The situation at the embassy couldn't be worse. Floor by floor they had lost to the enemy. Finally they had been driven back to the ops and secure room section.
Quinn knows it's just a matter of time until the Taliban will tear down the steel-plated doors. He can hear their fierce efforts from outside. He also knows there will be no mercy for them. Not for him, not for his fellow combatants. They have no value for the Taliban. Lockhart and Martha Boyd had been evacuated long hours ago.
Boyd's confession has saved them, at least so far. When the terrorists' invasion started, they had been prepared and welcomed them with their guns. Protecting themselves regardless the consequences. Giving their colleagues enough time to escape.
But now it's over. He sits down on the floor with the gun in his hand. Waiting for them. His face is distorted by immense stress, his body covered in sweat and dirt. He looks at the gun in his hand. Killing himself is an obvious option. Saul would have chosen it. Escape or die. These were his words.
But Quinn isn't sure if he has the courage to do it. Somehow it doesn't feel right. For a second he closes his eyes, imagines her face. Then he takes out his cell phone and dials a number.
He listens to the ringing tone. Fuck, she's still not answering her phone. It pisses him off. Why she's doing this to him? How could she act like this? Doesn't she know how much he is worrying about her?
When he first heard about the ambush, he was totally shocked and shaken, not able to gather himself for couple of minutes. Shedding the tears he had fought back during the dramatic minutes of the prisoners' exchange. The shock had been soon followed by an immense rage. Why the fuck, he had given in to her wish to stay at the embassy? It should have been him who got torn by the bomb, not her. He wanted to run to the place where it had happened. Even if there was nothing he could do for her.
The Taliban's' invasion had blast his plan. It caused him to focus on the fight. Mourning had to wait, maybe until the afterworld. Later as he had the chance to talk to Lockhart, he was told that Carrie and Saul were fucking gone.
Just two words and Quinn had been wary. A lock at Lockhart's face confirmed his suspicion. Their deaths are a fake. A fucking fake for a reason he still doesn't understand. All he knows it's too fucking dangerous.
He's still listening to the annoying ringing tone.
'Fuck you Carrie, really fuck you. I thought we are friends. This is not the fucking way how friends treat each other. I care so much about you, but you have no need to tell me you are safe.'
The ringing tone is intermingled with the outside breaking noise. Quinn grabs his weapon. She is not getting away with this. No fucking way. He will confront her. And then …
When the doors finally burst under the terrorists' forceful attacks, he is prepared. Leaving the fucking ringing behind. At least for now!
