Season Four

Episode: Tabula Rasa

Characters: Radek.


SPOILERS!


He stayed hidden behind the door, still furious against… Against who, again? Well, someone who clearly did something stupid if they're not here with him. Footsteps pushed him to step back, looking around him for a better hide out. He mustn't let the soldiers have him. Maybe he should do something else. To help. If only he could remember how, and who.

He found a little closet, too small for a normal person. He smiled, slipped his metal bar under a table. He is flexible enough; he had no problem hiding in there. Whoever entered the room didn't think of looking inside, predictably. He heard the door closing, and waited two complete minutes, counting the seconds in his head. He only got out when he was sure he was alone. What was he thinking about? Oh yeah, finding help.

Carefully, he opened the door, checked for soldiers, and left again, running in the corridors silently, his trusty weapon in hand. He was so concentrated on any suspicious sound that he didn't see the plastic black thing until it was too late, the thing sliding on the ground before hitting the wall too loudly for his taste.

Turning on himself, he brandished his rod, ready to run in case of the wrong persons heard him.

When nothing happened, he relaxed, before walking toward the object. He poked at it once or two with the bar, and finally took it. He had absolutely no idea of what it was, but a part of him found it familiar. There was something else about it, too. It was there, just on part of his brain he couldn't access and that pissed him off, and it scared him, and the idiot will disappear like the others, why he didn't…that's it!

He met someone earlier, someone who had this thing, someone who decided to take stupid risks! That was his, and he thought it was important. He should give it back to him. If he remembered what he looked like. But if he was going lurking in the corridors and not staying hidden, the rod won't be enough. He needed something else.

Someone was coming. He recognized the heavy steps of the soldiers, and smirked. Their guns, he'll need that. It stopped everyone, and it didn't kill them. Hidden behind a column, he thanked whoever watching over him. Only one man.

He crouched behind his hiding place, holding firmly the rod. The moment the man passed near him, he struck as strongly as possible behind his knees. The soldier fell with a cry, and before he had the time to call for help, he hit him on the head. When the soldier didn't move, he threw the rod to the ground, stole the gun and ran, fast.

Only when he was far enough he stopped to catch his breath. Now, to find this man.


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