily, but Brandt recovered quickly enough to throw another punch smashing Wistrom flat in the face.
"Ahhh!" Wistrom feinted at the blow and Brandt took his chance running for the fuse box. He barely got his fingers around the handle when something...or rather someone grabbed him by the waist and left arm dragging him back across the narrow corridor again.
Brandt scrambled to keep his opponent from throwing him off the stairs, but Wistrom kicked his legs out from under him throwing him off balance. Will barely reacted in time to keep himself from falling face first on the floor before Wistrom picked him up choking him in both arms before he could try to do anything else.
Brandt gasped for air and latched himself onto the other man's arms digging his fingernails into his flesh in a vain attempt to pry open an escape.
He finally kicked him the shin stunning him just as a shot rang out. Shocked, Brandt lost his balance just as Wistrom went limp as a boned fish sending the both of them crashing to the ground.
"Shoot!" A woman hissed before tossing aside her revolver. Brandt flinched as it clattered noisely to the ground and twisted in a vain attempt to get out from under Wistrom's corpse.
"Hold still!" Helene knelt and flicked Brandt harshly in the head causing him to wince slightly as she quickly shoved Wistrom off of his torso.
"Uh!...Thanks Baby!" Brandt groaned as the air forcefully re-entered his lungs. Helene shrugged. "Get the power back on! Benji's just about ready to send in the abort codes and we're running out of time!" She bent to retrieve her gun.
Brandt slowly got to his feet. "Helene..."
"Will, there's no time! The missile's going to land any second now!" Helene grabbed her gun and pocketed it before moving to open the hatch on the power box.
"Helene!" Brandt reached over and put his hand in the way of the power switch before she pulled it up after getting the door open. Helene scowled at him. "What?"
Brandt leaned over and pulled her into a hug. "Thanks." He kissed her on the cheek then grabbed the power switch with his left hand pulling it down with a satisfying clank.
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